Youre late

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He stared at the bodies on the ground, at the girl covered in blood.  Her eyes narrowed as she stood up.
"You're late." He nodded knowing this was gonna happen and started picking up one of the bodies. 

"Yeah yeah yeah. I know but, I had the cops on my ass. I don't really think you want them to find dead bodies and a teenage female covered in blood." He shook his head and dragged a body to the dumpster. 

She did the same. 
"We both know I'm no teenager Victor!" Picking up the third body and carelessly handed it over to Victor. 
"No you're not but, for this mission you are. To those police officers you're in the system as a 17 year old.  That attends the high school.  Not the 28 year old that kills gang leaders for a living." He scolds her.  
Digs into his pockets then throws clothes and baby wipes at her.  As she sighed.
"Why can't I just change in the car?" She whines while pulling off her pants and throwing them into the dumpster with the bodies. 

" We are in a densely populated city. You can't just walk out of an alley with blood all over you Marissa.  I thought we went over this babe. "  He started closing the dumpster as she threw in the last bit of wipes. 
She nodded, " I know. I'm just tired.   Let's go home?"
He nods and takes her hand leading her out the alley and into the car. 

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I know it's really short but these are written in a notebook before getting published. I think better like that.  So I am so sorry guys.   Thanks for reading though. 

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