Hitwoman (ON HOLD FOREVER)

05

I slowly pull my car over in front of a garage door, sighing tiredly as a small camera pops up from the top corner of the garage door and a screen rises up from the dashboard of my car, staying static for a while until finally showing a person wearing the face of a pig with a cigar in it's mouth I roll my eyes irritatingly before resting my hand on my window compartment, dropping my face into my palm with disappointment.

"Please state your name and rea..."

"Look Alonso, I'm already pissed as hell at you," I say cutting the guy off immediately. "So, if I were you, I'd shut up to avoid getting extra bruises than the ones I already plan on giving you" He takes the mask off while arranging his spectacles, eyeing me frightfully before pressing a button raising the garage door open from me, I smile wryly at him before I push the gas pedal, moving the car past the garage door before taking a left turn with the car as soon as I enter, taking me down. I look at the raised screen falling back down into my dashboard before something hits me.

"Oh, and uh Alonso," I say stopping the return of the screen into the dashboard midway.

"Y-Yeah?"

"The whole pig mask thing needs to stop. You might be one of the smart tech guys, but it seems you're dumb enough to blow our cover fast" I say tapping my steering wheel as I continue to drive down, the path leading me down, set in a ring formation.

"But no one else except association members knows this place," He says making me sigh in exasperation.

He isn't lying though, the only people allowed to reach these parts are assassins from the association. Each member of the association has been given a vehicle that grants them access to the HQ of the association. Just like mine, every single one of our cars has been customized with stuff like bulletproof windows, tires, tech, like the screen that comes out of the dashboard, plate numbers that can be changed instantly, and most of the good stuff you'd only find in spy movies. Many cops have managed to reach the door, most even got in, but that's pretty much how far they reached. Security against non-members of the association is pretty tight honestly. The association HQ is underground, deep beneath the garage of a courthouse I heard was bought from the court, I also heard the association killed everyone in it and kept it to themselves, wiping away all evidence of the murder's, and knowing the association, they probably chose the latter.

"First of all, our location is inside the garage of a courthouse, which I'll keep saying is pretty dumb..."

"We are located under the garage actually and the court is empty" He corrects me with his finger raised up, making me squeeze the bridge of my nose.

"Sorry," He says apologetically.

"And secondly, you said it yourself, only association members can access this place, right? So, why in the world are you still asking for the name and reason for approaching the garage door?" I ask making him pause while staring at me in silence making me facepalm myself.

Damn, one of our smartest tech guru's is just a smart dumbass.

"Yeah, I think we're gonna have to discuss that when I get down" I say making him sigh sadly, running a hand through his black hair.

"Y-Yes Ma'am" He says before the screen falls back into the dashboard making the end up of my lip rise up.

Ma'am? Still afraid of me, huh?

I drive through one last ring formation before the road starts taking me on a straight path leading me towards a ton of cars parked in a parking lot. I turn my car, driving slowly while looking left and right for a parking space After turning my neck repeatedly like a hundred times I finally find a free space, Immediately pushing my car into it to ensure it remains mine (Believe me, people kill for parking spaces here) I twist the keys in the ignition, turning the car off before coming out of the car and slamming the door shut. I start to walk away from my car whistling to "Mary had a little lamb" before I stop, something immediately catching my eye. I look at the bike, a Kawasaki H2R, with my eyes narrow, placed into questioning slits.