enemies | rc

sept

charlotte's point of view

"ready, agent?" i heard liz say through my earpiece.

"ready, agent hazel. i'll be waiting for the signal."

i took a deep breath. i don't know why i was getting so anxious over killing someone, i had killed people before, what was so different with this one?

easy; i didn't get a reason on why she has to die. there was no single indication of it on the file liz gave to me.

"proceed inside, agent scarlett. your target is inside. she has only one bodyguard, this will be easier than we thought."

i got out of the car and made my way inside the building. there were rich people right and left, they had nothing to do on a sunday evening so they decided to attend the one event where i needed as less people as possible.

"to your left."

i subtly turned my head to my left and indeed found the beauty that would be dead by the time the night ends. i examined my surroundings, she was alone with her bodyguard at the moment. from what i remembered from the file, she adores art, and is looking to buy the most expensive pieces from the artist who is presenting this exposition.

i fixed my short dress and made my way to her. i grabbed a glass and dumped it on my skirt right after i "accidentally" bumped my shoulder with hers.

i gasped, "oh my god, my favorite dress is ruined!"

she looked at me apologetically. "i'm sorry, miss."

i almost came when i heard she had a british accent.

"i should have seen where i was going." she kept apologizing.

i smiled. "it's okay, i guess i just have to go home now. i didn't even get to buy anything."

her bodyguard looked down at me, and i had to take a moment to analyze who was in front of me.

the bodyguard was none other than richard. he furrowed his eyebrows when he looked at me, almost as if he recognized me.

"oh, you're interested in buying too?"

i turned back to her and she started talking about some art nonsense. i smiled and nodded, pretending to know what the hell she was talking about.

she looked down my body. "i may have a spare dress that could fit you." she linked our arms together. "my name's elizabeth."

i smiled. just like liza. talking about liza, she was almost too quiet during this mission. i hope she hasn't left me alone.

elizabeth walked outside towards a black suv. richard, who had been following us, stepped in front of us and opened the car's door. she motioned for me to get in, then she told richard to leave us alone. he closed the door and i watched him as he walked back to the door of the building and stood there.

i leaned down to feel the blades strapped to my thigh and ankle. i had to strike quickly so i would have time to escape before richard came to check up on us.

she leaned towards me and started kissing me without warning. i responded to her kiss by faking a soft moan and holding the side of her face to bring her closer to me. i maneuvered with my long dress to push her so i could sit on her lap and straddle her.

she placed her hands on my hips and pulled our chests flushed together. i pulled away from our kiss to reach for the small blade on my ankle. i made sure she had her eyes closed as she leaned forward to kiss my neck. i reached behind her, as if i was about to unzip her dress, and stabbed her.

she gasped and sat up straight, looking at me straight in the eye. i hesitated for a second, then i stabbed her right where her heart should be. she breathed heavily for a few moments before falling limp against the seats. i took the blade and placed it on my ankle again before getting out of the car making sure nobody saw me.