"Now, now. Who let these little rugrats in?" Joked a fellow officer, his arms crossed against his armor chest. Joseph-098 was always on the tough side with things, but was never a bad friend. His exterior may make him come off as a jerk or someone who simply doesn't care, but he has a heart a gold.
"Don't know, don't care. Better to not ask questions you don't want the answer to, right?" Carol-127 responded with, glancing up at Joseph's gold visor. The male returned her gaze, before smirking underneath his helmet. He had a plan to mess with these kids.
"Carol, do you remember the ventilation patterns?"
"Of course I do! That's how I used to get around, you big idiot." Carol told him, but there was no malice in her tone. Just two friends, messing around. "Why did you ask? Have something in mind?" Carol asked, her eyes glinting with excitement, though Joseph couldn't see them.
Joseph grinned with giddiness, letting go of his soldier attitude. Admittedly, though, it wasn't exactly there in the first place. "Oh yeah, I do. Imagine all of the pranks we could pull on these rookies."
Carol basically bounced on her heels, ready to mess with some recruits, but the two were interrupted by a familiar friend.
"Sorry to disappoint, but you guys can't pull any pranks right now. We need to train these little rugrats, as you called them." Evan-163 told the two, his SMG in hand, the other strapped to his hip.
Carol let out a sigh of disappoint, Joseph frowned in displeasure. Evan just shrugged off their reactions to the news, thinking that it wasn't so bad.
"C'mon. We have to teach these guys to be Spartans, and besides... we have no limits with these training sessions." Evan told them with a glint of mischievous on his tongue. The two suddenly perked up again.
"No limits, eh?" Joseph questioned, before returning Carol's gaze. Evan could've swore he could feel their smirks from underneath their helmets.
"This is going to be so much fun." Carol exclaimed in joy.
"Shit!" I muttered under my breath. He pulled open the door and headed for me with a smile that made my skin crawl. I withdrew my gun from my bag and hid it under the table.
"Ah Blake Reid. At last we meet!" He pulled out the chair directly across from me.
"Who are you and why have you been following me?" I growled.
"I'm the man who is going to kill you," he gave me a masochistic smile.
I withdrew my gun from its place under the table. It was pointed between his eyes and I took pleasure in the shock that was on his face. He had only gotten his gun halfway out. The staff was still unaware of me holding a gun to this man's head because they were all around back in the kitchen.
"Sorry, but that's just not going to happen," I said sweetly.
"In such a public place? How brazen of you," he challenged in a shaky voice.
"Yes, all the staff is in the back where they can't see us. Oh and if you didn't notice, there's a silencer on my gun. Say good-bye my dearie," I pulled the trigger and sent the bullet through his head.
Blake Reid isn't your normal 17 year old. She's an assassin on her last case... or so she hopes. She is having difficulty with memories of her past and can't seem to get out of her shell, even though that is one of the biggest assets needed for her assignment. She will also face many obsticales; some of which she may not survive. Join her in the choas and death she calls her life.
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