Laika always knew what was right and wrong.
Because, when she was only four, her mother tainted her with Marigold- giving her some sort of psychic intuition.
Staying with her mother, The Handler, was wrong. Escaping with Five Hargreeves was right.
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"I don't have all day."
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"Now remember sweetie," The Handled shoved a small 1970s gun into the girl's hands, "just stay on the lookout and let him do the job." She then grabs Laika's left cheek harshly, leaving a red mark on the freckles.
The girl fiddles with the gun before nodding once.
Usually, Laika had to do the whole job like any other worker; eliminate, hide evidence, clean, and tie loose ends. That's what she was used to.
This job, however, only included the last two.
It's ironic to even think of it as a job; Laika was in no way getting rewarded for those. She could only get disciplined if it didn't go according to plan. And the Handler always had a plan. She planned to kill Laika's parents. She planned to send her on this job. She, however, didn't plan for her two best assassins to quit (/escape) at the same time.
The first job will be done by none other than Five Hargreaves. One of the best assassins in the history of The Commission.
And although Laika felt quite honored, she couldn't deny the feeling of being useless. Like a shadow following behind the man, cleaning the blood off his shoes and getting rid of witnesses.
But she could never admit to these feelings. In fact, all feelings were considered weak. Because after all, Laika wasn't a girl who enjoyed silly cartoons anymore. She was a 'girl' that enjoyed getting revenge on criminals. Even if the criminals were in every way shape and form innocent. —but Laika could never tell, The Handler reformed the meaning of it a long time ago.
When she was done putting on her 60's themed outfit (which had enough pockets to hide her weapons), she waited patiently in her room. Unmoving, unblinking, and almost unbreathing. Like the good weapon she was.
