Chapter Nine

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I walked to the back of the school. I started to shake so badly. I was so anxious to hear my first mission.

I mean, what are they going to have me do?

Go to Italy, or maybe Russia.

"Skylar!" I heard someone yell in a panic. I looked to my right and saw the boy sitting in a chair, tied up, with three masked men by him. Two with nine inch switchblade, one with a forty-two. "Help!"

One of the masked men with the knife came walking over, stomping his feet, and he was walking fast. I rolled my eyes.

Great, just perfect.

I walked over to him as he came straight at me. He went to stab my stomach with the knife, but I blocked it with my right hand. I round-housed him in the stomach, making his double over. Then, I ax kicked him in the neck, making him pass out and fall on the floor. I sat up straight, dusting my shirt off.

Before I could even finish dusting off, I felt someone come up behind me, with his left hand wrapped tightly around my stomach, and his right hand held against my throat. I grabbed the hand with the knife with both my hands. Then, with my right arm, I elbowed the guy in the rib. I heard a grown. I leaned forward, making the man flip forward and hit his back on the floor. He screamed, but I payed more attention to the guy with the gun.

He held the gun up the temple of the boys head, then smirked at me with an evil smile.

"Come one step closer, then I'll blow his head right off." The masked man threatened harshly. I put my hands in the air just a little, then I chuckled.

"I don't know if you wanna do that." I insisted. The masked man laughed with a smirk.

"Why?" He asked mockingly. I smirked back.

Wanna be like that? Huh?

"Because." I put my hands down and did a front kick with the foot that has the gun in my shoe. The gun came flying out of the boot, then I caught it. I cocked the gun, and shot the hand that had the gun pointing at the boy. The masked man screamed, then fell on the ground. I walked over to the masked man. He grabbed his hand that I shot, then tried to reach for his gun. I walked up to his gun and kicked it away.

I cocked my gun one more time, pointing it at his head. "Like I was saying, because I will shot your hand. That's why."

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