Some kills are easier than others. It's easier to kill somebody when all you know about them is what was their name, age and address, but if you know them personally it's the hardest thing in the world to even contemplate pulling that trigger. The agency taught us to not make emotional attachment with our targets because of that very reason. I was annoyed at the agency. They knew it was a risk to assign Tyler to me because i could meet him but apparently I was the best assassin they had. They could have given him to somebody. Someone who wasn't in my school, someone who had no chance of meeting him or just...not me! I was mostly annoyed at myself, that I'd already met Tyler and let myself feel ...whatever it was for him before I knew it was too late.
Once I was home that day, I headed straight for my room. My parents were preoccupied with other things but I still locked my bedroom door, just in case. My room used to have a walk-in wardrobe, until I was recruited anyway. Now, to anyone on the outside, it looked like a normal sized wardrobe. However, with the simple input of a four digit passcode, the false back slid to the side and allowed me to enter my agency communication point. I walked past the walls lined with every weapon I could ever wish for and sat in front of the huge computer system that the agency had installed. My assignments were sent to both of my accounts but they were stored on the agency account. My latest kills were all to do with that one big computer hacking scandal. I typed in the code name of the scandal and suddenly a list of at least 30 names popped up on my screen. I scrolled through the members' names, looking at all the people I'd already kill and the assignments I was yet to complete. I thought that if I got rid of all the other members on my list, the agency wouldn't be too severe with me for not taking care of Tyler Pritchard. I was just about to open the file on Marcus Lafferty, a minor member of the group, when a warning alarm sounded and my surveillance camera at my bedroom door flashed an image up on screen. My bleach blonde mother was pounding on the door so hard that I thought it would break off its hinges. I quickly closed my account and left the screen displaying the agency logo. The initials TAG in a bold font were plain enough, but the harsh cross-hatched lines behind them, that appeared to bleed if you looked at them for too long, were pretty daunting. I slipped back into my bedroom and let the door slide close behind me and automatically lock. When I finally opened my bedroom door my mother was almost in a fit of rage. Her lips were pursed and her vein on her forehead was throbbing. I suppressed a laugh and said "What, Mum?" She crossed her arms. "I've been waiting here forever Darcey, what took you so long?" I shrugged. "Hmm. Anyway darling," she said emphasising the word darling as her usual snooty, upper class attitude returning, "Your father has a corporate charity event tonight. We won't be back until very early next morning." I stared at her blankly, "And?" She sighed. "Just don't burn the house down," She said before turning on her heel and stalking away. I went back into my and started some homework. It wouldn't be good if my school suddenly called and told my parents that I was behind on work. I was supposed to stay below the radar.
An hour later my Mum and Dad left. Dad was wearing a suit so tight on him that the buttons looked like they were going to pop off and Mum was wearing a ridiculous pillar box red dress with an obscenely low neckline. A fifty year old woman shouldn't wear clothes that revealing, it was just ...wrong. They left in dad chauffeured BMW without saying goodbye, but I was used to it. As soon as they left I headed back to my wardrobe. I found the file on Marcus Lafferty and memorised his address. Usually I'd have to spend a few days watching him to learn his living patterns, but there wasn't time and the agency had given me enough information to make a clean kill anyway. After a careful deliberation of possible weapons, I chose my newest sniper rifle and strapped on a new Kevlar vest. I swept my golden hair into a pony tail, and then headed out to the Laffertys' house.
