Tables are Turned

One

I open the door slowly. Thankfully, it doesn't make a noise. I step into the house and wait for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. When shapes start making themselves visible I continue down the hallway. I've memorised the blueprints to this house and so I know where the main bedroom is, which also happens to be my Targets bedroom. Rick Jackson, known drug dealer and human trafficker. It's sick to think this man has a wife and two kids at home.

I see a door in front of me and realise this is the door to the bedroom where my Target is. Slowly I push the door open, again, no noise. I sneak in and see two figures fast asleep in bed. I have to move closer to see who's who. I take a step forward, then another. Now I can make out a mane of black hair on one of the figures. Too easy. I take my gun out of the back of my jeans and take aim at the head next to the one with a mane of hair, my Target. I turn the safety off and pull back on the trigger.

BANG! 

There's blood everywhere, but I'm used to it. When I started out I was so girly, I think I fainted about six times from the sight of too much blood. Now it has no effect on me. 

I turn around and start to leave when I hear a scream, I just continue walking out of the room. Then I bump into something. Or should I say someone. I look down to see a little girl holding a doll in one hand. She just looks up at me with big eyes. 

" Go back to bed sweetie" I say, trying to sound motherly or whatever. She just nods and turns away. It'll be hard enough for her to find out her dad is dead, she doesn't need to see it. I have a soft spot for kids. They're so beautifully innocent. 

I walk out the door and close it behind me. I walk onto the street and jump into the black Maserati that slows down next to me. Once I'm in we speed away before anyone notices. I turn to the right and smile at Taj. 

" Target eliminated" Taj laughs at me

" Can't you think of something a little more imaginative to say?"

" Like?"

" Like... Daddy ain't a daddy any more" I shake my head at him

" That would mean I killed his kids"

" No It wouldn't "

" Ah, yes, yes it would " 

" Fine! Be unimaginative! "

" Thank god! " 

" You're welcome " I just laugh at him. I reach in the back and grab a black satchel bag. I open it and pull out a phone. Sitting back in my seat a press 13 0 5 5 and put the phone to my ear. 13 0 5 5 stands for Boss. 

" Danger? "

" Daddy ain't a daddy anymore" I look over to Taj and he's smiling like an idiot at me using his line

" What? Did you kill his kids? "

" No, I-I just," I sigh " Taj said to say that, basically Target eliminated "

" Tell Taj that he's not 5 " I turn to Taj 

" Boss says you're not five "

"No, i'm six! " he pokes his tongue out at me, i just roll my eyes and put the phone back to my ear

" He says he's 6 " 

" A six year old assassin, yeah, that's not going to look good on my report " I turn to Taj

" He says his report isn't going to look good "

" Then i'll colour it in! Yay, colouring in! I promise i'll do it with in the lines! " I laugh at his sillyness and turn back to the phone