my dads an assasin, gee, you picked a great job dad!

my dads an assasin, gee, you picked a great job dad! EDITED 1/3

The day started out just like all the other days. I got up in the morning, made my bed, brushed my hair... all that stuff. I had black hair and deep blue eyes; looked just like my dad. The only difference was that my eyes screamed helpless while my father just had to glare at people and they would literally step back and start stuttering.

I made my own breakfast and sat down at the table across my dad. His black hair reached his chin just like mine; except that mine was curly while his was slick. We ate our breakfast in silence until he talked.

"Honey, I'm going to be gone for a few days," he told me.

"Who's on the run this time?" I asked jokingly.

He laughed. It was a running joke between us because my father was an assassin that worked for the US government. He used to work for another government but I didn't know which it was. He'd never told me its name.

"Nothing major. Its just a guy who got his hands on some classified information," he said.

"Will you be back soon?" I asked him.

"I'm the best assassin in this country, of course I'll come back," my dad scoffed.

I had to laugh.

I wasn't an assassin myself but my dad had taught me a few tricks of the trade: how to make a bomb, how to disarm it, how to kill someone with a single blow, how to kill an opponent by driving their ribs into their organs, how to poison people, how to make the poisons, how and where to stab someone with a syringe... He claimed that he'd only taught me the basics and I really didn't know if he was lying or not because he was the assassin, not me.

My dad was literally the best assassin in this country. The president himself had given my father that award six years ago.

"Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone," he told me, "and if for whatever reason you have to change your identity, let me know what your new name is." He told me this every time he had to leave for a mission.

"Dad, I'm fine. I'm pretty sure I can deal with any robber that shows up. You've taught me enough dad," I told him.

"If another assassin shows up, you'll be dead in two seconds flat," my dad stated flatly.

"I'll be fine dad," I protested.

"Oh really?" my dad asked, one eyebrow going up.

 I should have known that he was planing something.

Two seconds later my arm was twisted behind my back and my dad had a knife pressed against my throat. I let out a gasp. He always surprised me with his speed and agility.

"You'll be defenseless against an assassin that was actually trained," he told me coldly.

"You trained me yourself," I snapped.

"Yes, I did; but you are a slow learner," he told me.

I gave him a glare and went to my room. I got onto my computer. I had a lot of programs on it that almost no one knew about. I could track anyone I wanted; via their cellphone, via their phone, via their credit card... My dad had taught me himself. I watched as my dad packed his stuff. A lot of the stuff here had been modified to hide things. I knew how to shoot every gun ever made and my aim was good, maybe even better was my aim with a throwing knife. I also knew things that only surgeons should be able to do.

I could protect myself. My dad had made sure of that himself.

My mom was an assassin as well. I didn't know who she was since my parents had separated when I was three and my dad had gained custody of me. I'd never seen my mom in person. All I knew about her was that she was another assassin. Both my parents were assassins; can this get any better?