Collar boy

Night 2

"This time we have to kill the guy we met last time." We were in the car, driving to the location of assassination. "I know we don't usually do this but we're going to the home of his. Apparently he's too on guard outside, because of the business." I nodded, and we arrived at the destination.

When we stepped out of the car my supervisor pulled out two devices, my controlling tablet, and the additional phone that held the maps and info about the target. Since the organization was supposed to be secret they switched it every now and then. We would hand them over the the cleaners who would take the phone, clean it and then destroy the phone in whatever way they wanted.

Since we were a particular distance away from the actual point my supervisor walked over to me, showing me the map. "Ok, the attempts are about 5 times previously today so be careful. Even though he's less guarded at home, he's still careful." My supervisor looked at me and I nodded. " Ok, we'll be entering through the back door since it would disturb everyone the least, they already came and silenced the, door's alarms and checked few other things for caution reasons."

After explaining the mission the supervisor drove past the house once for me to get a better idea of my surroundings. We could only pass the house once because it would be suspicious if we were to pass the house more than once.

Then we arrived at my room were I was told to study the maps I was given. I was also told to study and complete the sheets that the school had given me. This was all to be done easily and efficiently. I didn't like it when I had to do this, not only would I be punished for making any small mistakes, but most importantly I didn't like being left alone. I would finish the work and knock on my door three times. Then I would be left alone in my room until they needed me again, that would leave me alone for the next few hours, I could never keep track of the time, or do anything because my room was empty and void. I usually tried my best to take my time and do my work as slowly as possible, checking, and rechecking but it never took long enough. In the end I would pay down in my bed, forced to move out of my state of mind. I would think about more than I wanted to, my dream, my pain, all the things that I had done. I would only find regret and despair, and I didn't want to think about it. The thing was that I was always greatful when it was time to get out, after all, doing what I was told was the only thing I could do.

"Time to start," I heard my supervisor call out to me,and the click of the door unlocking. She opened the door and I sat up as she grabbed the neatly placed maps that I had been studying. "Tell me the plan," I nodded and recited what I had memorized.

"We pick up our killer and go over the plan with him, then while he sleeps the killer will do his/her job. I will be guided to watch over and be there to back him up, after that the cleaners come in and clear up the mess." The supervisor nodded and walked out of the room while I stayed to get dressed in my work clothes. It made me nauseous to wear it because it always reminded me of my dream with the blacksmiths men. Although I still had to wear it, because it throws off prophecies of me, you could call it a disguise. You could also call it a tradition, whenever the goal was to kill the person everyone was to dress up nice. I combed my hair and used a few pins to hold back a bit of the hair in my eyes.

I then left my room to find the supervisor waiting, suitcase in hand. Then I went with the supervisor to the mission that awaited. We went to the car and I waited as she tapped a few buttons here or there, setting up the car for the occasion.

When we left we talked over the details about the killer that would be accompanying us.

"This one is one of the higher classes of a killer. She is only with us because of her recent attitude she has been showing small signs of rebellion and has recently been put on probation. For now they wanted to stick her with us so we could keep an eye on her. People describe her to be quite talkative, but besides that she is good at her work." The supervisor continued to talk all about the small details of the killer that we were assigned.