Life Of A Teenage Assassin

Part 3

I open the door of Clarks house

"hello?" I yell through the house, I know Clark is my boss but he treats me like his daughter I know that sound weird right but he cares which I think is nice, but I think it's because he had two daughter exactly the same age and as me I know they are gone but I have never in the 8 years he has housed and looked after me asked, and even if I was to I don't think he would answer. I walk around his house looking for him I see his daughter's photos hanging up she looks about 9 in all these photos and I see no wife. I walk into the dinner room to see Clark and a girl talking over a table of messy sheets probably tonight's job. I look at the girl she's about 24, bright red hair and 6'1, I scoff thinking of black widow, she is like an identical Scarlett Johansson.

"Hey Clark and" I pause and she fills me in with her strong voice

"Kate but after tonight you don't remember me got it?" I nod

"no need to be bossy" I say in a harsh tone and Clark speaks before Kate can have a go at me

"Okay, Luna, Kate is helping us she knows them, she was one of them" he hands us me wires and Kate a map

"I'll help you as much as I can then I'm getting out of here, because I'm a dead girl running" she states without expression

"oh a snitch for money" i say without thinking, yes luna anger the 6'1, who could probably take you down with her thighs and laugh like a boss, i have to change the subject " what is my job" I interrupt and Kate shoots daggers, and my heart beat goes up because im pretty sure that she is going to grab that gun to her left and shoot me

"your job?" she question and he rolls his eyes "stop now, Luna, have you had dinner?" I look at Kate who is busy counting the money

"no. I'll go make some" I say and she looks at me "some for me to please" clark says in a high pitched voice, I laugh at Clark and walk into the small cosy kitchen before turning the stove on and grabbing a pot and baked beans.

*******1 hour later*

"Business Kate, that's what it comes down to" clark murmurs as she walks out "your welcome" she states angrily and I walk back into the dining room.

"So what's my job?" I ask, he sighs and sits down in response

" to plan tomorrow nights job" he says rubbing the nape of his neck

"its big isn't it" I say my voice laced with care "if it wasn't you wouldn't of asked her for help" I say gesturing to the door, Kate walked out of

"we are killing a guy at the top" he breaths out looking through the paper work.

Clark hate associating with those kind people sometime after a job he cant even look me in the eye

"by we you mean me?" he looks me in the eye and nods.

My job is kind of to kill people, that Clark and his people can't because of legal issues, I'm like their under the table personal assassin.

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i couldn't help myself but put in that black widow thing, hope you enjoyed this chapter

~The Author who needs some sleep