In The Name Of Trouble

Chapter 69

"What's taking so long?" she slumped in the back seat.

"There's a serious traffic jam here.I think we'll be late by 20 minutes or so." Larson glanced at his watch "You remember the plan right?"

"Of course I do,you only said it like a .....36 times." she put her hands on her head and groaned "Its so boring!"

"I've always wanted to know this.... Don't you ever get nervous while you're... You know-"

"Killing someone?" She sat straight and looked at him

"Yeah. Yeah that's right."

"No I don't. It doesn't bother me anymore." She felt guilt as to how much killing a person gives her pleasure.

They were silent for the rest of the ride.
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"You better be worth of my plus one." They got into the car and drove to the meeting.

"Please, she'll be much more happy to see me."

"You weren't even in her life all this time. I doubt she even remembers you." For which Steven scoffed.

"Why'd you leave her anyway?" He looked at him for a second before concentrating on the wheel again.

"Its complicated." He pulled out a cigar and began to smoke, he didn't even take a full puff before it was snatched "Hey!" He saw the cigar being tossed out the window "That's an expensive brand you fool!"

"And so is this car. What's with you guys and smoking?!"

"Ok shut up. You ask a lot of questions." He straightened his tux and said nothing.
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"Miss. The limo has arrived." The maid had come to inform her and left.

Christina looked back at the full view mirror in front of her. She turned to see the back of her turquoise gown her client had got for her. It was a beautiful sequined silk gown which must've cost a fortune.

The sound of honking jerked her out of her thoughts. She quickly got her clutch and rushed downstairs to find her client standing there with the door open for her. She's never been on a limo before.

"Shall we?" Her client offered his hand and helped her in and closed the door. He went forward and and sat beside the driver.

"All your equipment is in a bag next to you!" His voice echoed from the front.

Christina looked and found a purple duffle bag and opened it to find her rifle and scope, magazines, extra ammo, just in case. She began to put together the bits and pieces in her rifle, attaching the scope. She fixed the rifle underneath her dress where she wore a tight laced stocking which had bands to hold the rifle.

"Got everything you need?"

"Yep. Got it all Mr Larson." She shut the bag and sat back.