No dying, ok?

No dying, ok?

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"I'm finally in the building. It is certainly true that it's a maze. I race around corner after corner to find where my coworkers are hiding. However, I have to be careful. This building is crawling with soldiers and guards, not to mention the hi-tech cameras only used by them. Every corner I take, my heart starts to race even faster than it already is. I hear my ragged breathing. My body screams at me to stop. No time. How long have i been running? I have to keep going. The only thing keeping me from falling flat on my face is the adrenaline coursing through my veins. After yet another corner, I freeze. There they are. Under a table. Even though a tablecloth covers the edges, I immediately spot them because of Julie's lime green converse peeking out from underneath. I can always count on her to choose the brightest colours to invade a military base. I look around and notice there lies an obstacle in my way. Two guards and a camera. Well, thank goodness I brought a bread clip. "
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"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. (Cover created by Vico96, an amazing friend of mine. Check him out!)

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