The unwanted Assassin

Chapter One: Part Two

With a heavy sigh I walk over to my dresser, and begin to pull out clothes starting with my bra, and underwear. Next I grab my black cargo pants, as well my white crop top. I quickly change into my clothes then walk over to my closet to grab my black, and white converse.  I crouch down in the back of the closet, and punch in the code to my safe. Reaching in I grab my bracelet, and slip it onto my wrist, and watch as all of my scars disappear. 

It's not that I want to hide them, it's more the fact that people find me less approachable with them, and I kind of need to be with the line of work that I am in. The only people besides Asher that knows about my scars are my brother (Callum), and Graham. 

Before leaving the safe house I walk over to the nightstand next to my bed. I pull open the drawer, and grab my gun - which is already in its holster, "thank you past self" - I wrap the holster around my thigh, and make sure it's secure. luckily, I don't have to worry about hiding my gun thanks to the organisation. Reaching back into the drawer I pull out my knives, and strap them across my shoulders. 

I close the drawer, and walk towards the door making sure to grab my keys, and phone on the way. I walk out the door, and make sure to lock it before I begin my descent down the stairs. 

Upon reaching the landing I make a right towards the table where I place my helmet, and gear. 

I shrug on my leather jacket, and backpack. I make sure to tie my long black hair in a low pony before putting my helmet on, and tying the straps. 

Satisfied that I have everything I walk over to my bike, and climb on. I press the button on my handle bars to open the garage door. Reaching into my pocket I pull out the keys, and start my bike. Once that garage door is open I pull down my visor, and pull out of the garage, and onto the pavement. Pressing the button one more time I wait patiently for the door to close before beginning my journey to headquarters. 

one hour later

I park my bike, and get off it. I place my helmet on my bike not worried about it being stolen, because people either know about the cameras surrounding the building or they are too afraid of me to do anything. 

Looking at the building in front of me dread fills my body at the thought of what Boss may want with me. Snapping out of my thoughts I begin walking. As I make it to the door I see Graham waiting on the bench. "Hey, old man" I say. Graham snaps his head up from his phone, and looks at me.

He narrows his eyes at me. "You're late" He says grimly. Before I am able to make a retort he holds up his hand effectively silencing me. "Before you go making some snide remark, I know you did it on purpose" He starts as he stands up with a grunt . He walks over the door, and opens it. "We'll let's go see what he wants" He ushers me to go ahead of him with his hand. 

I quickly look him over, and notice the bags under his eyes as well as a dimness in them. hardening my face I give him a quick nod, and walk inside.  Graham walks up beside me in the hallway. 

As we walk neither of us dares voice any concern we may have for what the boss may want with us.  Rounding the corner I see the boss's door ahead, and purposely slow my steps hoping to avoid the inevitable. Graham shoots me a knowing look, but never the less slows down to match me. 

We reach the door, and halt. Graham looks at me, and raises his eyebrows in a silent question of whether I was ready. I take a deep breath in, and let it out slowly, and give him a quick nod before I change my mind. He reaches forward, and places three knocks on the door, each one in quick succession after the other.  

as we wait for a response from the other side, I feel as my nerves begin to get the best of me. I wipe my moist palms against my pants. My thoughts are interrupted by a deep voice saying "Come in". With that Graham opens the door, and walks in first. I make sure to steel my features before walking in after him. 

Upon entering the room my brows furrow, and confusion fills me. Boss is sitting in front of me in his usual place behind is desk, but that is not the source of my confusion, it is from the two men standing on either side of him, neither of which I know.

I look over to the man on the left, and study him. He is taller than my 5'6 by a good foot. He's dressed in what looks to be fighting leathers. Strapped across his chest is a holster filled with two guns, one on either side of his rib cage. His tanned arms are crossed over his broad chest. looking up to his head. He has dirty blond hair that's slicked back. His nose is slightly crooked probably from being broken one too many times. Meeting his eyes I am met with deep blue eyes. I feel as if my face heats from being caught looking. I flit my eyes over to the other man. 

I look him up and down, and find he is dressed similarly as the other, with the fighting leathers, and gun holster across his chest. He has golden brown skin. His arms are on either side of him, each one clenched in fists - "Someone is not happy about being here" I think to myself -. Moving up to his head. He has black hair that reaches the nape of his neck. I meet his brown eyes, and am once again caught looking at him. He smirks at me before moving his eyes to Graham.

Looking over at the boss I find him studying a map in front of him. His white arms are crossed over his chest, and a disturbed look is on his face. I watch as his eyes continue to move back to one specific place on the map. 

Stepping forward I clear my throat. With everyone now looking at me I speak "Respectfully, sir" I pause making sure to keep my tone neutral "What the heck is going on?".