The Right Mistake

Part Six

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Recap:

Then, suddenly, a hand clamped down on my shoulder.

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Part Six

 I nearly jumped, but forcefully told myself to stay calm.  Don’t be paranoid. Gina and Sarah looked up to the see the person behind me. I tensely turned my head to see the figure looming above me.

“Shirley?! Shirley Strode?!” Emilie Evenstad shrieked. This is not what I expected, not at all. She spread her arms out for a hug, so I stood up and hugged her. Beautiful Emilie Evenstad continued excitedly. “At first all I saw was the back of your head, but your figure looked so much like Shirley Strode that I just had to take a look! What in the world are you doing here?” Emilie shrieked, again. Then all of a sudden the light from her face vanished and was replaced by something sad and dark. She lowered her voice so Gina and Sarah couldn’t hear. “I heard about your leaving. And the other bits. . . “She reached for my hand and held it, squeezing tightly. I didn’t dare look at Gina and Sarah’s faces.

“Hello there ladies, I’m Emilie, an old friend of Shirley’s.”  Emilie greeted them, shaking their hands. Gina and Sarah looked startled, surprised, and totally mesmerized by Emilie’s beauty. Emilie was tall, about my height. She was flatteringly slim and skinny, but had nice healthy curves. She had strawberry blonde hair that fell in perfect waves all the way down to her lower back. Her face was perfectly sculpted and slim. Emilie snuck a curious glance at me while she socialized with Gina and Sarah, lying smoothly, telling them Emilie and I had met at a European private boarding school. Gina and Sarah nodded –like robots – understandingly at this new piece of news about me. They seemed to be learning a lot about me today.

I sat back in my seat, allowing Emilie and my friends get to know each other, while my mind flitted past many memories of Emilie, my old co-workers, and other various things that stood out. It’s hard to believe that only a few weeks ago I was completing mission after mission, doing my job and what I’m good at. Connor was alive only a week ago. Jeez the days have been long. My throat swelled up, my eyes didn’t threaten to blink in fear a whole river would torrent down my face. Some would say I was born without tear ducts. Of course that isn’t true.

Emilie was one of my good friends I remember, but we kind of drifted away when we turned 16, and then she pulled out of the job abruptly, right after Jesse and the rest of her/my friends. That started a big movement. A lot of the younger assassins like me started to yearn for a normal life and packed their bags. Most said that they would be back, that they were only trying out this new life for a few weeks at the most. Only a handful came back. I never attempted to stop doing what I was doing. I let my bank account accumulate with money that I didn’t really care for. All I wanted to do is do what I was trained to do, what I was good to do, and what Connor wanted me to do. Well, if I left, I’m sure Connor would have supported my decision. He was that kind of guy. Connor and I never spoke of the movement, but I decided I wouldn’t follow them anyway. Because Connor, Madison and everyone else back at the agency was my only family. Gosh I miss them.

Suddenly I heard voices calling for me. I jerked my head up. Emilie’s face brow creased, and then disappeared.

“You okay?” Emilie asked me quietly. I smiled reassuring her. She faintly frowned, hid from Sarah and Gina. The familiar expression may be invisible to them, but I saw it. She was thinking ‘You’re not okay. We have to talk.’

That was the same expression she used when she suspected what happened the morning after me and Jesse. Emilie’s eye was like an eagles; always watching for the signs. That’s why when she accompanied me on various missions she would be my backup, or the hooded figure garbed in black, lookout on the rooftops, ready with a sniper in case anything went wrong. Gina and Sarah didn’t notice anything.

“Well, I have to go girls, nice meeting you!” Emilie said standing from the chair she had dragged from the tabled next to us. I stood up to give her a hug. She slipped me a card.

“That’s my number. You better call me, because we need to talk and catch up. See you later, kay?” Eden’s blue eyes pierced mine, with double meaning. Did she have info on Connor? Did the info matter though? He was still dead. Maybe it was something else. Not as important. I nodded, taking the card with her number on it and sliding it into my back pocket. I looked up and caught a glimpse of Emilie’s red-blond hair already striding out the door.

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Sorry! I know it's short but it's only a filler :P I'll post more soon! Just Vote and Comment quickly so I can be motivated to haul butt.

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