The Target

Chapter 4

"Congrats, Rabies, you made the news." I shrugged at Hawk, sipping on my juice box. My feet propped up onto the small coffee table of the lounge room. The fireplace crackled with warm flames, and the room buzzed with activity. 

Voices blared all over, the only time Ghost Unit agents let their guard down.

"Any news on the Viper Alliance?" Im more of a straight-to-the-point girl than waste time on small talk. He shook his head. His black hair framed his face, his bronzed skin still having the same sparkle it did years ago.

"Wolf wants to see you." He patted my shoulder as I sipped on the last of my juice box. I rolled my eyes.

Of course, he does.

"Yes, sir." I stood, rolling my shoulders, and pushed my empty juice box into his hands. I patted his shoulder, mimicking the way he did with a grin.

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I was used to the stares by now. I was the youngest of the Ghost Unit. But the most successful. I never failed a target. 

'If a job doesn't kill you, your ego could choke you to death'  Is what Cayoty, my trainer, used to say, and yes, I stand by that. But come on, there's nothing like being wanted in almost every state and having to get in a high-speed cop chase to save your life almost every Tuesday.

I was in sweatpants and a crop top. I had leather fingerless gloves and boots. My short red hair was half up, with two strands framing my face. I walked down the long hall, the grey concrete walls cold but familiar. The floor was a grey carpet with mysterious stains every once in a while. 

I learned some time ago that this was an old factory that was abandoned and then used for sketchy Mafia stuff and then for our sketchy stuff.

My footsteps were barely audible ever since my first job. I had the habit of never letting my guard down completely. I was in a building with the best assassins in the world who pulled off the insane heists without the police ever even noticing that they were in the same building. 

More steps came from behind me, not even close to as calculated as mine.

"Foxy-" I turned and walked backward to face my tech, who strode quickly to catch up to me.

"Thought we went over this already-" I rolled my eyes at Arrow, his stupid smile always on his face. 

"Wolf called you to?" I asked, my eyes wandering the hall.

He shook his head and pulled me to the side when another team passed by.

"Fox, I need to tell you something." his face went serious, like, very serious. It seemed impossible for Arrow, the tech-group prankster,  to keep a straight face. 

"What?" Concern mixed with disbelief rushed through me, but my face stayed calm, undisturbed. 

'Emotions slow you down. Crying won't help stop the bleeding of your stab wound.'                Cayote used to say that anytime I complained with teary eyes about how I wanted to quit.

"I found out something shady about The Viper Alliance-" He whispered, his eyes darting around.  Unusual for tech, they were almost always oblivious to their surroundings, only focusing on their computer while their assigned field Agent hunted their Target.

    "Fooooox!"  A kid's squeal came from down the hall and interrupted whatever he wanted to say. Sloppy steps rushed from around the corner where the Wolf's office and the library were.

"Lynny, What are you doing here?" The young blond girl ran into me and hugged me tightly. I glanced at Arrow and shook my head slightly for him to shut his mouth. His eyes were urgent, but im not getting her involved in this.