Prodigy | On Hold

6. Stupid body guards

Cecelia

Usually, I didn't really pay attention to those buff guys in black suits that stood around famous people, but now, I realized how annoying they were. I was curious to see if I killed all of them, I would get extra experience points.

Hold on. We don't even get experience points. It just makes me feel better since we don't get anything for helping the Dictator. I sighed, stopping in front one of the Chandler buildings. I could feel guilt coursing through my veins. This was Quinn's family's company. One of the most successful business families in the world.

Although I've never met Jane officially, she didn't stand a chance if the Dictator was out for her blood. I recall the photograph of her on her death file, the file that gave me the right to kill her without being given a trial.

Outside, where there were no cameras, I took out my red contacts and pushed in a pair of light blue contacts. I tied my hair into a high ponytail and took a deep breath and stepped forward, and pulling my hood off. I smiled faintly and stepped into the building.

"Ma'am?" I spoke softly, stepping up to the front desk, where an African American woman sat, typing rapidly on a computer.

She looked up at me, her name tag glinting. "Yes? How may I help you?"

"I'm looking for Ms. Jane Boone?" The woman's lips pulled up into a frown.

She turned her computer screen around and showed me Jane's list of clients. "Is your name on the list?"

"No." I managed to say, annoyed. "I'm a friend of the Chandlers. Celeste, actually. Quinn asked me to speak to Jane in private."

The woman sighed, opening the employee gate for me. "Can I have your name down, at least?"

"Marilyn Scott, of the Business class." I spoke confidently. The woman nodded once more, letting me pass as she wrote down Jane's floor and room number.

She handed me a slip of paper and turned away and continued to type on her computer. I took a shaky breath and glanced at the sheet. Level 45, room 17. I stepped towards a silver tube and stepped in, pressing the 45th floor button. Jets of air pushed me up in the air, past other floors and stopped on the 45th floor. I stepped out, my ponytail a bit messy but continued, stopping in front of room 17.

I knocked on the door, a faint 'Enter' allowed me to open it. I stepped in, and Jane Boone sat there at her desk, a neat space with her computer desk and various other items. "How may I help you?"

My lips were pulled into a grim smile. "I'm Marilyn Scott, one of Quinn's friends." Jane pushed her brown hair out of her bright eyes, frowning at me.

"I don't... know you?" I stepped forward, turning around so that she could see the back of my cloak, the gave her a cold look. "I..."

I stepped forward, a silver gun slipped into my hand from my sleeve. "Any last words, Ms. Boone?" The woman screamed, and at least ten men piled out of hidden places. I knew they were her guards, tall, buff, and probably hard to kill. "It's a shame, Jane, that this room... happens to be shatterproof and soundproof. Curious, isn't it?" I cracked my neck, startling a few men.

Jane whimpered, eight guards surrounded her while the others stood in front of me. I sighed, pulling a Frisbee out of my inside coat pocket. I stretched my arms and pulled my arm back, releasing it. I watched as it flew, hitting the four men that were in front of me. Three heads flew off the necks, rolling onto the ground, leaving a warm trail of blood, and the frisbee and exploded on the last man, guts spilled over the ground. Jane let out another scream, her face ghastly and pale.

I rolled my eyes. Leave it to my brother to invent flying explosive chainsaw frisbees. I jumped up, firing the only bullet I had, letting it fly in slow motion and hit Jane in the head. She collapsed to the ground, limp. The remaining guards all glared at me, and one by one, they came at me. I sighed, shoving my gun inside my cloak and pulled out two knives, wielding one in each hand.

I then slashed, leaping up in the air and slashed at the men. Killing was all for experience points... right? I swung my arms, slashing at whatever there was, flesh, wood, and metal. Within minutes, Jane's office was stained in blood. I stared at the eleven decapitated heads that stared back at me, twelve men that had lost their lives for one life I was suppose to kill. I had remembered on my mission briefing that no witness was to leave alive. I sighed, bending down and shut all of their eyes. I respected them for doing their duty... while I did mine.

I stared pitifully at Jane. Poor woman. She was only twenty. With little effort, I tapped a few keys and went into her computer, pulling out my USB and shoved it in the computer. It was a shame that it was the same USBs were still the ones from countless of years ago, but it would do. The computer hummed, all of its data transferred to my USB and I stepped out of the office, leaving a small slip of paper behind.

Beware. If you are against The Dictator. You will be next.

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Ew! Bloody!

Yeah... I guess.

At least Albus invented explosive chainsaw frisbees!

...

:) Man. I guess being an assassin is a lot of work.

Of course it is. Cece will have more missions in the future, hmm?

Yeah, probably.

So what's Albus up to?

You'll see. ;)