Concept Zero[ON HOLD]

Concept Zero

WOOSH!

I wake up to the terrifying and all too familiar sound of a bullet stealthily passing my ear. My eyes pop open with in a nano second and with my natural instinct I pull out my gun and point it to the direction in which the bullet came. Nothing. I look around. Still, no one to be found. I had been trained to be ready at any moment. I load up my gun to its fullest extent of bullets and quietly and slowly approach from the dark corner I had been in to catch a few Z's. Obviously, that wasnt possible. Not in my world. Not in this job. You see I'm not your average teenager. But when I was born, i definetly had the full potential of exactly that. Being raised by the perfect parents, going to school and having the perfect friends and the perfect world. Yea right, thats a laugh, if i've ever had one. My parents were told to be very loving and the nicest people. Thats why i dont understand. i dont understand why they were murdered. I've never understood why them of all people-my dad a quiet and kind accountant and my mom a model who became a stay at home mom once she found out she was pregnant with her first child (me)- thats why i never understood why and how in the world i got into this line of work. Concept Zero. Thats me...basically. See thats not my name...its my agency. Now, i know what your thinking...oh the typical spy thats only real in the movies and spy kids. Trust me, i wish that was the case, but its not. I wish i could go back 17 years and shoot whoever tried to murder my parents. I wish i could tell them i loved them...even though my parents and my life was taken away from me at 2 months. I was too small. Thats always been the case. I'm too small to save the world, i'm too small to assasinate one of the most notorious mafia freaks in the nation. I'm too small. I never had much of a life. After my parents were killed, I was moved to an orphange. There had been no sign of my family outside of my mom and dad. Four years had passed in the orphanage. Those were the four worst years of my life.2,190 days of worthlessness. Waking up every morning at 5 AM, being slapped and thrown around, left and right people i've never seen before calling me stupid and a worthless pest. It had to end. On my 6th birthday is the day i ran away. I didnt have much to call my own. A black suitcase, a toothbrush, a blanket and a teddy bear that i had from my parents. The first second i got i grabbed my light weight suit case and made a run for it. Looking back and chanting to never see that living hell again. Thats when i "stumbled" upon Concept Zero. I thought it through once i was far enough away to not be seen i wondered if running away was exactly the smartest thing to do. With no money, or food there was nothing for me to do but sit and wait. Wait until i could think of something that could get me out of this situation. Going back never became an option. As much as i thought that was the best thing to do, it wasnt really possible. Once i would arrive back it would become even more like a prison than it aleady was. The supervisors would never trust me alone and the punishment was unthinkable...for all i know they would put me in the electric chair. I walked along searching for some kind of shelter when i felt it. I felt the eyes of stone cold killer shooting through the back of my head. Little did i know that cold stone killer just happened to be the skilled and great founder of Concept Zero. That man was AJ Fennings. That simple stare changed my life forever. AJ had motioned me to come over. And obviously, since i didnt know any better, i went up to him. He told me he could provide me with food, drink, and a stable home. All the things i had been looking for. So i went with him. This whole experience caused me to grow up a lot faster than any 6 year old should. Little did i know that once i accepted AJ's stretched out hand i would be accepting the honor of becoming the most notorious agent ever in the history of Concept Zero. This is me. This is Shayla Heights.

WOOSH!

Another silenced bullet scrapes across my hair barely missing my head. I snap back from my little flash back and point my gun up once again. This time it was different. This time i look up to see Pedro Gonzalez...my target. i quickly analyze his profile.. another one of my many talents...photographic memory.  I review his classification.

CLASSIFICATION

NAME: Pedro Gonzalez

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BOOM! i shoot a bullet in his direction...also silenced.

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AGE: 46

WEIGHT: 217 LBS

HEIGHT: 5'7

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WOOSH!  another one comes my way and i dodge it.

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DESCRIPTIONS:

GENDER: M

HAIR: BLACK

SKIN: TAN

RACE: HISPANIC

EYES: DARK BROWN

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Pedro takes out a different gun. This one is long and doesnt look like most guns. I study it...and a little for too long i might add...

SWISH!

This one pokes into my lower back. I dont feel pain just a pinch. My thoughts start to slow down and drift away.

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REASON FOR ASSASINATION: Successful in several cases of murder. Assination of serveral embassaders and queens. Part of the mafia group-Bronco. Including drug dealing and poisening.Main murder case: Fennings, Ha....

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My thoughts are cut off and my brain is shutting down...i start to drift and as my eyes close i see Pedro Gonzalez's face laughing at mine.