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HE FINDS OUT WHAT YOU ARE "I'M NOT HER DEREK."
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"i've got eyes on the target." y/n said into a microphone on the hem of shirt as she pressed her finger lightly down on the trigger.
"y/n?" she heard causing her to look down from the tree she was crouched on to the ground. her pack stood there, confusion on all their faces.
"oh shit." y/n whispered frozen in place.
one hour before
"what's my mission today? y/n asked walking into the old warehouse. the warehouse suddenly transformed into a very fancy room where many people with guns and knifes stood. (think shadowhunters)
"ah y/n!" her boss said.
"your objective today is to assassinate henry walters or many know him as 'the boss.' he is the cause of much concern from people here at our base. find him and kill him. have a great day ms. y/l/n!" he exclaimed, walking into the plan room. y/n walked into the armory and began getting suited up.
she placed her sniper in her bag and threw it in the trunk of her car. "kaity!" y/n said into the phone. "where exactly do i find this henry guy?" she asked pulling out of the garage.
"hey y/n!" kaity said before continuing "alright so this man is located in the old systems warehouse. the place is heavily guarded with many of his men which is why boss sent in some other reinforcements incase anything bad happens to you. but don't worry i heard that they're supernatural of some sort?" kaity then nervously laughed into the phone.
"well y/n whatever you do be careful please!" she said as y/n parked her car far away from where the warehouse was.
"always am!" y/n said before hanging up.
she grabbed her binoculars and looked into the fenced off warehouse. around 30 men were standing outside it, each holding a gun.
"showtime." y/n muttered, getting out of the car. she had her bag filled with weapons on her back as she climbed a tall tree.
she brought her sniper out and instantly began searching through the windows for the henry guy. she saw him after a few minutes of looking and made sure the red dot was on his head.
"i've got eyes on the target." y/n said into a microphone on the hem of shirt as she pressed her finger lightly down on the trigger.
