The Fault in his Assasin

Hello everyone! I know, I know, another story i will hardly update. Hush, this is part of a commission. Anyway, as it progresses, it will be explained. I still have to work out some kinks and continuity errors. But I think it has a good start. comment and stuff. Love ya'll!!!!

I sat in the large armchair while Boss paced in front of me.

“What is it?” I asked, walking up to him and hugging him. Boss had found me on the streets of London and taking me in. He was the only family I had ever known. As soon as I had been old enough, he started my training and told me that he was the leader of an underground assassin agency. I had been his top assassin since I was sixteen. I was also the only one ever allowed in his private rooms and the only one allowed to call him by his name. Or dad since that is what he was essentially.

He sat down in the chair I had just vacated and I crouched in front of him, holding his hands. “I…. I’m sorry love.”

“Sorry for what, dad?”

“I need to send you on a kill…one that I had promised I’d never send you on…”

“Dad…?” I stand up, worried now.

“ Your target is a girl. A year younger than yourself.” He said heavily. I inhaled sharply. I never wanted to kill girls, ever. It reminded me of my street days; days I never wanted to revisit. “Her name is Margret Walters. She is the daughter of a big merchant, Arthur Walters. She is going to the Ton a week from now. You are to introduce your self and befriend her. Then, when you deem appropriate…eliminate her.” He hands me a file containing everything I need to complete this.

“But-“

“Go.” He cuts of my protests. I bow my head and leave the room.

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I fix the folds of the aqua gown that I’m wearing and turn to the handmaid that was standing in the corner. Boss had appropriated a house for me to stay in while on this assignment. I was in the master bedroom now, getting ready to go to the Ton and meet my target. The Ton is where all London girls went for their coming-out parties. My target was going with her family and friends to support one of her friends’ younger sisters. I motioned to the maid and she brought the matching cap to my gown. The gown was a light aqua color with cream ruffles on the skirt. It had a low front but not enough to be scandalous. The cap was a simple aqua circle with small cream ruffles and a feather. My hair had been put into an elaborate updo and the maid pinned the cap on. I slipped my feet into matching slippers and went downstairs to wait for the cab.

I was sitting in the foyer, reading the file again when a maid told me the cab had arrived. I set the file aside and went out. The cabbie helped me up and I settled down for the bumpy ride to the Ton.

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Climbing gingerly out of the cab, I looked around. Well-dressed women and gentleman were all walking toward the entrance to the Ton. I got out and fixed my skirt once more before walking toward it as well. Inside, it was crowded and stuffy. How on Earth was I supposed to find Ms. Walters in this mess? I suppose I’d have to ask around…

I started when someone’s hand touched my elbow.

“Hullo! I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of meeting you yet Lady…?” A tall man with dark curly hair and blue eyes smiled down at me.