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Beep-beep. Beep-beep. Beep-beep.
I rolled over and slapped my alarm clock. Ugh. Five thirty in the morning.
The joy.
I sat up, and dragged myself out of bed. Groggily, I fixed myself a bowl of Cap'n Crunch.
After brushing my teeth, I changed.
Slipping into a black off the shoulder top, I chose my dark blue skinny jeans to suffocate my legs with.
I brushed out my dark hair, smoothing out the tangles. After applying minimal makeup, I was into my converse.
"Where are you going?" Nicole said from the couch, startling me.
"Work."
"Ugh. My head hurts." she groaned.
Hangovers.
I rolled my eyes as she threw up all over the wood floor.
"Clean that up, ok? I gotta go. Bye luv ya."
I grabbed the keys to her mercedes.
"Dont forget to take a shower!" I shouted as I walked out the front door.
I drove for fifteen minutes until I reached Johnson's Plumbing Service. What a cheesy cover.
Inside it was a perfectly normal plumbing service building. Ah. Secrets. So complicated.
I walked over to the freezer, and stepped inside. The cold didn't bother me. I walked to the back, and pressed my palm against a small compartment door. The wall slid open, and a stepped forward.
Inside it was an all out war zone. Gunfire rang out in my ears, but no bullets flew out. It was like laser tag.
"Long time no see!" Richard Queue walked up to me, but didn't touch me, knowing I hated that.
"What am I doing today?" I asked.
"Oh, no. You aren't training today." we walked past the hand to hand combat.
"I have chosen something very special just for you."
"No way." my jaw hit the floor.
"Way." Richard leaned back, smiling. "I should be very upset at you Natassja. You told you had killed him."
"Bu- but I did! He- there's no way, he couldn't have sur-" my voice stammered.
"He escaped Nat. Here I'll give you a minute or two to wrap your head around it. I'm going to go get me another cup of coffee."
John Banks was alive. No way. there was no way. He would've been burned into pieces by that explosion. If he had jumped, he would have died before he hit the ongoing traffic below.
No. This had to be some other man, taking the identity of Banks.
"Ok. your minute is over. Now. I'm giving you one more chance Natassja. Got it? Kill him. No exceptions." Richard sat down again.
"I promise sir."
"You promised me last time too."
I looked down at my lap.
"I told you. Don't yet your past interfere with this okay? It will only slow you down. We can't afford another mistake like this."
"Yes. Sir."
"Now. I must decide a punishment for you." Richard leaned back, clasping his hands together. "What do you think?" he eyed me.
"Sir-"
"Yes you're right. I'll punish you after you kill him. Deal?"
I nodded. Not like I had a choice.
"now leave." he dismissed me with a wave of his hand.
I got up obediently and walked out, my mind somewhere else.
"Hey. Nat! You heard the news?" A boy I remembered as Nick walked up to me. He almost patted my back, but his hand wavered before lowering. "Looking good." his eyes swept over my body, and I rolled my eyes.
"I just want something to do."
"Ok. While we're already here." He got into a pre fighting stance and I laughed.
"It's on."
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"You're lucky a bloody nose is all you got."
"Yeah. Lucky. Forgot how hard you kick."
Nick and I walked out, him tending to his nose.
"So. Banks is back." he laughed uneasily.
"Yup." I popes the 'p', trying to look nonchalant.
"Did you, uh," he ran his hands through his hair. "Did you get assigned? This time?"
I nodded you.
"So did I."
I stopped. "Wait, what?"
"Youre not working alone." he chuckled.
No. I had always worked alone. There was no way. Richard knew how much I hated partnership.
Been there done that.
"Oh."
Nick laughed. "Guess you'll have to put up with me for the next month or so."
"Yeah."
"Get down!" some one yelled from behind me, actually out of no where, and I ducked, for no reason. Nick started laughing, and I was starting to think I was going crazy, when Nick dropped down with me, and a flurry of bullets flew over my head.
They hit a tank about two hundred yards away, and I could feel the heat from all the way over here.
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"What the hell?" Nick said, examining the damage, but not for long before he fell onto the ground, blood seeping out of his shirt.
"Holy sh-" I took off running, got into the Mercedes, and drove off to the nearest pay phone.
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Ação"What are you doing?" He pulled frantically at the door, but it was locked from the inside. "Shit!" I smiled. "Seven, six, five, four," "Let me in!" "Two, one." the word had barely left my lips when a blur of red and orange engulfed him. Satisfied...
