The Assassin's Assistant

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

I'm going to go out and say that my job is still worse than yours.

The woman kept asking me questions, in a voice that was stone cold. She asked me where I was from and what I did yesterday. I didn't respond. I'm not going to just let them use me like this. They were trying to get information, and these two weren't going to be the ones to get it. One time when the guy went to kick me in the gut, I saw a quick flash of a staff ID on his belt with the Bexx Industries logo on it. Of course, out of all of the companies that could've abducted me, it just had to be them.

The girl grew increasingly frustrated and the man's face had hints of exasperation. They probably figured that I was going to be some fragile young girl who would happily hand away information for her own safety. They thought I was some incompetent bimbo who had just lost her way, worked for the wrong people. That's why they want me, not Brittany.

I don't know much anything about the Underground. I know that a bunch of companies, some that you may look right over as being homicidal and rough, are parts of it. The company who supplies paper to you could be a leader of the Underground. I don't really know how it works. I know that if you're powerful in the Underground, money and power comes your way in the business world. Somehow, those two are intertwined, the business world and the Underground.

People fight and kill to get to the top. They hire people like Brittany to do their dirty work, to take each other down. All the companies are always trying to unravel the secrets of the others.

After working for him for two years, I know an awful lot about Sir's company, Lystall. I can't tell you most of what I know, like its non-Underground name, but what I can tell you is that it's a real estate company, one of the corporate giants, practically owns New York. The only thing stopping it is the Underground monster, (you guessed it) Bexx Industries. The computer hardware giants do anything to keep their top spot. And the brain behind the brawn is Harold Band, so it made sense why I was just recently targeted, plotting his death and all. But how did they know about the plan?

Then, it hit me like a semi. Brittany had been on Facebook yesterday on one of the computers in the Communications Room. Facebook. A public site. Oh, how easy it must have been for the techies of Bexx to capture her signal and invade our hardware. They must've found a way to transmit what we were saying back to them.

Yes, we had a microphone to talk to Sir. All the techies would have had to do was follow Brittany's signal to it. Brittany reads things aloud. When she read my plan, Bexx was right with us. I'm sure they had one way or another to discover my identity after that and could track down my apartment. I'm here because of Brittany's clumsiness.

Rage boiled up inside of me. My life was on the line, because Brittany had to connect to some stupid social network? I had lost half a million dollars, because she needed to look at pictures of her friend's ugly, fat, cat? Oh, the money. The things I could've bought! Because of Brittany! How could such a good assassin be such an idiot? And now I'm paying for it! I hate you Brittany!

I was so full of rage that I had been ignoring all of woman's questions, and new cuts and bruises had appeared on my body. On the bright side, I would've ignored them anyway, so at least I got something out of it. When I finally came to, I could see the anger in the girl's face. "Audrey, don't you dare make me ask again. Where were you last night at 6 PM?"

I cringed at the use of my real name, but,as usual, I made no effort to respond.

After a few moments, she made a growling sound in the back of her throat. "Fine, you spoiled little slut! Chad, get the needles, now."

The man sprinted out of the room as the lady pulled out a mini walkie-talkie and barked codes into it. When she was donw, he turned to me, "You're really pushing your luck, you know that? We're only so patient." She put a hand on either arm of the chair and then leaned over me. "You're a stupid, idiotic little girl. Don't waste my time any more." The lady dug her nails into my arms. "I don't take kindly to that."

Soon, the guy was back in the room with a box of long, thin needles. I'd taken bullets without shedding a tear, but I couldn't handle needles, for whatever reason. My heart began to pound and I shook all over, I would not be able to soldier through those.

The man saw this too, and he laughed coldly, "I see we finally came to an understanding,"

"New rules," the woman started, "you tell us what we want and we won't stab you with these and leave them there, are we clear?"

Swallowing hard, I nodded.

I was at a loss on what I should now do. I can't push my luck, but I will not give away any information about my employers. 'On the bright side,' I thought, 'they can't kill me. Not until they get what they want.' Killing me would mean that all of their time and effort to get information would have been a waste. I still have that upper hand. 'Shut up, Lux, you don't seriously believe that, do you?" But, maybe I could find a way to get through.

'But will I crack trying? It's needles, no longer punches.' Will I be able to hold myself together? Or will they push until I lose it and give them what they want? How will I know what to say? I don't know what to do. What am I going to do?

I'm gonna have to wing it.