Cold Blooded

Girl Behind The Gun

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Ugh. Why is that alarm clock so damn loud? My hand instinctively went up to the side table beside my bed. I rolled over on my back and looked out the window. Still dark outside...wait. What am I doing up so early? Just then my phone started to ring. I groaned once more before answering it. Who the hell is calling me at 5:00 am?!

"Hello?" I asked in a groggy voice. I heard a laugh from the other end.

"You sure are a morning person aren't
you?"

Carter. "Like hell I do. Where? And when?" I ask while sitting down at the desk by the window, turning the lamp on. There was a piece of paper and pen ready to go pnce I got there.

"You got that?" Carter asked me. I put the phone on speaker as I walked to my closet.

"Yeah I got it. When?"

"By 8:00 am. Now get going. And good luck."

I laughed. "I never need good luck." I say. Then I hung up on my tech savvy friend.

I brushed my long auburn hair into boxer braids. After that I grabbed my black jeans, A white tank-top, my black leather jacket, and the golden/black mask that covers 3/4's of my face. In the back of the wardrobe I saw it hidden by a cardboard box. Should I take it? If they called for me then they need me for a job. Just in case. I tucked it into the back of my pants and covered it with the tank-top.

I heard a knock on my door. "Hello? Can I come in?" Mrs. Floress? I quickly took off my mask and hid it. Then opened the door.

"Mrs. Floress, what are you doing here?" I ask while letting the frail old lady in.

"Well your rent for the month is due." She smiled. I chuckled a little bit then walked to the kitchen counter. I grabbed an envelope and placed it into her hands.

"You know I could have brought it to you so you didn't have to climb those stairs."

"I wanted to come in and check on you as well though. You never go out." She said. It put a smile on my face.

"Well, I'm heading out now. I got called into work."

"Really?"

"Yes ma'am." I say. I lead her out of the apartment and grabbed my mask on the way out.

She put a hand on my arm. "Be careful on that bike of yours." I nodded my head.

"I always am."

It took me a while but I did get away into the parking garage. Mrs. Floress was always so nice. I feel bad for lying to her. Once I was over in the reserved spots I smiled. There she is... my 75 Ducati, blood red sportsbike. It was a birthday gift a couple years ago from an old friend. She's probably in her 40's now. If she isn't dead. I put the mask in the side bag and pulled on my helmet. Then I put in the address into my phone. Off we go...

*****
About two hours later I pulled up to the back entrance of the warehouse. It was misty and dark. Perfect for a meeting. I checked my phone of the time, 7:30 am. No one was here yet. I went around the building to see if there were any places to hide. There wasn't. But the second story was perfectly open. I covered my face and climbed up to the top of the second story. There was a few windows, I got next to the one closest to the front where they would most likely be coming from. I waited for about another hour and a half before I heard anyone. The warehouse door opened and in walked a man with slicked back hair, a white suit, and a red tie. Not another mafia...

"Sorry I'm late," he said into the air. "I got caught up in other business." I took that as my que and I hopped down from my perch.

I folded my arms. "Time is business, next time don't be late." I hissed out. The man chuckled and sat on one of the chairs. I didn't even realize they were there before.