The Assassin's Assistant

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

I sat on the counter, swinging my feet impatiently.

"Are you done yet?"

"Lux?"

"Yes?"

"Shut up."

I grinned at Jason, "Aww, come on, you love my motivational speeches."

He grunted, "Yeah, let's call them that," a small smile lit his face. He connected a few wires together in a pattern that made no sense to me. "Can you hand me the the soldering pen?"

"This thing?" I held up a metal-like stick.

"Lux, that's a screw driver," he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

I laughed, "Well you're going to have to point to it. I can tell you about machine guns, not machine tools."

"It looks like a screw driver, but it is on a wire connected to a box."

Handing it to him, I said, "See? I was close, it does look like a screw driver."

Jason laughed, and I heard the door swing closed as Brittany walked in. "Is he done yet?"

He exhaled deeply, "Barbie can answer that question for you. She's only asked fifty times."

"Our ray of sunshine isn't finished," I said.

Brittany stepped forward into the room. "I hate to rush you Jason, but the party is tomorrow and I need that bomb ready."

"Sorry," he snapped, "if I'm not used to building weapons for mass murders."

It was obvious that Jason's job still bothered him. Over the past few weeks, Jason had stopped hating me and we actually became pretty good friends, as long as nobody mentioned the Underground. He'd get worked up at any implication of it. Jason could do his job only if he wasn't thinking of it. Our current mission was to set off a bomb during a party that we had put together and invited all of the threat companies' heads to. It was Brittany's mastermind way of clearing the problems with one, solid, stroke. Being a part of it had him under a lot of stress, apparently.

Brittany obviously understood this, because she brushed off his comment. "Lux, you better get ready for tomorrow."

My brow furrowed. "I thought you were placing the bomb."

She shook her head, "I just made a call to Sir, and we agreed that you need more practice. Think of it as a chance to prove yourself." She winked at me. "Good luck, kid. Tell me when you're done, Jason." And, with that, Brittany was gone.

* * *

Jason handed me the metal box. "The activation code is 4-7-2-3. When you set it, you'll have 30 minutes. That should be more than enough time for you to leave the kitchen, get down the stairs, and go to the car."

"Okay."

"While you're doing your thing, Britt is going to lock the doors of the party floor, so that the executives can't get out."

"Alright."

"It's really important that you work fast. You and Britt need to time yourselves perfectly, or else Britt could be stuck in the building when the bomb goes off. Or the guests could be alerted and call for back up while you're still in there."

"Got it."

"The bomb will take out a small portion of the building, but it will also start a fire so that it can be mistaken for an oven explosion, so please put it on top of an oven. Fire spreads fast, so move swiftly. Good luck out there, Barbie."