The Assassin

bowtie blaine

(1:00 PM, Los Angeles neighborhood)

Blaine sighed as he unbuckled his heavy helmet, and threw his left leg behind him as he got off of his motorcycle. This particular neighborhood in Los Angeles doesn't have security cameras, so he simply parked across the house he needed to get into. He checked his phone to make sure that he had the right address, and he began to make his way to the front door.

143 Forthood Avenue, this is it, he tells himself.

It's actually a nice house. More on the modern side, a big front lawn and two stories. Trees line the walkway to the front door, and the windows are big enough to fit a cow through.

He violently jiggled the door knob a couple times, subtly loosening it from its hold on the door.

Fuck, it's locked.

He stepped down from the front porch to take a look around the vicinity. He smirked as he found a gate leading to the backyard. His fingers gripped the top of the gate, and he hauled himself to the other side and grunted as he lands on the ground.

He stumbled to his feet and dusts off his bowtie and black, full body jumpsuit. He doesn't necessarily find his work clothes comfortable or fashionable, but they make sure that he is able to move around with ease. He took his backpack off of his shoulders and pulled out his dart gun.

"I'm around the house, dart gun is ready to shoot," he says into his comms piece nestled in his ear.

"Okay, so her name is Emma Pillsbury, look for a ginger woman with big ass eyes and small lips. She's really not that cute to be honest," Artie says from Headquarters.

"Artie, what the fuck?"

"Sorry, I just- This mission is so fucking boring. Probably why Santana left it to us."

"Okay, let's get back to it then." Blaine walks around to the sliding door opening up to the backyard, and he finds that its unlocked, so he slides it open. As he tiptoes into the house, he finds a plate of cronuts on the kitchen island. He starts to devour one, when Artie speaks into his ear.

"Blaine, are you seriously eating, right now? Dude, you have to kill her soon, and all you can do is eat?"

"Look, I get hungry during missions, okay? Why do I even have to kill her today? It's supposed to be my day off, and I was planning to spend it with Kurt."

"I know, I know. But Santana said this would be really quick. Turns out that woman you're supposed to dispose of, pissed off Bosley really bad. Something about trying to take money from one of her successful drug operations in Costa Rica. But you know how Santana gets when Bosley yells at her for not completing these on time."

"Yeah, well she should've taken this one then."

"I'm sure she would have loved to, Blaine. But she's busy getting prepared for another mission up in New York."

"Mhm."

Just as Blaine is about to take his last bite out of the cronut, the ginger woman he was sent for walks into the kitchen, freezing in her tracks.

"Yes, I would like a large pepperoni pizza with-" Her eyes widen and she goes pale with fear. Blaine smirks at her with a glare on his eyes, and she says, "Oh, fuck," through gritted teeth. He pops the last bite of the cronut into his mouth and sprints towards her.

She runs for the front door and trips over the rug in her living room. She scrambles to her feet and unlocks the bolts on the door, then finally opening it, leaving it ajar, when suddenly, she feels a cold needle in her back. Her eyelids begin to flutter closed and she can't fight it anymore. Her limbs go numb, and she falls to the ground, hitting her head on the floor. Her head starts bleeding all over the floor.