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I sat down in front of Mercy, waiting on her to tell me my next set of instructions.
Me and Braxton had started to do more shit together, and technically I would consider us together.
But, I knew Mercedes was gonna want me to do some fucked up shit to one of them.
And I knew I had no other choice as of right now.
"Markeyvius, I know you've made progress with Braxton, but Brittany is in the way," Mercy looked at me.
"So, what you want me to do?" I questioned.
Mercy rose up from her desk and circled around, so she was now sitting on her desk in front of me.
"Listen, Markeyvius. I know you've had your... fair share of... emotional distress, and whatever the case may be, but... I need this done, Key. I need you to kill her, or make her... vanish, somehow," She stated.
I sighed as I looked up at her, remembering Braxton's statement.
War.
"Okay..." I trailed off before getting up.
"What are you gonna do?" She asked me.
"First of all, Mercy.. I need a sniper. I can't just do a drive by on her, what the fuck," I said, looking up at her.
"You idiot! You don't think that her being sniped is better than you doing a drive by? She just gets shot by a sniper? No, you dumbass! Do a drive by, and that's an order, Markeyvius. Do it tonight," She said, grabbing her cup of coffee, sashaying out the door.
I got up and walked out of the office, and then I left the building.
Braxton N. Fletcher
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