Infiltration(ON HOLD)

Chapter one

The cold wind is harsh on the exposed skin of my face. I touch the gun tucked into my belt ,at back of my jeans. I walk down the street careful to hide my face from the cameras , more of a habbit than a necessity. With the kind of connections my job provides me with I can have any fotage removed.

My job. I work for Asgrin. My job is killing people for money. Thrill in my case. Powerful people hire agents like me to eliminate whoever they want. All they have to give is an identity, one of  us is assigned by Asgrin to find the person and kill them.

The company keep our identities hidden. Never acknowledging us by our names. We are given numbers for names .They call me Agent 307.

I had been in the business for the last 4 years. The best in my job. My colleagues say that I kill with passion.

I am in North Dakota for my assignment. Some rich man wanted a chip that contained information about him. The identity of the man was not revealed to me. It was usual. Some liked it that way. A girl who had worked for him had stolen it from him. My job was to kill her and extract the chip.

Sienna Brooks the one that I came for moved across the crowded street to a deserted lane.
I smiled to myself. No shocked witnessess this time.

I followed her into the lane. She kept walking for around a meter before coming to a stop in front of a wrecked building.

Sienna turned swiftly behind frowning at the empty road. I had been in the business long enough to keep myself well hidden. But she seemed to be smarter than me.

Sienna Brooks laughed. The laugh echoing around us. A nervous laugh.

"I know you are around , whoever you are. Maybe show yourself before you kill me." she said.

I smiled. I had been after her for weeks. And I was tired of the hide and seek. But I was unsure.

"You not the kind to kill them while looking into their eyes ?" She taunted me.

I knew better than to fall for it , by now. But I couldn't help myself. She was offering me exactly what I needed.

I was addicted to the look of fear in the eyes of my victims when I pulled the trigger on them.
Fear was my personal brand of herroin. The brand came with specifications too. Not killing all people gave me thrill. I wasn't into hurting innocent , helpless. Not a justification. It's just the way it is.

I walked out of the shadows.
She had a gun pointed at me. Ofcourse I expected it.

She is a little shocked to see me. Seems like she was looking for a man. Too bad.
I smirked.

"Really?" I asked her.

"Who sent you?" She asks me. She sounded bold. But her eyes told me a different story. I could see the fear creeping in them.

"Does it matter?" I ask her coldly.

"Yes. It will help me figure out whether you would let me go if I gave you what you needed."

So she knows what my business with her is.

" I cannot spare you. But the sad part is I wouldn't even if I could. My Job is to kill. Extracting the chip from you is an additional task as far as I am concerned."

She hestitates a minute before pulling the trigger. More than enough for me to duck and pull out my gun. I pull the trigger hitting her straight on her forehead after I am back up.
I do see a flash of fear in her eyes before she falls down to the ground. I sigh.

That could have ended in a dangerous stunt, had  her not been a stupid chick. But I knew she had no fight in her already. I had done my fair share of research to make sure that she didn't stand half a chance against me.
I walk to her and pull out her chain. There nestled in her locket is what I wanted. Easier than I liked it. These petty ones are not doing it for me.