Watchdogs

[06] Mission Accomplished

Lauren sits in the corner of the train. She adjusts the black shades perched on her nose, a cigarette lit. On the other end of the car, Dinah watches their target. She acts as though she's texting, but she's really watching the blonde on the train. Her guards swivel their heads, looking for any suspicious characters on the train.

You see, the target Lauren and Dinah are after is Perrie Edwards, daughter of Alexander Edwards. They are one of the richer families that work for Paragon. Rumor has it that they are also the main funders for the corporation. If the women do their jobs right, they'll be able to take out Perrie and get the money hidden in their vault.

Dinah's job is to woo the pretty blonde. They will be hosting a gala tonight at the Edwards' home. Many big names in the Paragon world will be attending– the Thirwall's, the Hood's, the Clifford's –everyone relevant. The young Polynesian will persuade the daughter to show her the vault but not without some old-fashioned Hansen charm.

Lauren's job is to do what she does best– snipe. From the house across the street, she will be targeting Perrie and killing her when Dinah gives the signal. All she has to do is wait and transfer money to Camila, who is waiting on the other end of the intercom.

Dinah steps into the mansion, blonde hair pulled into a tight bun. She's lucky that Perrie is into women, or else they would have a bit of a problem. Adjusting the pantsuit she wears, she strolls into the gala. She snags a champagne flute, sipping the golden, fizzy liquid. Her gaze sweeps the lower level of the mansion, trying to spot the beautiful blonde woman.

She sees her. Perrie is talking to a group of people, presumably future business partners. She's without a drink, so Dinah takes the opportunity to grab another one. She waits until they finish their conversation and keeps her gaze fixed on the blue-eyed beauty. The group disperses and she approaches, putting on a charming smile.

"Perrie Edwards?" Dinah says, offering her the glass of champagne. She accepts it, icy blue eyes peering at her over the rim.

"And you are?" Perrie inquires. Dinah appreciates the accent. This makes her job more fun.

"Dinah Jane," She introduces. "I actually wanted to speak to you about something."

"Oh?" The blonde taps her chest with a well-manicured finger before taking the tan hand in her palm. "Why don't you tell me as we dance?" She drags the Polynesian to the floor, mingling with the other dancers that they avoid bumping into.

Forgetting their glasses, the waiter takes them from the pair and allow them to continue dancing. Dinah places her hand on her waist, taking the pale hand into hers. They do a slow waltz, bodies pressed tightly against each other. Dinah lowers her head so that her mouth is near Perrie's ear, keeping their conversation discreet.

"I hear you have a vault," She murmurs, eyes flicking downwards before going up again. "Yet you have no protection."

"Where does this concern you?" Perrie asks, a small smile playing at her lips as the Polynesian spins her around.

"My father has a task force," The hazel-eyed woman lies, voice low. "He prefers to keep his profile a secret, so perhaps you've never heard of him. But, he would love to help you."

"What makes you think the vault needs protection?" The blonde asks. With every statement Dinah makes, Perrie clearly responds with a question. One wrong answer and the plan will blow.

"I've heard rumors," Dinah mutters. "The Watchdogs are out for your family. I think you need someone to protect all that money, else they're gonna take it from you."

Perrie chews on her bottom lip, contemplating Dinah's offer. She can see the gears grinding in her head, decisions and ideas running rampant through her mind. There's no way out of the solution, especially since Paragon believes they don't need to protect the vault.

"Follow me,"

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Lauren cocks her gun, placing her eye up to the scope. She watches as Dinah and Perrie resurface. The blonde hands her a slip of paper that probably contains a code of some sort. Dinah taps her thigh twice, the signal to shoot. Her best friend walks off, not without a sly kiss on Perrie's cheek. If she is going according to the script, she has told the blue-eyed heir that she is going to grab them a drink.

When the Polynesian disappears into the crowd, Lauren perfecta her aim. Her finger slams down on the trigger, the bullet sent flying for her head. Perrie collapses to the ground in the center of the room, blood oozing out of her head. Lauren smirks.

That's a job well done.