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A Few Hours Later...
I ripped the wig off of my head, dropping it onto my bed along with my hand bag. I stepped into my bathroom and stripped of my office lady outfit, along with removing the knife I had under my dress. Putting on some regular comfortable clothes instead of the skin tight dress I'd previously had on.
I took off my make-up and brushed my real hair out with my fingers before walking back into my bedroom. I sighed, realising there was no sign of Fluff meaning she was probably with her other family.
You'd think after a morning like mine I'd be happy to be alone and in peace. The mission was successful, in a way. Instead I was actually quiet anxious, and all the adrenaline had worn off from before.
I quickly realised on the drive home what I'd done, not leaving the building as soon as Dee told me too, and that it meant I could have died or been injured.
I mean I wouldn't be the first to die on a mission, or the last.
I'd never really thought about it until now. Dying on a mission that is.
I mean, I'm usually always in control of my missions, so the second someone else takes over I become well... Lost. And today, I guess was one of those missions.
I sat down on my bed, the contents of my hand bag all falling to the floor as I plopped down on the edge of the bed.
Just great.
I collected the gun that had fallen out, and collected my knife I had in the bathroom walking back to my walk in closet where I stopped by my large black framed mirror, looking at myself only to sigh.
I look horrible and tired. So the usual?
I stepped forward, placing my thumb against the small black finger print scanner you wouldn't have even noticed sitting on the side of the frame. It scanned my thumb, the mirror opening itself so I could step inside, revealing my weapon collection.
All my weapons lined the room, along with a few previous mission outfits I'd come to collect. Okay I stole them, you got me.
I placed my knife with the rest of the knives I had on top of the cabinet I had in here. The gun was placed back up on the wall with the other six I had. They weren't anything impressive, but I still liked to have them around and in the house.
I had hidden compartments in the kitchen where more guns were stashed and I had one hidden under the other pillow in my bedroom, on the side I didn't sleep on.
