False Identity

Pay day

I woke up to the usual smell of home made pancakes and fresh ground coffee. Multitasking, I pace down the stairs, while attempting to put my hair up into a bun.
When I come down the stairs I see Jason at the dining table holding his favourite mug that I got him for his birthday to his lips and taking a sip of his coffee, while he looks at the newspaper that he has put on the table.
"Morning," he starts this mornings conversation when he sees me at the banisters of the stairs.
"Morning to you too, but I would like to come back from work without a sleeping beauty in my bed and preferably in his own"
He chuckles to himself, " sorry about that, I was waiting for you to get home so I could tell you that we are now even."
"Even?"
" Yes, we have now got the same amount of killings," he says this with a cheeky grin on his face making me turn my face up in a near defeat to our little game. He laughed at my pouting face, messed up my hair and returned to drinking his coffee and reading the newspaper. Well when I reading more like reading the daily jokes and cartoons in the quiz section.
We ate our delicious breakfast and I chugged down my coffee making me more awake than I already was. After I got dressed I tell Jason where I am going. That's another way we keep each other safe, if I was to get into trouble and he found out I know that he would be there as quick as he can to keep me safe and protect me, and I for him. We've been this close since we were in the same regime, we looked after each other even in the moments when we thought everything was lost. He was like family or should I say an odour I couldn't get rid of. we had stuck through thick and thin and he never left my side, and I wouldn't of had it any other way. I headed off to the another secret location where I needed to collect my reward for my achievements. 
After a while, I came to face a abandoned house on the opposite side of the outskirts of town. The wood, used to make the house, was plagued with mould and dust covered the windows like a blanket of decay. I turned the rusted handle and walked along the rotten floorboards towards the basement door. The darkness riddled the basement.
A tall figure stood in the opposite corner smoking a cigarette. This was the same man that I left to bury the body with his comrades. His name is unknown to all his clients, so we give him the name winters. As he is a cold hearted man who doesn't care who he kills.
"Y'know smoking's bad for you. Kills more people than I do in a year." I try to ease the awkwardness by trying to create conversation.
"Well y'know me, death isn't something that I'm afraid of, " He answers back with his bullshit that he's a strong person that isn't afraid of anything. And he continues, "Anyway I would love to be killed by you more than a measly cigarette."
I roll my eyes and walk towards him. I take the cigarette from his hand and put it out while giving him a devilish smile. Quickly I grab his hand and his neck and pull him into a lock.
"Where's my fucking money winters?!"
He lets out a small whence before saying " jeez relax it's in my coat pocket."
With out letting go of him I search, with one hand, into his coat pockets. I finally find a huge wad of money, then let go of his arm sending him into the brick wall. I start to walk towards the stairs to go home when I hear a familiar clicking sound. Slowly, I raise my hands and turn around slowly too, to see him pointing a gun straight at my head. Winters wasn't a man to be messed with. He use to be a sniper for the army, until he went out of control with blood lust and killed his own team for the fun of it. So I know that if he pulls out a gun I need to watch my back.
" I ain't finished with you Cati", winter yells. I hate it when he calls me Cati, he likes to shorten my name and he knows as clear as day how much I hate it. I cautiously start to walk towards him.
"I got another job for you." I feel a negative vibe as soon as he say this. A devilish grin plasters his face, and his eyes lit up like and ember of fire on dry grass. Which tells me instantly it's going to be a bad job.
"Who?" I hesitantly ask him.
"Well I don't think you'll like it, but you know the conciseness of not wanting to take the job,"
He's right, if this is a bad job and I don't want to do it I'm just another victim waiting to be shot or he'll just shoot me here and now. His eyes had a dark aura about them that made me think that this was going to be someone I knew, and by his calm and relaxed body language and his confidence in the way he spoked he planned this. He was testing me, seeing if I was ruthless and loyal enough to my job to kill someone that might be dear to me. I'm smart like this, and I know winters too well to know when he's got a trick up his sleeve. He planned the game and now was lighting the match. 
"Who?" I repeat more anxious and cautious. Waiting impatiently for who my next victim was, but at the same time I didn't want to know. but doing that wasn't an option unless I wanted to die instead of the victim.
"Jason Crowe."  
Shit.