Plain Jane (Preview)

Chapter 1

The drive back to the college was a luxurious one. It was always one of the job's perks when Jane stole a drug lord's car. They were usually equipped to the nines with luxury items, and this one was no exception. You could smell the scent of the I have money, so I must spend it mindset. Jane couldn't complain as she pulled into the back parking lot behind the university and stepped out before quickly covering up her tracks as best she could. When she was done, she locked the door and slipped the keys up into the wheel well, like she had done many times before. It had become a ritual that Jane felt no one should ever get used to. Walking away from the car, she slipped her gloves off and took the briefcase with her.

The perk of the back parking lot of the university was that it was reasonably secluded even during the school year. It, in turn, made these types of drop-offs a lot easier than when she tried to use the main parking lot after her first job. Jane had to lie through her teeth about how a girl like herself could afford a half-million-dollar Lamborghini in her first year of secondary school. It wasn't her finest day, but that was two years ago, and she had learned a lot since then. That arrangement that Jane had made, made her feel oddly comfortable with her life. She was a contracted killer working for the city as a special task force. It covered her education and kept her out of trouble; it was a win-win, especially when her mother was the chief of police.

It was a good trade-off, but for now, Jane needed to vacate the scene, head back to her dorm room, and call her higher-ups. While walking back to the massive skyscraper-like tower that housed the majority of the students. Jane lowered her jacket's hood and entered the always lively building. Everyone tended to keep their distance from her, or maybe she kept her distance from them. It was hard for her to tell anymore, yet at the same time, she was also tired. Killing people took a lot out of her as she buzzed the elevator and waited for the door to open. While she stood there, she suddenly felt a hand find its place on her shoulder, causing her instincts to kick in as she spun around quickly. Grabbing the unknown person's wrist, Jane glared into the eyes of what could have been a new enemy.

"Hey, Jane...you wanna party?" Steve asked as she released his wrist.

Steve was a typical nerdy guy who wore graphic t-shirts, and his life revolved around the scientific community. He was into everything that didn't capture Jane's interest. Still, for some reason, she had somehow managed to maintain Steve's interest over the last couple of years, from Valentine's Day cards to constantly being asked out or attending parties with him. However, Steve was also a mean drunk, and she didn't think he knew it, but out of everyone in Jane's life, he was more like a cockroach and hardly a threat to her. Lowering his hand off her shoulder, Steve watched as it fell to his side, then looked back at Jane. Taking another swing from the beer bottle in his other hand, he never broke eye contact with her.

"It's three in the afternoon; you know I don't party till at least the midnight hours." Jane calmly explained to the boy since everyone else she was looking at in the common room would either be bent over the toilet or passed out by midnight anyway.

"Pssh, it's just because you don't drink. We all know you think you're better than us because of it." Steve's drunken emotions were starting to come out just as the elevator dinged behind her.

"Whatever, Steve, just go back to your party," Jane instructed while giving him a wise-ass smirk before entering the elevator. Before she could cross the threshold, Jane felt Steve's hand grab her wrist again. It was the wrist connected to her hand that was holding the briefcase.

"Steve, what are you-"

Before Jane could finish her sentence, the boy pressed his body against hers and physically forced her into the elevator. Having no choice, Jane dug the heels of her combat boots into the ground, stopping Steve in his tracks. Not letting this continue further, Jane swung her head back before firing it forward. Immediately Steve's grip on her wrist loosened as he yelped in pain. Stumbling backwards out of the elevator gave Jane enough time to press the button, and she watched as the doors closed with Steve holding his nose on the other side.