Take It To The Grave | Danisnotonfire Fanfic #wattys2015

2. I'm trained to kill.

I exit the coffee shop and turn right, walking through the mass of people, occasionally shoving someone out of the way. I look like a typical office worker, dressed in a black pencil skirt, white blouse and black stilettos. That's the point; to blend it; to look ordinary. So no one will suspect anything.

I rifle through my handbag, looking for my phone. I feel the paper napkin, with Dan's number written on it. I smile wryly to myself. Poor guy doesn't know what he's in for. I grab my iPhone and ring the HQ.

"I'm on my way." I say to the Boss.

"Ok. Good work back there Ms Riley. He didn't suspect a thing." The Boss chuckles.

"I know, poor guy." I laugh along. "See you in a few minutes." And I end the call, sliding my phone back into the leather bag.

I carry on until I reach a side alleyway and I turn into it. No one's looking as I do. Halfway down, there's a metal door on the right with a keypad. I type in the code and the door swings open. I stride through the white hallways until I reach a big room at the end. The Boss's room.

"Well done, Hannah." He compliments me. "You did fantastically." This is high praise indeed.

"Thank you. I think he'll be pretty easy."

"I agree. Take as long as you need. You need to do it when the time is right so he doesn't suspect a thing."

"Ok, sure."

"You're one of our best, Hannah." He says, still staring at his computer. "No one ever suspects anything with you."

"I have his phone number. Would you like it?"

The Boss nods and I slide the napkin over to him. He types the number into the database.

"Ok, we're tracking him now." And then he slides it back. "You're free to go."

I nod and turn on my heel, walking away. I exit the building and I go back to my apartment. I walk slowly, wondering why I have to get Dan. I wonder what he's done for me to get involved. The annoying thing is though, that I only find out once the 'case' is over.

I get to my building and stand in front of a scanner, which scans my eyes. Security is tight where I live. Though it's not surprising considering what I do for a living.

You see, I'm a trained assassin. And that's my job. To kill certain people who've done wrongly according to the Organisation I work for. I'm highly trained in every single way possible. I can break someone's neck in one movement and make it look like an accident; hack into the government's web system within 5 minutes; throw a knife at someone 75m away and get it straight in their heart; shoot at a moving target from 500m away. I can do anything. And no one will ever suspect a thing.

My job is pretty simple. First, find the person the Boss wants to me eventually kill. Secondly, get close to them so they don't suspect anything but not so close that I begin to like them. Thirdly, kill them. Lastly, dispose of their body, usually through incineration. And then the whole process repeats itself.

I walk up to my apartment and unlock my door, switching on the lights. I move towards my specialised iMac and turn it on. I log onto FaceBook and already I have one new friend request - Dan Howell. I click 'accept' and enter his profile. I scroll through but I don't find anything worth knowing. I tap a few keys and instantaneously, I've hacked into his profile. I can see everything; messages, private emails, the lot. This should be more interesting and worthy of information.

I read through his private emails but nothing comes up, only chat about YouTube, friends, family etc. Nothing that I need to know at this present point in time. He has his Twitter and YouTube account linked so I click on his Twitter first, again, hacking into it. I decide to venture into his 'mentions' and I discover thousands of tweets, mainly from teenage girls. I smile to myself, they won't be too happy at the end of this whole 'case'. They won't be happy whatsoever. Next, I go onto his YouTube. I don't bother hacking in because there won't be any personal details on there. Instead, I watch his videos. I find myself laughing, he's pretty funny. I make a mental note to say that to him next time we meet.

My Mac pings, indicating I have a new email from Facebook.

Dan Howell. I smile to myself.

***AUTHORS NOTES***

I haven't gotten much views on this, but I don't mind, because it's mainly for my own entertainment.

Because being an assassin/secret agent sounds hello cool.

Except for the killing part. That doesn't sound nice.

~ClaireDeLlama >•<