Chapter One: Arrogant vs Stubborn

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Damian POV
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Normally, I wouldn't accept a job that would involve the extermination of another person. But throw in a million bucks and I'm game. Anything you need me to do, I got it just as long as there's a little green in it for me. Call it what you will.

A moron.

A guy with a vengeance.

I prefer mercenary, a sexy one at that.

Anyways, apparently Mr. Krauss, I think that's his name, wants me to assassinate some chick in return for a million bucks.

Sure. Why not? The sooner I find this girl the sooner I can get to sipping margaritas in the Bahamas.

Why do I care if they want her dead?

Although I have no idea what I'm looking for because all I got was basic descriptions; brown hair, brown eyes, 5'6", and loves Marvel.

I snorted.

What a geek.

Besides that, I'm basically going in blind.

A picture would've been nice.

He said I'll know it when I see her.

Whatever the heck that's means.

I checked my left pocket that contained my lock pick and then the other pocket which contained my Swiss Army knife.

If I'm gonna do this then I got to do this right.

Heading towards my pickup truck,
I drove to the nearest gun store.
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Lily's POV
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"Lilith Ann Foster,"

Wait, that's my name isn't?

"Lily" A voice called. "Are you ok?"

I felt a hand on my arm making me jump three feet. It was my "friend" Diane.

"What" I answered groggily.

Was I sleeping?

"Sleeping again Ms. Foster," Mrs. Steinbeck scowled.

Whoops.

"Um...sorry..I didn't really get en-"

"That's the third time this week Ms. Foster. You are familiar with baseball, yes?"

I groaned.

She always does this.

One time she incorporated the game Sorry into her method of discipline. Making us say sorry to the person we done wronged to. It's stupid.

"Well?" She demanded.

I'm pretty sure the whole class was looking at me now. I shift in my seat a little uneasy. Even the kid who literally always sleep but never gets caught, was listening.

"Yes," I said quietly folding and unfolding my hands. I do that when I'm nervous.

"Strike three. You're out. Please pack your bags and go to the principle's office."

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