Assassin ; noun
1. A murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.
Obviously a work of fiction.
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Ashton stood, overlooking the window and he turned slightly as the door opened. One of the workers, Jack, stepped in with a file and was smirking slightly.
"Here's the newest recruit." Jack said, leaving a file on the desk and walking away. Luke grabbed it first, scanning over before he smirked. Michael tore it out of his hands and Luke rolled his eyes but Michael took the file and sat down at the desk, his eyes eagerly scanning the file.
"Arya Curtis?" Calum read and Ashton frowned, but joined the other two at the desk.
"Shit, she's hot." Michael said and Luke nodded.
"Think she can actually do our job?" Ashton asked, going and sitting at the desk and Calum nodded. He glanced through the file before he realized who she was.
"If she can do what the file says, then yeah, she can." Michael said, biting his lip and setting down the file.
"Have Jack send her in then." Luke said, adjusting his tie and standing up. The four boys stood on the back wall, watching the door with interest when she came in. The door opened, revealing Arya, and the four boys sucked in a breath.
She was intimidatingly stunning. Daring red lipstick and winged eyeliner so fierce she could kill a man. Which she probably could, if she's anything like her file. She closed the door, standing with her arms crossed and staring at the four men in front of her.
"So, I'm here because someone told me to be." She said, shifting her weight between her heel clad feet and uncrossing her arms and tucking them behind her.
"Well, who told you to be here?" Calum asked, crossing his arms over his chest and she scoffed slightly before staring at him.
"Does it matter? I go where I'm told." She said, standing taller and Michael bit his lip as he looked over her. Her legs were complimented by the dark gray pencil skirt and white blouse that was tucked in. Her auburn hair complimented her face, and it wasn't long, just barely reaching her jawline.
"I do know however, when someone is staring at me." She snapped and Michael chuckled.
"Do you have the necessary qualifications?" Luke asked, glaring at Michael and she nodded.
"If it's for what I've been told, yes." She said, and Ashton nodded. Michael stepped forward, walking around Arya, almost as if she was an animal in the cage, and she rolled her eyes when he stopped beside her.
"Prove it princess." He said and she tensed, before grabbing his arm and flipping the red haired man over and onto the glass table, shattering the coffee table and he groaned.
"Don't call me princess." Arya snarled, and Calum chuckled.
"I think she just did prove it." Luke said, smirking at the man lying on the ground, who was clutching at his chest before standing.
"I like her." Ashton said, chuckling as Michael glared at him and she nodded.
"So can someone explain to me why I was told to come here?" Arya asked, crossing her arms over her chest and Calum nodded.
"This is Nemesis." He said, and she stared at the tan skinned man who answered her.
"And what is Nemesis?" She asked, crossing her arms over herself and Luke nodded.
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