The Perks Of Being A Spy (ON HOLD)

Chapter Three - Farewell filthy pig

It took a while for me to study all the papers in front of me, not because they were difficult, just because there were a lot and my plan had to be meticulously precise. After I had my perfect plan laid out I realised my room was pure caos. Between my two jobs I really found it difficult to find the time to clean up too, and I wasn't about to let a stranger clean my room for me, I could easily picture her finding my guns and equipment. Whatever, it was not like anyone could complain, I was the only one living here.

Anyway, this job wasn't going to be all that bad, it was just a sniper thing, the kind of mission I preferred. I just had to eliminate my target and disappear. Mr Biggs wanted this done fast and clean, and I wasn't about to disappoint him: I had spent an hour and a half studying which would be the best spot possible for me to have a great shot and a clean escape.

I was already starting to feel excited, adrenaline rushing through my veins like it always did before a job. I didn't mind killing people when it meant freeing the world from unbelievably evil scumbags. Take this target, for example, he's been in charge of a human trafficking ring for years. He especially likes children, boys aged five to fifteen. This guy had it coming for a long time and I was honoured to be the one putting him down.

I slipped on my black outfit that made me look like black widow and grabbed my gear, double checking it meticulously. My sniper rifle was clean and shining in its case, happy I had cleaned it earlier.

I put on a light long jacket to hide my very suspicious outfit. I sighed as I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I wasn't scary at all. My brown hair fell in waves over my shoulders and my big brown eyes were surrounded by long lashes making me look very young and sweet. But what really made that good girl façade work were the freckles spreading all over my nose and cheeks, damn I hated them dearly.

I laughed at myself as I locked the door behind me: I loved deceiving people with my pretty face.

My motorcycle darted fastly along the nearly empty roads, riding it gave me an extreme sense of freedom, especially at night. Nights were magical in my opinion, everything looked different at night and everything was peaceful, no annoying people around and, most of all, no noise. I always chose a bike for my jobs: they were faster and much more agile than most cars. Plus, in case you were being chased, it was much easier to get away with it rather than a car.

I parked just outside the back door of the building I had decided to use. I ran up the stairs carrying my weapon. If this was fourin the afternoon someone would have noticed a petite brunette jogging up the building with a very suspicious looking case, but thank God for me, it was four in the morning and this didn't occur.

I knew the routine of my target by heart even if I wasn't the one that had followed him around. I really liked it when I didn't have to be the one doing the stalking. But that usually happened only when the case was someone else's and they realised they needed an experienced sniper. My brother and I were the best ones at the agency, our father had practically forced us to exercise every weekend of our lives.

I cracked my fingers and neck before lying down to look through my rifle's telescopic sight. Everything looked silent and dark, like the target was sleeping. I inhlaed deeply: patience wasn't my strong suit, but I was getting better at it after years of practice.

I waited and waited for my favourite human smuggler to wake up, not daring to move a muscle. I was in an extremely uncomfortable position and all I really wanted to do was stretch my arms and legs and drink a cup of coffee. If terrible human beings like this one didn't exist, I wouldn't have to kill them in the middle of the night getting cramps in the process.

The sun was going to rise in approximately fifteen minutes, according to the watch the agency had given me. And it was no ordinary watch.
I knew the target would be waking up at any minute since he had a cargo arriving at six a.m., I was meant to have smashed his brains before then, while the rest of the team busted the cargo.

Someone was moving. My body tensed as I suddenly became aware of every inch of it, the rifle becoming part of it. As soon as the lights turned on I had a perfect view of his bedroom. I was really good at choosing the perfect spot. What I saw next nearly made me puke: a young kid came into the bedroom and shook the fat man awake.

The fat man reached for the alarm clock on his bedside table and grinned satisfied. He moved his hungry, perverted eyes to the boy in front of him.

"Move, boy, move!" I silently prayed.

As if someone was listening to my prayers, the alarm clock fell from the fat man's hand and the boy crouched down to pick it up.

"Farewell filthy pig." I smiled as I squeezed the trigger and sent his brains flying out of his head, painting the white sheets red.

I glanced at my watch and pressed the button that signaled to the agency that the job was done: one big ugly pervert dead before six a.m.? Check.

I ran down the building and left as silently as I came.