Assigned To Kill (Luke Hemmings)

Chapter Four

This was it.

This was my time. 

God, I make things sound as though I'm about to do something crazy, rather than walk inside the venue. I had to push my way through the growing crowd of screaming fan girls as they waited excitedly for their idols to come on stage just to get a place right at the front, which I got while receiving many glares from the girls around us. Whether that was because I was wearing clothes that showed a lot of cleavage or because I had pushed them out of the way, I wasn't sure. I didn't think my outfit was that bad, it consisted of a black skater skirt with a blue low cut top tucked in, emphasising my assets. I had knee high socks on, paired with black converse.

I was trying to capture the guys attention so I knew that if I wore a 5 Seconds of Summer t-shirt like the fans were wearing, I would have only succeeded in blending into the crowd, something I didn't want. Therefore, I had to try another option, hence why I was showing off more boob than was probably necessary at a concert. Not that I cared, I've had to wear less on a job before.

Once I was happy with where I was stood, I glanced around. I noticed there were security guys all around the place, as well as in front of us near the barrier. Some were handing out cups of water to pass along so we could stay hydrated and wouldn't pass out. The men that let us into the venue hadn't checked anybody for weapons, something I was expecting anyway because they wouldn't have expected anyone to have a weapon on them to see their favourite band. If they had checked though, they would have found the knife that I had strapped to my thigh.

It took me a while to prepare for this, something that usually came naturally. Considering this mission in particular wasn't natural, I knew I'd have to spend more time on this job but preparing for this one was quite tiring. 

For instance, I had to fit in with the crowd somehow. While nobody would even remotely notice if I was singing along to their songs or not, I still had to learn them anyway. I could have shot Blade when he told me that but I knew that this was just part of the job. I had to constantly remind myself of why I was doing this. It wasn't because of the money, which was always a bonus, nor was it because killing is just what I do. No, it was because if Blade was right and Luke's father was working for Skull Agency, then he had to die purely because he knew too much about Blade's agency so he could be selling information. Plus he worked for the agency that killed my parents, so he was never ever going to survive. He was going down, one way or another. There was no doubt about it.

Before 5 Seconds of Summer came on stage, I knew that there would be a support act. Who they were, I wasn't sure. I had tried to find out through social media - using a fake account, of course - but I hadn't found much. Nobody seemed to know who this support act would be, so we were all left to wonder.

It turned out that the support act was a band who's guitars were so loud that I couldn't even make out what the singer was actually saying but I tried to get into the music anyway. I may as well try to enjoy myself. If I acted like a fan then maybe the overall experience wouldn't be so bad. The support act was good, from what few words I could hear but I wouldn't be looking them up any time soon to download their music. It just wasn't my taste.

An hour must have gone by before the support act, who waved at everybody, once more saying their band name that I still couldn't hear properly, they left the stage and music came on. I knew this was while 5 Seconds of Summer were preparing to come on stage.

Upon hearing the sea of girls surrounding me erupt into cheers, I turned back to face the stage to see 4 boys walk on. 5 Seconds Of Summer. I scanned each boy quickly, trying to find my target, my eyes narrowing once I spotted him. His blonde hair had a slight quiff but the hairstyle suited him. The picture I had in the file back at mine was an old picture judging by the view in front of me. He had aged well.