The reason why we have to win - Billie Eilish fan fiction

5. difference

For a December night, it was cold, but comfortable if you were only wearing a t-shirt and a jacket. Which was the case for Billie and Brandon. They were walking for five minutes, and still exchanged no words. Billie didn't know how to start talking. She had had a sudden urge to call and speak to him, but now that he was there, she didn't know what to say. Finally, it was he who decided to break this awkward silence.

"The boy, it was your boyfriend?"

"No, it's Keyran, a friend of mine "

He nodded his head.

"So, you wanted to talk to me ?"

"Oh yes... I have questions about your proposal.

"Well. What do you want to know?"

Billie thought about it, and realized that she didn't knew anything.

"Everything !"

Brandon sneered. What did he expect? A question all prepared and full of details ? It was normal for Billie to ask questions. She was not a soothsayer, and we couldn't know everything before we told her what it was. This annoyed Billie somewhat. Brandon, who saw that the girl was losing patience, he assumed it might be time to explain it to her.

"Yes, yes... let me explain..." he cleared his throat, "the goal is for you to do the tasks that clients will ask you."

"You told me it could like, steal things... But I don't know if I really want to end my life in jail..."

"Yes it can goes that far, but you, you're going to be beginner, it will be more something like, bring documents, stalk some people... But later, when the tasks will be harder, like stealing, dealing, you'll be under complete security, and he's a very small probability of getting caught. "

Despite all his explanations, Billie still had trouble seeing herself stolen money, or being a dealer. But she really needed the money.

"Um... how much would I get paid?"

"It all depends on the types of missions. The first ones will give you a salary of $ 100 for each mission. Then it can increase up to $ 1000, and even much more for extreme missions. But I don't think they'll ask you to do this, you're too young, and unless you're really good, they're not going to ask you that kind of thing. "

Billie still had a ton of questions, and oddly, oppositely to what she would have thought, his request was very interesting, and she finally tell herself it wasn't a bad idea. Just $ 100 was a quarter of her salary at the sandwich shop for a month's work. All she had to do was give documents, stalk on people, and inform people. What better ?

"But who are the organizers?"

"The organizers are the ones who find the clients. I've never seen them."

Billie frowned.

"But then, who gives us the mission orders?"

"Your mentor. They must be 1 year older, and in my case, it was a woman, and she choose me to be her player."

Billie hadn't understood better, but she wanted to, because she wanted to join the organization. She was good enough for this kind of stain. Surely, her first motivation was money, but there was also the feeling that she will finally do something useful. For someone.

"Player ? "

"The player will be you. And your mentor will be me, if you accept." he pointed to her.

"But you are no longer a player?"

"No, after a year, the players become a mentor, and they choose them self their player. Which was the case for me and my mentor."