Thirty Two

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I stared at the mission folder that was lying open on my bed. His face was staring right at me.

A face I would never forget.

I groaned frustratedly and slammed the folder shut. I wanted to kill him so badly. I rubbed my stomach and sighed, reopening the folder and reading the information.

Name: Michael Moore

Age: 26

Ethnicity: White British

Occupation: Unemployed

Location: 3 Langford Drive, Southgate, London.

I grabbed my laptop and fired it up, hurriedly going onto Google and searching the address. "You're not far, are you?" I said to myself and chewed on my lip. I made a split decision and took note of the directions and jumped up off my bed. I slipped a cap on my head along with a pair of sunglasses and stuffed my feet into my converses. Once I was ready I grabbed my bag that was now missing a gun thanks to Eli and headed out of my room, clutching the mission folder in my hand.

"What's this?" Blake wondered as I passed him on the stairs and I swore at him when he snatched the folder from my hands. "A mission?"

"Give it!" I demanded and hit Blake's shoulder as he opened the folder, raising his eyebrows in realisation.

"You're gonna kill him?"

"No, I'm going to knock on his door and ask if he wants to chat," I said sarcastically and jabbed my fingers into Blake's ribs and grabbed the folder from his hands.

"I thought you were against killing now!" Blake called as I carried on walking down the stairs.

"I'm making an exception!" I snapped and barged Dante's shoulder as I rushed past him.

"Yo, where you in a rush to, sweetcheeks?" Mason shouted as I hurried past him and some of the other guys in the lounge.

"I'm going out," I said dismissively and searched in my bag for my car keys that Rob gave to me earlier. I made it to the door, sat in my car that I had long awaited the return of and set off down the road.

I drove in silence, my mind thinking over the mission. It should be easy. He was a nobody. I could stake him out today and come back another day and take the shot.

Simple.

I tensed up when I neared the location. I found the road and slowly drove down, looking out for the correct house number. I parked a few houses down from his house and cut the engine.

"Nice house," I commented, taking in the expensive car on the drive and large two story house with big windows and a large wooden door. "Now, Michael, how does an unemployed single man afford a house like this?"

I chewed on my lip and observed the house. There were barely any security cameras and I was pretty sure it would be easily to break in to one of the windows. I'd do it late a night, when it was guaranteed he'd be home.

I gasped when the door opened and I sank down in my seat. Michael Moore exited the house, carrying a black bin bag. I clenched my hands into fists and locked my car doors, trying to control myself, stopping myself from rushing out of the car and beating this guy to death.

It may be a simple kill, but I still had to be careful. We were assassins; hidden from the law. We had to go undetected. I couldn't attack a man in broad daylight and risk being seen.

I had to do this by the book. The right way.

I watched Michael carefully as he placed the bin bag in the bin outside and made his way back into the house, cautiously looking over his shoulder as he did.

"You're hiding something," I murmured and started my car. "Too bad you'll be dead soon."

*

I made my way to Agency after and went to the weapons room. The weapons room was a large room covered floor to ceiling in all the weapons and accessories you could imagine. I swiped my Agency keycard and grabbed a gun, shoving it into my bag. Once I was done I turned round and walked out. I had the gun so now I could kill the son of a bitch.

I stopped in my tracks as I exited the weapons room and my eyes landed on Kent and Hunter.

"Just what I need," I muttered and I tensed up when they stopped in front of me. "I've just grabbed a gun and I'm feeling trigger happy so I would not get on the wrong side of me."

"And here I was thinking you'd finally got killed," Kent said and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I did," I shrugged, "now if you'll excuse I need to figure out how I'm going to shoot my murderer in the head." Kent blocked my path and I gritted my teeth. "Get out the way."

"We haven't seen each other since you tried to strangle me," Kent snapped. "Let's talk about that."

"If I recall correctly, I didn't try to strangle you," I corrected. "I did."

"And you're going to pay."

I rolled my eyes. "We both know I'm better than you, the only way you can take me on is when I'm chained up and being electrocuted."

"But there's two of us," Kent said and pointed to Hunter. "And one of you. And you're recovering from a gunshot wound."

"Please I could be bleeding out and still take you on," I scoffed.

"Let's find out," Kent said and I jumped back when he took a step towards me.

"Let's not."

"Someone's jumpy," Kent commented. "There's a rumour going around. A rumour you were raped- oh and I'm judging by the way you just tensed up that it's true."

"You're laughing," I deadpanned, staring at Kent in shock as he laughed in my face. "You're fucking laughing at the fact that I was raped!"

"You had it coming," Kent smirked and I glared at him as I reached into my bag.

"I probably shouldn't do this," I said to myself, but shrugged and grabbed the gun. "Who gives a shit?" I pulled out the gun and within two seconds I had fired two shots, one at Kent's right thigh and the other through his left foot.

He screamed loudly and fell to the floor in pain and I smiled sweetly at Hunter before shooting him in the foot.

"Sick bastard," I said and kicked Kent in the balls as I walked past. I put the gun back in my bag and and took a deep breath.

It felt good to be back behind the gun.

*

"What the hell do you think you're doing!" Blake yelled as I walked through the lounge, startling everyone in the room.

"Um... walking."

"You're insane!" Blake exclaimed. "Jesus, Daisy, you've just got your freedom back and now you go and do this!"

I stared at Blake for a few moments and blinked. "What?"

"Um... can someone fill me in?" Carter called.

"Yeah, me too," I nodded.

"Oh, let me refresh your memory," Blake said sarcastically. "You, gun, Kent and Hunter."

"Oh!" I gasped and shrugged my shoulders. "Yeah, what about it?"

"You shot them!" Blake yelled.

"I know," I nodded. "I was there. I pressed the trigger. It felt so damn good."

"Please say you aimed for their fucking heads," Eli called and I smirked slightly.

"Slightly lower," I said.

"You're in so much trouble," Blake said. "Rob is going to go mental."

"I don't regret a thing," I shrugged. "They tortured me, wanted to fight me and Kent laughed in my face about me being raped." I carried on walking towards the stairs and ignored Blake.

"Mate, they had it coming," Jack whispered.

"She still can't go around shooting people!" Blake gasped.

"I shot Beth when she got in my way, I shot Kent and Hunter because they pissed me off and I'll shoot whoever else that decides to annoy me!" I called and glanced over my shoulder. "Blake, Emma, watch your backs."

"You're crazy!" Carter called as I walked away. "And I fucking love you!"

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