Killing Him

Chapter 2

Once again, I was called into headquarters, for yet again another screwup.

"You left a hair in the bed," Christine said as I plopped down into one of the comfy plush chairs in her office.

"Did I? Well I'm sure they'll find that..," I said sarcastically.

She eyed me for a moment, then leaned forward with her hands splayed out on the desk. "When you kill someone, they will look for any trace, any source of DNA they can find. Don't you get that by now?"

Yes I get that, I thought I picked everything up. It won't happen again."

"If you're killed or targeted you'll understand."

How could I realize something if I'm dead? I thought sarcastically. I bowed my head and made by eyes bigger.

"I'm sorry Christine, really."

She looked at me for a few seconds and cocked an eyebrow. "You're really trying to use puppy dog eyes on me? How old are you, 5?" She said with a smirk on her face.

"A five year old couldn't handle tits like these," I said as I walked out of her office.

"You can't handle them either apparently," she murmured quietly.

I rolled my eyes and headed down the ballot the laboratory. I opened up the last door on the right sneaking in quietly.

"Hey Celeste are you in here?" I yelled.

I heard some metal pans clanking together and saw a blonde head pop up. Celeste was one of the prettiest nerds I'd ever seen. She had long blonde hair that went to her shoulder blades, bright forest green eyes that could size someone up in a minute, and a small lean body. She smiled and strood straight up.

"Obviously I am. You know I only leave this place, like, never," she stated and walked towards me.

"Thanks Ms. Specific, did those results come in yet?"

She cocked an eyebrow and looked me up and down. She nodded and flicked her head, signaling for me to follow her. I rolled my eyes when she turned around. She'd snap at me if she knew that I rolled my eyes at her.

I followed her as she led me down her crazy science lab. Everything was neat and tidy of course, she was probably OCD as I'd told her many times. She insists on denying it. She turned sharply right leading me into a room filled with high tech computers, some as thin as a people magazine.

"So are they real?" I asked as I sat down in one of the computer chairs.

"Yes they're real but...."

"But what?" I said as I stood up quickly.

"They're encrypted, so you'd have to go back I that hotel room and get the key paper. The only problem is, that room is heavily guarded...." She lead on once again.

"So basically I have to go back?"

"No you have to find that guys body because the paper is on him."

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Heehee she has to go find his body huh? I wonder if shell get caught? Who knows, guess you'll have to find out(: