The Blaze Before Dawn

Boss bitch and a college girl

PICTURE OF BLAZE TO THE SIDE

"Wake yo ass up!" Blaire said shaking Blaze as she rested.

Blaze got up and stretched and looked at the clock saying 8:37pm.

"oh shit I overslept."

"Hell yeah you did...Suit up so we can shoot this move." Blaire said as after she went downstairs.

Blaze noticed as soon as she got back from school at 4, she studied a bit then went right to sleep. She shot a move last night and didn't get any rest.

She put her hair into a ponytail and put on her bulletproof vest, her gloves, her long sleeve, and her black nike roshes. She tucked a knife on her side and stuffed her Mac 11 into her small gym bag and put her pistol on the side.

She walked downstairs to see Blaire screwing her silencer onto her pistol.

"Oh now yo ass wanna be Kim possible." Blaire said laughing.

They got into the car and was listening to J. Cole- tale of two cities.

"You can chill in the car until I'm done, I don't want you slippin since you tired."

"Nah I'll never let you bust alone."

Blaire smirked and gave her sister a pound. As they drove to the suburbs of Canton, Mi. Blaze opened up the Manila folder and found their target.

"Yep, this it." She said memorizing the address and the targets face.

Blaire parked down the street as her and Blaze ran to the house with semi automatic weapons in hand ready to send somebody with their maker.

When they got on the porch Blaze nodded and Blaire kicked the door down. A dog started barking wildly and Blaze quickly silenced it. She loved animals but this dog was too savage.

Once that was done she rushed into a bedroom with Blaire and saw a fat white bald man who looked like he uses the word nigger frequently.

Blaire whacked him on the side of the head. He held his bloody head and closed his eyes shut.

"Take everything please...please."

"We didn't come for that puppy change William Stockton." Blaze said, "that's a classy name for a pedophile like you."

"P-p-p."

"P-p-p, shut the fuck up fat ass." Blaire said mimicking him and cutting him off.

His house was disgusting with empty plates everywhere and half eaten food. Under a plate on his nightstand Blaze noticed a picture. The picture was of a little white girl no older then 8 fondling herself. Blaze coughed and threw the picture down.

"you're a sick soul Stockton." Blaze said trying not to cry.

Blaire emptied two billets into Williams head. Blaire then went over to see what got her sister so disturbed.

"Pedophile muthafucka. I hope he rottin."

They ransacked the house to stage it as a robbery and to make sure no one was witness to their crime. No witnesses. No matter young or old, no witnesses.

They ran out the house and took the long drive back home. They burned their van and walked down the street as their boss or 'Godmother Sylvia' picked them up.

"How are my sweet girls doing?" She asked smiling.

"We're good, how are you Syl?" Blaire asked.

"Good baby. Reach in the glove department it's two stacks each for you two."

Blaze was just thinking about the murder but once the green touched her hand, sympathy and regret instantly went away. This profession paid well and was for a good cause.