Texas born twins Cilia and Iris Hunter were brought to Brooklyn, New York and given up for adoption at the age of one. But their foster mother Ms. Pat never cared about them and only adopted the twins for a check from the government, leaving Cilia...
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The time came as the duo hopefully stood ready for their last mission. They waited across the street from Breeze's complex, watching the empty and desolate streets. Only the street lights operated giving the atmosphere a dark glow. Breeze lived in a fancy area that was closer to downtown, so it was always busy with high foot traffic. So Cilia wanted to do it at a time where most people were tucked away asleep. At five in the morning.
Cilia and Allele were dressed in all black, but no mask. There was no point in wearing one, because they couldn't walk into the building with masks on. And if they got past the desk; there would be no reason to put it on. Their faces would obviously picked up on camera without the mask before they put it on anyway. So Breeze would just have to know it was her. Cilia didn't want this, but she was in a corner.
"Come on, it's cold as fuck out here," Allele stated, his eyes never leaving the building.
Cilia cut her eyes at him knowing he was lying. It was 68 degrees today. Weird weather for the season, but Spring was starting to come to an end anyway. She looked at him, her light brown hair straightened down to her shoulders. "Allele, we are in and out. Only in there for the money. Leave him alone."
Allele just smiled, his hands in his pockets and bouncing up and down on his toes like he really was cold. Cilia peeked at the CZ 75 P-01 suppressor he had on his waist. He even went out and purchased a new gun. She had been staring at it all night. It was a strange peach and gray color. It was pretty nice but she wasn't liking the fact he bought it.
"You ready?" Allele asked, his eyes still trained on the building.
Cilia put her hand on his cheek and turned his face toward her. Her face was blank and she saw the glint in his eye. He looked like a child hyped off a pound of sugar. Cilia rose her eyebrows sternly. "Allele, don't mess with him. I'm serious, we're just there for the money. I'm asking you, leave him alone." Cilia said. She was hoping Breeze wasn't home to begin with. It was Friday so she hoped he was at his club. He was low key a workaholic. That was where he was most of the time if they weren't hanging out. At his club.
"Aight man I got'chu," Allele mumbled, pulling his face back.
Cilia watched him for a few more seconds then cut her eyes. She nodded, "I'm ready." She had her small pink pistol on her waist, just in case. She would never use it on Breeze, but she only brought it in case she had to scare him and fire a warning shot or something.
Allele pulled his black sweater over his hips to make sure the gun was concealed as they walked across the street to the building. All the apartment lights seemed to be off except for the ones on the lobby floor. The two walked through the glass door and the old man Cilia was use to seeing was reading a book. He didn't even see them, so Cilia grabbed Allele's hand and scurried past the man all the way to the elevators. They got one and rode it up to the seventh floor.
