Masked Assassin

Chapter Three

The girl woke up and slowly prepared for the day, walking into the closet to dress down in casual denim jeans and pink shirt. She wandered into the bathroom, freshening up and walked into the kitchen where she stopped for a half beat, her hand flying to the gun holstered at her hips before recognising the figure and continuing.

"Good morning, Miss Porter." The figure with soft blonde hair, around the cheerful face and bright grey eyes, spoke. The girl smiled back at her.

"Hello, Poppy. How are you this morning?" The girl spoke while sliding onto a bar stool.

"I'm very well thank you. What would you like this morning?"

"I think a berry smoothie would suffice." Poppy nodded, smiling and bustled around the kitchen preparing the smoothie.

"Will you be in today?" She asked.

"Yes. I'll be a bit busy over the next few days." Poppy nodded and held up her hands as the blender mixed fruit by itself.

"Need to know only." The girl smiled. Poppy had been her housemaid for a couple of years now and had proven herself trustworthy to know the deal with her. However, Poppy asked only two things off her employer. She gets to have Fridays off and she doesn't know of anything illegal happening within the house. This was a fair deal.

"I have Ryan coming tonight, would you be able to prepare a meal for us?"

"Of course."

"Thank you." Poppy passed the glass of smoothie over and the girl took it with a smile. She downed it all in one and then went to brush her teeth.

Poppy busied herself cleaning the house and doing laundry. Meanwhile the unknown girl spent the morning in the gym working out on the treadmill and her rowing machine as well as working out with the punchbag. She changed her upbeat playlist on the sound system to a playlist of classical music in order to complete her workout by doing yoga and flexibility exercises. Poppy made cheese sandwiches for lunch which she ate before going off to her study. She sat at the desk and opened up her laptop. Before doing anything else, she opened up the white envelope and counted her money again, just to check. She took this money through the many valuted rooms until she got to her weapons room. In this was a hidden panel which when pressed in slid aside to reveal a vast black safe. She unlocked it with a keypad and put the money away. She then locked everything back up and wandered back into the study. She sat at her desk and took out the photograph of her new target. She started to search. A simple Google search brought up the first bit of information. Timothy Ruben Smith was indeed a CEO of a company that had clearly been inherited and raised up through the generations. The company bought into hotel industries. He had done a couple of interviews which gave some information. The girl wrote this all down on a A4 lined notepad in her smooth handwriting. Timothy was forty-five years old with a wife called Sharon Smith and a seven year old son called Ruben Joshua Smith. Pictures of the wife with the target at lunches, red carpet events, business parties. Sharon was a blonde teased haired woman with a hard look. There was not a single doubt in the girl's mind that Sharon would take care of the company when Timothy was taken care of. No pictures of Ruben which was not very surprising. Most celebrities kept their children out of the spotlights. A bit more information revealed that Timothy also lived in California which was nice but did not say his exact address. This wouldn't be a problem, not yet. Timothy's parents were no longer alive, his mother had died of natural causes a few months back, his father had died ten years ago from cardiac arrest. He drove a Ferrari, black which was 'unusual' according to the interview.

Google no longer provided the information she truly needed so she turned the page over and started a new list of points with new searches in deeper areas. His bank details, social security number, car license plate, two home addresses and employment records were almost too easy to access. Of course, this girl had received plenty of experience on how to access this type of information.