The multiple screens in my room are occupied by large pictures of bulky men all wearing black suits with the purple logo on it, like the ones on the beach four days ago, all except one; I have facebook open too, a super cute boy messaged me last night and I don't want to jump the gun but i'm pretty sure i'm in love.
The whole desk vibrates when a message comes through on my phone, P.A.R.K now. It's from my immediate superior - Mom.
I stuff my handgun and knife into a small black backpack and fling it over my left shoulder, grabbing my keys and clapping to shut off all the lights as i walk out the door into the old flakey hallways.
I'm the only one who lives in this building probably because it's abandoned but hey no rent. I'm thinking about making some renovations make it more spacious, I'm hesitant though because in my line of work you're always moving; although in saying that i've been at this place for 9 months now the longest i've ever stayed in one place.
I plug my earphones in to my phone and Kanye's Pt 2 comes on shuffle 'Fuck yes!' i yell while walking down the street. An older lady stared me down, I apologised and kept walking keeping my eyes down but i could feel her glassy eyeballs burning holes in the back of my head until i turned at the end of the street.
The P.A.R.K isn't too far away in fact i only just made it all the way through Kanyes Pt 2 before i was walking under the old archway towards the fountain in the middle. Mom was sitting on the bench that's sort of hidden by the low hanging willow trees, that's where she always is. As per usual I sit next to her, there's not acknowledgment of each other's presence she just slides a single piece of paper into my hand and gets up to leave, i watch her as she walks away before she disappears behind a tree.
The piece of paper has the letters P.A.R.K lightly burnt into the top, on second thought it's more card than paper. I reach deep into my jean pocket and dig around for a bit before producing a coin, i scratch the card lightly to reveal a name and address.
Guess who's going to the bahamas!? I jump and yelp with joy, the same old lady from earlier shoots me an aggressive look and i bolt.
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When i arrive home again i throw my backpack onto my bed and grab my computer mouse and violently shake it, the machine whirs to life and i'm greeted by a pleasant photo of the Brooklyn Bridge and a prompt for my password: cowbell101. The screen flash black for one second before switching over to their last shown displays, I open an new window to access recent police files from the NYPD. I enter the name Samuel Verdi.
His mug shot is way too flattering,
Age: 18 (perfect for me)
Full name: Samuel Jacob Verdi
Criminal Record: Bank Robbery, Espionage and Cyberwarfare
Prison Time: 135 Days total
Last Known Location: Bahamas
Ugh, i was always fall for my targets. He's so fucking hot. I slap myself, hard. 'Focus' i tell myself. I cross reference his mug shot with the photos of known Marieda Agents, no match. Great.
I pack my shit, which isn't much - just my gun, knife, a black hoodie, some bras and underwear and breath mints. I shutdown the computer and leave the room. Locking the door, which I only do when I'm gonna be gone for a while.
Inspection of my Apple Watch shows that it's 3:15pm and I have exactly 5 hours until my private jet leaves, the airport is 3 hours away so that gives me to time to meet up with that boy on facebook.
'No, fuck Lucy focus on something other than sex for once please.' I tease myself, grabbing my helmet of the rack i jump on my motorbike and kick the engine into gear. Bahamas here I come.
