Partners In Crime

chapter 1

*Jeanie pov*

Whoa whoa, okay, I know this looks bad. But let's take it back a bit. I'm Jeanie, Jeanie Taylor the girl you heard about in that wonderful eulogy given by our dear friend Eliza Mae. Technically this whole thing started when I was 15 years old, but let's just go back a few months.

There I was grinding on some computer geeks lap with Ali telling me how I'm supposed to hack into this stupid software through an earpiece. Meanwhile, this dork is moaning so loud I can barely hear her. So I decided to take plan B, I snapped his neck.

"Why didn't I do that 5 minutes ago?" I asked myself. "You know I try to be nice, but they just ruin it for themselves." I said aloud, hearing Ali chuckle.

"You snapped his neck didn't you?" she asked.

"Yep." I said.

"Way to go." she sarcastically added.

"Hey you gotta do what you gotta do." I said. Plugging the USB into the computer Ali begins to tell me a bunch of codes and instructions to follow, and I just get lost.

"Yeah okay Ali slow down you lost me at USB." I said. She repeats herself and we successfully obtain the information we needed.

"Okay I'm sending the trojan in." Ali says.

"You're doing what?" I asked.

"The virus I'm setting the virus in the software so-"

"Yeah Yeah I got it." I said interrupting her mid sentence.

"Okay..." Ali let out a frustrated breath."Alright, and we are good to go." she said.

"Finally, thank god it smells like cigarettes and sex in here" I said making my way to leave.

You see, this is what me and my partner in crime/sister do for a living. As you can see we're rather good at what we do. Me being my manipulative self, and Ali being the brains. So over time we have discovered that men are pretty stupid, we have a full-proof system for the simple minded creatures.

However we do have morals. We don't just kill anyone. I mean we would never kill a child, unless they are possessed 'cause that shit is scary. I don't want to deal with that, you don't want to deal with that, case closed.We don't just kill innocent people, every time we kill someone they are always guilty of something more than murder. We aren't monsters, that's what we get rid of. Never get emotionally involved with someone you have to kill, that just complicates things. We are the get in and get out type girls. Finally never, ever, ever wear blue eyeshadow and red lipstick because that's just bad.

"Jeanie we have to go get the money." Ali said interrupting my thoughts.

"For what, wait, what money?" I asked her. Completely forgetting what was going on.

"For that job we just did stupid." she shook her head annoyed at me.

"Oh! Right! We did that, let's go do that." I laughed at my own stupidity snapping out of it.

People pay us to do the work that they can't do or don't want to risk their own doing. Ali and I have a 1 week guarantee on most jobs, most of the time we take less. We don't need details about the situation either which is why so many people like to use us, all we need is the job instructions and proof that everyone we have to kill is guilty. For example the guy I just killed was Kevin O'neil, he killed his own sister when he was 16 and went to join a gang where he would kidnap girls and sell them off. We have no clue why the people who hired us needed the information on that USB or even what was on it. The point was we did it, a bastard is burning in hell, and we are making dough.