Expect the Un-Expected

Expect the Un-Expected ~ A Jobs A Job edited

"Do not deceive yourselves by just listening to his word; instead, put it into practise. Whoever listens to the words but does not put into practice is like a man who looks in the mirror and sees himself as he is. He takes a good look at himself and then goes away and forgets what he looks like"

~ BIBLE. Letter from James.

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Expect the Un-Expected ~ A Jobs A Job.

I watched a car being pulled up. I breathed in and out slowly, camouflaging myself behind the bush. I waited quietly. A woman steps out of the car. I examine her face. So familiar.

I waited patiently,slowly regulating my breathing. My eyes scanned the figure approaching 'Francesca'. She had a dark appearance, typical assassin really.

It's at that moment I realised that I was in no real harm. You can't tell if someone's an assassin or not. That's the whole point. Keeping in the bush I aimed at her head and shot her. Right between the eyes.

Moving quickly I hid, I crept silently down the bush. Francesca's eyes frantically looked at where I had just been. I aimed again and shot, her other leg was now injured. I didn't want her to die. I wanted her to suffer. She would be disabled for the rest of her miserable life. I cackled, this was a fun game.

I stepped out from the bush. As I walked up to her my ears were intensely listening to our surroundings. I was glad I had brought my silent sniper gun or the cops would've been here already. I looked at her and bent down until I was at her eye level.

"Where is the girl?" I asked bored by this situation already, I had other things to be doing. She didn't respond she just shakily pointed to the car.

My eyes looked about 5 yards away to see it. Land rover discovery. Hmmm I quite like that. I'll keep it, humming to my self I skipped over. I stopped a little infront of it.

Scrambling in my bag I brought out my pen knife. I slide under the car and finding the device I was looking for. I quickly - using my pen knife - ripped out the tracking device and then scanning the vehicle again and finding the other device. A mini explosive if anyone was to try and take the girl whilst no one else was in the car with her. I quickly examined it, recognising the model. Within minutes it was no harm. So I ripped that out too.

I got out from under the car, brushing off my uniform (black all in one). I opened up the boot and saw the girl. She was wearing some tatty jeans and a top the was torn down the side. I took of the tape covering her mouth and with my pen knife cut the plastic tyes.

Looking at her sorrowfully I leant down and gave her a hug. She was so cold. She clung to me for dear life. Carefully I brought her over into the passenger seat. Setting her down. I looked at her with pity.

"Hello, my name is Bea and I want to help you. Okay? I want you to know that you are safe now. I will not hurt you. Now I'm going to ask you some questions okay?" She just looked at me , nodded cautiously.

"What's your name, sweetie? How old are you? Do you want to see your family?"

She looked at me again. She wasn't sure if she could trust me or not. Well, it's understandable considering she was about to be mudered and she may have already been violated. Making up her mind she replied in a small voice.

"I'm Jasmine, I'm 13 and I live in an orphanage."

[SO CLICHÉ WITH THE ORPHANAGE SHIT SORRY]

"Do you want to go back to the orphanage?"

"No, but I have no where else to go..."

"Stay with me," wait what? What did I just say?

"Could I? I don't know you..." She looks at me warily as she trails off. Understandable.