𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 ➳ bay-verse transformers [HAITUS]

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎

There was a downside being the government's hitman, that being if you're caught, you're on your own.

Hence the two major golden rules, no witnesses and be discreet, no matter what or the cost. The latter of which I was having trouble with thanks to tonight's target.

"Stop yah screamin' or I'll cut out yer vocal cords", I glared at him. His eyes widened as I pressed the tip of my knife against his throat. He falls silent, his tortured body trembling with fear.

"P-Please, let me go. I did nothing wrong", he whimpered. I pull back my knife and look at him in disbelief. Was he actually being serious? After everything he's confessed, what I caught him doing, was this man still feigning innocence?

"Fella. I legit caught yah tryin' to sell pretty sensitive government information. Not to mention, ya literally confessed to traffickin' weapons to and from foreign countries. Like, seriously? Are yah fucking stupid?", I asked incredulously. He has to be kidding right? He's playing with me.

"I-I promise to not say anything! Please let me go! I'll pay you triple, just please let me go!", he begged.

"Yeeah, no. You betrayed the government, pal. Ain't nothin' yah can do or say now", I raise the knife once again. The man looks down and stays silent for a few seconds before lifting his head.

"God bless America?"

In less than a second, I take out my gun and fire. The man slumps forwards dead and I stare at him for a few seconds before firing multiple rounds. No number of bullets in this entire world could come close to what this buffoon--this fucking imbecile deserved for putting me through that.

"Psycho", I muttered as I sheathed my knife and holstered my gun. I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes, a headache quickly forming from the sheer absurdity of it all. My mind trails back to my comfortable bed that awaited me, and I sigh.

I miss my bed.

♠

"Wasn't that a little overboard, Miss Rose?"

I shoot the young man next to me a glare to which he gives me a 'really' look. I snort in response, and he bows, chuckling softly.

"Forgive me, Miss Rose", he says. 

"Idiot", I snort in playful annoyance.

"Your idiot, Miss. Rose", he straightens himself and smiles. I roll my eyes playfully, jabbing him in the arm with my elbow. He laughs softly and I smile.

Joseph Miller was my---well everything. From liaison/representative to business partner, to 'trash' disposal and gunsmith; Joseph was one of two people who knew my real identity. I trusted him with my life, and I cared for him deeply.

He was also, above all, my childhood best friend.

"Please go, Miss Rose. It may not be long until the authorities arrive. I'll take care of everything here", Joseph opens the back double doors of the van. I look at the old shack and frowned. Fuck.

"Get the stuff ready", I ordered. Joseph stops but says nothing. He knew what I said wasn't a suggestion or interjection, but an order.

We work together swiftly, finishing with minutes to spare. Joseph takes out a match and I snatch it out of his hand.

"Miss Ro-", he stops and watches me both in silence and worry as I set the shack ablaze, a once unnamed corpse burning away with a new identity.

"Here's the interrogation. Don't forget the rose", I hand him the small black CompactFlash card.