.... bsHHT-
Eyes on target, aiming now. Keep it up, 66.
.. click-
Come on...
I was perched on the high up rooftops of a small company building. My partner, 66, had caught the target's eyes. Her dirty ways of playing, I swear... but that didn't matter. I didn't care how she did it. I just need that money for us. I lower my head to the reticle. Slowly pulling it down, making sure it goes straight through the head. The black leather gloves squeeze against the trigger firmly, not yet pulling it.
...
BANG-
... bsHHT-
Took ya long enough, slowpoke. Come on mate, gotta clear the body already. The blood's everywhere, it's disgusting I swear.
Click-
Copy that, heading down.
Click-
Quickly closing up the rifle setup and shoving it in my bag, I quickly slid down the building edge, jumping from porch to porch then landing on the ground. There, I meet up with 66, dressed up in her ever so gorgeous silky-silver dress, the ones she uses to charm the men. Of course, she couldn't do it without the jewelry and the light make up and the overly aesthetic butterfly clips and the loose wavy silky hair. And of course, the overly flirty attitude she uses on me too much. Gosh that girl. Such a dirty player. She was hauling the fresh kill on her back, his legs dragging on the ground. I ran over to her, lifting the legs up to dispose of him in the nearby dumpster. I had my gloves on, and so did 66, as any good spy and assassin would and should do.
Plopping him in the garbage, I quickly cover up his body with other trash in the bin, gagging at the scent a bit. Closing the dumpster, I head to the little pile of blood on the road that 66 called "everywhere." Bending down and pulling out the wipes, I quickly swipe up the blood, somehow getting it all cleanly swept up. Throwing that wipe away and covering that up, I dust my hands, content that the job is done.
"You got the picture, right?" I question 66.
" 'eppers, ma'am. All set." She replies.
I take out my phone and call headquarters, informing them of the successful mission. Putting it away, I tell 66:
"We're being called to headquarters. Come on"
Then she does the one thing I tell her time and time again not to do.
....
She ducking rizzes me up.
"So... Now that you're free... you up for a date? Ya know, the casual two-shot wine, some partyin', maybe get a little woozy..."
Bzzz! Bzzz!
Thank you, phone. I owe you my life. I did not want her to finish that sentence.
Checking the call, its headquarters again. I pick it up.
...Hello. There is a new mission for you.
"Yes?"
Meet up with team B2 in Theremin Street, you will be working with them for this.
Ugh. B2. The narcissistic boys who think we're weak. Ugh.
Putting it away, I grab 66 by her arm and drag her away to the said location. She wraps her arms around my arm in response, another one of her flirty acts. At least I can tolerate this one.
— — .^. — —
"See ya."
The boys leave, leaving me and 66 with... nothing.
Or, well, almost nothing. They did give us instructions on how and when to kidnap some kid that's headed this way, apparently.
Speaking of, I can see the kid, he's stumbling towards the direction of the garage.
Perfect.
I quickly hide in a garage, keeping it slightly open to look under and at the kid's legs.
Waiting for the kid to get close enough, I whisper to 66, "get ready."
Then-
The garage gets pushed open by me, as 66 lunges at the kid and pulls him into the dark shadows of the garage in surprise. I grab the bag I had ready beside me,and slip it over the kids head. It's too dark to see, so I couldn't tell who it was. I return to the door, shutting it, then help out 66 in tying up the kid.
66 then blurts in the silence -
"Who is that?"
"Who? The kid that we kidnapped, or the guy we just killed?" I respond.
"The kid," she replies.
"Gimme 15 minutes, I'll check."
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Acer's Assassination
ActionAce works at a bookstore, and bot-fights for fun. Valerie is an assassin. One day, Ace gets kidnapped by Valerie's organization... WARNING: contains some swears, suggestive themes, and inappropriate talk. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Credits to my friend w...