Assassins Have More Fun… If It’s The Right Job
Chapter 6
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> Jake
October 26
Driving To The Apartment
My index and middle fingers were thrumming on the steering wheel as I sped down the long highway. Jake had his feet up on the dashboard and his eyes were closed in a relaxing way. 30 more minutes until we arrived at our destination.
“You’re driving real slow,” Jake commented on my driving as he sat up.
“What do you mean? The speed limit is like 60 or something like that and I’m still speeding over the limit by like 25.” He had managed to annoy me the entire plane trip and I wanted just a second or two or peace and quiet in the car.
“I don’t care. If I were driving we would be there already.”
“Well, you’re the one who can get shot through the windshield while driving, then the car would swerve and crash and I would die too. This way, only you would die.” I smiled happily too myself.
“Could that really happen?” He was crouching into his seat now.
“Hell no. I got this car from the agency. Bullet proof glass.”
“Way to worry me.”
“It’s my job.”
“No your job is to protect me. I can’t believe I need protection from a girl,” he groaned. Suddenly I stopped the car and he flew forward and hit his head on the dashboard. I smiled delightfully to myself and then restarted the car. “Oh my god. I need a freaking ice pack for my head.” He was shaking his head back and forth as we entered the hotel parking lot.
“Come on. Get out of the car,” I ordered.
“Not until you get me an ice pack,” he groaned slightly. With a roll of my eyes I picked up a piece of snow from the ground and threw it at his head.
“Now let’s go.”
“Wow, you are sooo assertive,” he sneered. I lightly jabbed him in the stomach as we entered the front of the hotel. He grunted a bit but didn’t hit me back.
“Welcome! Did you have a reservation of some sort?” the front desk lady asked. For the job she had she was actually pretty cheery. And I could tell that her emotions weren’t fake.
“Ya. The name is under Carter Shay,” Jake, I mean Carter, said lamely.
“Well, your room is #212. Have a nice trip Mr. and I’m guessing Mrs. Shay?” the lady asked me as she handed us both a key pass to our room.
“You could say that. We’re brother and sister,” I said with a fake smile. Our cover was that we were brother and sister. Our parents had switched us to different schools because we had been misbehaving and blah, blah, blah. At the moment we did look slightly related. We both had pitch-black hair and dark green eyes. But I guess you could say that’s the only thing that we had in common. “My name is Rose.”
Have a nice stay Carter and Rose,” she smiled sweetly before talking to the people behind us.
“It disgusts me that I have to be “your sister”. It’s burning my soul. My soul is going to have a huge black hole in it if this doesn’t stop soon,” I whispered almost inaudibly.
“Mutual feelings,” he said through his teeth.
“Of course.” There was no more talking as we road up the elevator. I was tapping my foot rapidly when the door opened and there stood 2 girls. Both blondes, both making me want to gag.
