Quite the Perilous Occupation
Zweifel1018
Let me start off with saying I am not your average teenager. I’m am an extremely intelligent and lethal teenager, lethal enough to be a certified killer. My job is to hunt people down, and then kill them. It's not the best job in the world, but it certainly isn't the worst. I don’t go after just anybody, though. I have my standards! I only target the bad guys. You know, the guys that rape and murder only to keep getting away with it. The guys that are responsible for selling drugs to kids and corrupting them and never get caught. I do consider myself one of the good guys, except, I'm a girl. I guess part of my advantage is I don't look quite as dangerous as I am. Towering at a whopping five-foot-five-inches tall, and hunkering at about 137 pounds, with my darling brown eyes and wavy brunette hair that goes about three inches past my breasts, I'm not exactly the poster-babe for America's Most Wanted. The company I work for is highly secret. Nobody knows about what I do, except my colleagues. If they did, I'd be dead, or at least locked up till I was.