The Asset

Chapter 3

That morning was a blur. I tied my hair up In a bun as I gulped down a glass of orange juice and was out the door (sweats and all). I dont really remember much thanks to my short-term memory, I hope the odds are in my favor today. Although it wasnt a personal issue, I still needed the support. Even with the rising sun, I could barely see past my nose, I had jogged in this shady part of town before, coincidence? I think not, I prefer to have not accepted this assignment. Today, however, preference was out of the question, I was here for something greater, the real question was if it was here for me as well. I was on high alert, I tried to not let the paranoia overwhelm me.

I was being followed, I hoped for their sakes that all the assests were in their place.

I turn to my stalker who's a few feet away. A tall man with oddly blue eyes stares back.

"Im sorry, can I help you?" I lift a brow.

" I can assure you, Im not the one who needs asistance" He smiles.

Two big hands grab my waist and gag me. I elbow my attacker, and he releases me in a gasp of air ,I grab his hand and position it between his shoulder blades, I hear a the gun cock behind me, I simply duck and my attacker is shot. The shooter is furious, I quickly run and flip to avoid being hit by a bullet and kick the gun out of his hand. I punch his jaw, and he stumbles back but kicks me, I kick him off balance, by the time he hits the ground I already have his gun in my hand.

"Your'e not gonna get anything out of me" He growls.

"I don't think you have much of a choice" I smile.

"Please" He whispers.

"Talk".

"You don't understand, I ca-" His eyes roll back and his mouth begins to foam.

"Seriously?!" I shake him. But there's no use, he's dead.