// a/n: (f/n) will mean 'fake name' in this chapter.
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"Dammit!"
She hung up, and slammed her phone on her desk. Her hand reached up and rubbed her forehead. Hunched over her desk, elbow resting on it supporting her head, she tried to steady her breathing, tried to calm down.
"Nothing?", an Irish voice asked.
She shook her head.
"Nope. Haven't got anything against them either."
The man hummed. He then walked to the girl's desk, and sat on it, next to her.
"Hey, um, I know it's been a while and it must be killing you to sit there all day running in circles so, well... I have a job for you. Tonight."
Confused at first, (y/n) looked up to meet Jim's gaze. He was right, she was tired of doing nothing all day except becoming more and more frustrated. She needed to move a bit, have some action, some fun.
She thought for few seconds before answering him. He stared at her the whole time.
"What, who, and where?"
A grin found his way to both their lips, and they eyed each other playfully.
"You're gonna love it," he said. "A hacking job. I need your help for the security footage of a business building not far from here. Someone contacted me not long ago and he, uh... Asked me to pay his boss a little visit."
The girl leaned back in her chair.
"Oh, I see. So, you need me to dress up as a security guard or something and make sure that you where never there."
"Exactly. Sebastian will be there too. He'll do the hard part, I'll do the talking."
At the mention of the sniper's name, (y/n) straitened herself on her chair, her grin falling.
"Sebastian?"
Jim hummed.
"Wow, uh... I haven't seen him in quite some time. How is he?"
"Great. He's been busy lately. Lots of jobs that pay good, but now he's back. He's only been in London a couple of days."
"Oh, okay...", she answered awkwardly, breaking eye contact.
Jim noticed her fiddling finger and how uncomfortable she looked.
"Is everything alright?", he asked slowly.
Her eyes shot up.
"Um? Yeah, yeah I'm fine."
She stopped playing with her own fingers.
"So, what's the plan for tonight?"
The man grinned again, and she responded to it quickly. He explained to her what would happen during their 'meeting' tonight, but he couldn't stop thinking about how she reacted at the mention of his friend, the sniper.
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A 'beep' was heard as a (h/c) haired girl swiped her fake ID card through the slit at the entrance, and she made her way to the security room. She wore a blue shirt with patches on the sleeves, black pants, and simple black shoes on her feet. A flashlight was attached to her belt next to a talkie-walkie and a set of keys, and a gun was securely placed in a holster attached on the belt too.
"I'm going in.", Jim's voice rang in her earpiece in her right ear.
"Copy that. I'm heading towards the security room.", she answered quietly.
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