Selena

3 | Undercover

SELENA MONTGOMERY

I'm in some ugly torn jeans, stained grey T, and old combat boots. I feel disgusting wearing clothes covered in dirt, but curtesy of Teresa.

Penny and Caden both said that I have to have an old wardrobe so it looks like I'm just some poor orphan on the run. Apparently, I can't seem too well established or the boys club won't want me. All I have is an old rucksack backpack now, that luckily doesn't have too many holes in it.

I guess I got a little spoiled these last three years, but damn.

Today is my first day in Italy undercover. Too bad I can't go sightseeing. 

All I have is a crappy knife, one granola bar that Penny snuck in the pack, eleven dollars, and a jacket. Teresa had way too much fun with this. 

It sucks, but I've had less before.

I wander the streets of Italy, passing the time, until I end up at the warehouse in the middle of nowhere.

I don't need a map because I have decent navigational skills and also because in the past two months Caden made me memorize the damn route here. 

On my way to the warehouse, a couple of people stopped me to ask if I was lost but I just said I was meeting a friend nearby.

Of course, my backstory made me American because who is kidding themselves if I was going to learn fluent Italian in two months. 

As I near the warehouse, I hide behind a building from a good distance away to scope out the situation. We didn't get any information on the facility warehouse except for a location, so I knew I had to create a plan of action when I got here.

Even from about half a mile away, I can see that the warehouse is heavily guarded so I decide to take my backpack with me.

After all, it is all I have.

Who knows, maybe I can use it as a pretend built-proof vest and get out of this deal forever.

Don't worry, I'm not suicidal...yet. 

I don't know how Caden expects me to break into a warehouse surrounded with around sixty visible guards with a jacket, granola bar, and a dull knife.

I decide to wait until midday and then make my move. I have no clue exactly when the big don is going to show up, but it has to be sometime later in the day according to Penny's intel. 

I slip on my ratty jacket and put my hair into a high pony tail. Here we go.

Finally, the sun reaches the middles of the sky and I make my move. 

There isn't any where to hide or ambush them so I settle on casually walking up to one of the guards.

"Hey! Who the hell are you?" The guarded yells in English. He has spiky hair and several piercings. 

Can he tell I'm American from the outfit? Interesting

"I'm sorry. I-I was looking for my friend but then I got l-lost and ended up here." I sobbed a little, rubbed my nose, and started up the waterworks which sold the act.

He seems startled by the crying American girl who is lost and scared. 

The other guards around us start watching us and coming over to see if I'm okay.

I start sobbing even louder and one of the guards tries to calm me down and I swipe his gun from his hands, shooting him between the eyes. The other guards closest to us move to react, but I get to them first.

I fire the shots like a good old habit, all between the eyes. There are twelve dead now. 

Forty eight left on the outside.