REVO

Chapter 1

I was in a long black dress. It was a flattering high neck with lace that flared out after my waist while hugging all my curves above. The only thing people didn't know was that this perfectly made dress hid my gun that was attached in its holster around my thigh and a knife in a sheath around the other. They were only there for safety precautions though.

I was currently gliding my way around the ballroom when I spotted my targets.

It was a pair of wealthy business moguls. They both were around the same height with the same colour hair, brown. Just your everyday normal Joes. As I got a closer look, I found that neither had any guards around them which made them such an easy mark.

Once I was satisfied with my intel of the business moguls, I gracefully made my way towards the grand ten foot doors.

As I was running through my plans, a hand grabbed my wrist and twirled me around almost causing me to fall.

"What the hell was that for?" I shouted at whoever had my wrist.

As I tried pulling away, I looked up into the eyes of one of the moguls.

Shit, I swore under my breath as I gave him the most flirtatious smile I could muster.

"Sorry," he replied, "but I was wondering if you would like to dance with me, Miss..."

"Reynolds. Miss Reynolds," I politely responded while raising my hand to shake his even though he was holding the wrist I lifted up.

"Well, Miss Reynolds, would you like to dance?" He removed his hand from my wrist, gently placing it on my hip.

"Sir, I wouldn't do that," I said sternly while escaping his grasp. "You haven't even told me your name."

"Oh, I just assumed," he stated, "Well, if you don't know who I am, I'll just have to show you." He snaked his arm around my waist, hugging me to his side as he started leading me to the door.

As he led me away, I decided to ruin his so called 'fun'.

"Oh, sorry. I am such an idiot sometimes. You must be one of the the business moguls, right? Or are you just some other random looking for a break?" I dissed him in my head. Oh, I know who you are. You are Jacob Ryans, the owner of the business. I can't believe you wanted to try to make out with the girl who's gonna assassinate you. Such a retard.

"You must have a brain in that pretty head of yours. Why don't you tell me, so then we can go for our dance," he poked. "Maybe then you might not be so stiff in my arms."

He smirked at me but received a sassy comment back. "You wish you could have all of this," as I motioned to my body, "but my boyfriend might flip if he found out what you're doing right now."

"Who is this fella then? I might just want to meet him," he challenged with a subtle flirtatious lift of his eyebrows.

I lightly hit his chest in a playful manner. "You wish, but he's all mine, and I'm all his, Mr. Jacob Ryans."

"Oh, so the chick isn't just a pretty face."

Oh, if only you knew what I was capable of doing to you with that arm of yours around my waist.

I just nodded.

"So then, Miss Reynolds, what are you here for, if it isn't me?"

"I'm here to see what's up with this business. I was thinking of investing," I stated matter-of-factly before adding, "until you decided to hit on me."

Jacob was taken aback at my remark and removed his arm from my waist.

"Well, if I would have known, I wouldn't have tried until after the third drink."

Oh, he did not just go there. I ain't no lightweight like this prick. Well, it's his fault. He's just making this so much more enjoyable for me. Jacob is working up my emotions which might cause him a bullet in the chest to be a bullet in that pretty little face of his. Possibly even another bullet in somewhere unpleasant first, so I can hear him scream and see the pained look in his face as he cringes and falls to the ground holding himself. These are the times that I love my job, I thought to myself - the slightest of a grin spreading across my face.

"What are you implying, Mr. Ryans?" I genuinely asked.

"I think you know what I mean." He winked before walking away.

What a jackass!

After he was far enough away and was no longer trying to make eye contact with me, I took that moment to sneak out to get into position. It's time to knock out some pathetic business moguls.

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As I crept along the roof of the building opposing where my targets were located, I ripped of the bottom part of my dress to reveal my black leggings, holster containing my gun, and my knife in its sheath. I reached into my backpack - which I had stowed in a trash can in the women's bathroom on the second floor - and searched for my gloves.

Once my gloves were on, I started to assemble my custom made mini rifle. It was about a foot and a half in length when fully put together. It had hundred percent accuracy even though I could shoot a lopsided gun straight at the intended target without a second of doubt. I was just that good. No, I wasn't just good. I am the best. That's why I was always kept so busy.

With the rifle put together, I waited atop of the building as the moon shone brightly as I spotted my first target.

Jacob Ryans.

I looked through the scope and meditated on my breath. The best shot was taken when you do it in between heart beats. I controlled my breathing to be as slow as I could.

In. Out. In. Out. In.

Just as my breath came in, I pulled the trigger.

Out.

The shot rang out.

Target one down.

Half my job was completed.

People were scrambling about now, but poor naive business partner, John Peter Sutton, bent to my will. He walked up to his dead business partner and right into my range of view.

In. Out. In.

The second shot rang out along with my breath, but when people looked for the shooter, I was already hugging the roof. After disassembling the rifle and shoving it back into the backpack.

By now I could hear the distant wailing of emergency sirens.

I didn't look back at the disarray inside the ballroom, nor did I feel remorse. They got what was coming to them. At least it was me. I made it nice and fast while others could have made it long and painful. Jacob Ryans and John Sutton should be thanking me.

I quickly pulled out a sweater from my backpack, pulling it over my head, so no one knew I was still wearing the top of my ball gown. As my sweater was on, I shed my other weapons from around my thighs and put them in the backpack before throwing my backpack over my shoulder. I crawled my way across the roof. Upon reaching the opposite side, the ambulances had arrived alongside the cops.

I slid my way down the fire exit landing in the alleyway. I quickly shed my gloves and put them in my hoodie pocket before I quickly finished my look by roughing up my hair, flinging it up in a ponytail and throwing on the hood of my sweater. I looked around casually before heading towards the busy street. Once I stepped into the street lamp lite sidewalk, I was able to blend in - unnoticed in the crowd.

Mission Complete.

AUTHORS NOTE:
Hey readers.
I am really excited about this story and where it can go. I have the next couple chapters all mapped out. I hope you liked the first chapter as there will be more to come. Please comment and leave your opinions.

~ Silent Spy