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Chapter Two
My stomach was churning in anticipation. I shut off the safety on the rifle, letting myself relax. Then I pulled the trigger.
The shot rang out loud as a firecracker. In an instant James went face first into his pasta and the man across from him jumped up in shock. I quickly grabbed my rifle, put the safety back on and slid it into its case. I stood and glanced one more time back at what I had done. James was still slumped over and there were men and women runny around the restaurant screaming at the top of their lungs. The man that had been sitting with him was still staring at James in shock, watching the growing circle of blood on the white tablecloth. I stared at the man with little interest, he was not my problem. After I had a shooting anyone who was with my target wasn't my problem unless they seen me or they interfered with my work. Shrugging I sprinted to the fire-escape, throwing the gun case disguised as a giant backpack over my shoulder. I ran down the stairs almost tripping in my haste, I didn't need to be 'caught'. If the cops came and found me they would arrest me, not that I wouldn't get out when I made a call to the office but still jail sucked. Only few people knew about the assassin agency, not even the cops knew which made it pretty hard to get a job done without the worry of being caught. Getting caught always meant trouble the boss was bound to yell at you for. I'd only been caught once and that was on my first job. I had lingered to long after killing my target and the cops found me. Smiling I remembered the trip to the jail, getting booked and then calling the agency and getting out in less then an hour. There was no record of my little visit to jail, the files from the courthouse and jailhouse had been destroyed immediately. By this time I was at the bottom of the fire scape, I jumped and landed on the ground without any pain. I smiled, shook out my hair and walked down the dirty alleyway to the street on the opposite side of where the restaurant was. I looked at my car and sighed in contentment. I loved my sleek black proshe, it was awesome. I grabbed the keys out of my back pocket and unlocked the door with them. I sat into the plush leather seats sighing happily at how they fit to the shape of my body. I was extremely happy to get into a comfortable position after all that waiting around on cold hard concrete. I glanced in my rearview mirror hearing the sirens of the police and ambulances then checked my side veiw mirrors. I shrugged, nothing. I drove off towards my home eager to see Jackson and to hug and hold him.
As I drove through the mansions gates after pressing in my code, I smiled thinking of how happy Jackson would be to see me. He was always ecstatic to see me home and running about to his needs. I loved cooking for him and loved to see him happy. In a way I thought of him as my own son, not my brother. I guess in a way I was his mother, seeing as our parents had died 1 year ago. Well to be exact they were murdered. I clenched my fist and fought back tears; I wasn't going to think of this. I needed to be strong for Jackson. I drove around the circular driveway and stopped before the house. Jumping out of my car I ran up the marble steps and through the giant stain-glass doors. I went through the lounge, glancing past the nice cream-colored furniture and yelled "I'm home Jackson". He came running out of the living room direction smiling hugely and tackled me, practically making me fall over. I laughed holding onto him. Man I loved this little boy. He is my world. I'm pretty sure he will always be my world. After everything that we have gone through together, it seems only logical for me to be so attached. Our parents died about a year ago, and we seen. I teared up again. Damnit I needed to control my emotions more often or I would get myself into trouble. I pulled away from Jackson and looked him in the face. Jackson and I look nothing alike. Where my hair is raven black his is blonde. Where my eyes are hazel his eyes are a bright blue. It was odd that I looked nothing like either of my parents yet looking at Jackson; I knew he resembled them both. He had our mother's soft blue eyes that could make you feel loved. He had our dad's handsome jawbone and would attract girls like moths to a light in no time. I smiled softly at him.
"Did you bring the mail in today when you got off the bus Jackson", I said still smiling.
"Sure did Lori, it's on the kitchen counter" he replied, smiling back to where his adorable dimples show.
The kitchen in our house is only a few feet away from the living, which was where I and Jackson were standing. I walked to the kitchen not even bothering to marvel over the house. I snatched up the single envelope off the marble counter and my heart stopped. The letter was addressed to me and it had a court seal on it. I frowned deeply, what had I done now? I rubbed my temples in frustration. Why did my life have to be so damn confusing? Holding my breath I opened the envelope, stared at the words for a few minutes in shock, then the letter slipped through my fingers. Oh no.
