Chapter 1

Dorothy Wallace; Age 21; Single

Lives alone in a old apartment building in a quiet urban area. Kill her quickly and leave no trace of her death. She hasn't paid her rent and will be expecting the 'landlord' I am willing to pay $160,000 to have her taken out forever. The reason does not have to be known.

I closed the case file or you can call it a target assignment. I had to kill some woman in her 20s for reasons unknown. It wasn't unusual killing someone at that age, I've killed younger. The folder came attached with a picture of whom I assumed was Dorothy. She had blond hair that sat on her shoulders. It was straight, like she straightened it everyday. Her eyes glowed of a dark brown color. Her skin was like snow, pale and lifeless. Her skin would stay the same color after I kill her. Her lips were a light pink, it went along with her skin.

None of her skills were listed, which meant she would be easy to take out. I grabbed the gun that laid on my desk, the hidden blade, and the garrote. I walked over to my closet and flung the door open. I grabbed a wig resembling the color of dark brown. I decided between the straight haired wig or the curly haired wig, but I went with the straight haired one. It seemed more business appropriate. I scanned the closet and grabbed a red button down shirt that would look good with a black blazer. I pulled out some dark skinny jeans and quickly put them on. A beige purse completed the outfit.

The hidden blade went underneath the sleeve of the red button down shirt. It was supposed to pop out when I flung my wrist back with some force. The action resembled what Spider-Man does when he shoots out his spider webs. I placed the garrote in the purse along with the gun. During this assassination, I'll hope to be relying on my blade. I got into my red Ferrari and drove to the location listed on the assignment.

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Knock knock...

I heard the shuffling of footsteps rushing towards the door. I breathed in a deep breath, like I always do.

"Hello!" I greeted with a grin plastered on my face. I held out my hand, she hesitated at first but she shook it anyway. I peered down at my fake clipboard that held some random papers associated with rent payment.

"Aah, yes here you are, Mrs. Wallace right?" She opened her mouth to agree, I assume, but I wasn't looking for chit chat. "Great! I'm your landlady and I've noticed your rent isn't up to date."

She looked guilty before she let out a sigh and smiled. "Yes, please come in!" She opened the door wider and gestured towards the living room. I stepped inside and immediately smelled the foul stench of fish. Her apartment was messy. And I mean it looked like there were a bunch of drunk teenagers who partied like there was no tomorrow. If I wasn't here on a mission, I would be interrogating her, especially about that putrid smell entering my nostrils. My nose scrunched up, but she didn't seem to notice or care.

"Excuse my shit everywhere. I'll just go get the check and I won't waste anymore of your time." She stated as she disappeared into a room. I had decided to lure her out of the apartment and lead her back to my office of where I could dispose of her in secrecy. Then I would return to clean out everything and remove all of her belongings, it'll seem like no-one ever lived there. Tedious of course, but that's part of the job. I waited until she reappeared in the doorway with a checkbook in one hand and a pen in another. She started to write out the check, but that wasn't part of the plan. I quietly pulled out my cellphone in my pocket onto my hand.

"On second thought, my boss just called. He requires me to take you up to my office so you can properly fill out a forum of why you haven't paid your rent and the checks that you own us." I waved the phone and got up from the used-to-be-peach colored couch. She stiffened and she seemed reluctant at first before she agreed.