Operation: Nanny
Bang!
Target five: dead.
I was now covered in blood after killing five people in a row. It had to be done. However, I hated how much the blood made me stink. It's not my fault I'm the best assassin in the corporation and have to take on these tricky missions.
My footsteps echoed menacingly as I walked through the bloodied halls, my heels tapping against the hard ground. If I were the remaining targets, I would be scared too. It would be pretty obvious to them that an intruder is in the building because no females work with the McClelland's business.
After walking through the dark and long halls for around two minutes, I was finally met with a group of ten guards.
They must have seen me on their security cameras. Bummer.
I walked up to them slowly, each step emitting confidence and fearlessness. My black, leather and long sleeved bodysuit clung to my body, showing off my curves to the guards. The corporation purposefully did that to try and distract anybody I had to kill.
I spun the gun in my hand around my forefinger and stopped walking. I moved all my body weight to my left leg, resting my empty hand on my hip.
'You boys going to shoot me or what?' I ask, smirking at them.
They stared at me in silence, not sure how to respond. One of them was checking me out. They weren't even trying to hide it.
One of the men finally stuttered, 'W-we... uh... who are you?'
I cross my arms, 'Why do you care? It won't matter once you're dead.'
As I imagined, as soon as I said that, the guard that was checking me out tried to tackle me. I jumped up, dodging his attack. When I fell back down, I kicked his head with my heel, knocking him out.
'Who's next?' I point my gun at the remaining guards, smiling. I was outnumbered, I know; but that never stopped me before.
They all started to fire at me all at once. Being the assassin I am, I dodged all their attacks and shot them all. I left the most nervous one behind on purpose.
I was short in height at five foot three but he was even shorter.
I walk up to him, flicking the "bulletproof" mask off his face. I bent over, resting my hands on my thighs. 'Hey, little guy. Tell me where your boss is.'
He shook his head violently. I swear, he was going to give himself whiplash.
I narrowed my eyes at him. I said more firmly, 'I told you to tell me where he is.'
'No,' he said, trying to sound strong and scary. It didn't work on me, though. I had faced much scarier men than him in my life.
I sigh and point my gun at his head. 'Tell me where he is, kid.'
He shook his head again. There was no point in me even asking him this. I knew where his boss was, anyway. I had already killed him. I just liked to make my targets scared.
'No. I-I can't d-do that,' he stuttered, shaking like a scared puppy. 'H-he's my boss. Just w-who do you think I am to reveal where he is?'
'You're cute, I'll give you that,' I say as I reload my gun. 'However, I already killed your boss. I just wanted to, you know, drag this moment out.'
I brushed my thumb over a cut on his cheek and then pressed down on it. He squirmsed under my touch.
'I'll make sure to tell your mummy and daddy that you love them,' I say, trying to stop laughing at how helpless he looked under my control.
I pull the trigger on the gun.
Bang!
Mission accomplished.
***
I promptly arrived back at the corporation to return the files I got from the mission. I waited outside Mr. Bradson's office. I was still in full gear, dried-up blood covering my hands.
'Miss Patterson?' asked the receptionist, wondering if I was here. I stood up and looked at her. 'Mr. Bradson is ready to see you.'
I nod and walked into his office, holding the files between my hands. The back of his chair was facing me. He was looking out his huge window which faced the town.
'Take a seat, Red,' commanded Mr. Bradson. Red was my codename. I wasn't called it often by my co-workers. But I always was by the boss and on missions.
I walked over to the chair in front of his desk and sat down in it, making myself comfortable.
'Set the files on the desk.'
I put the files on his desk and then rested my hands in my lap.
'Did you find the mission hard, Red?' Mr. Bradson finally turned around to face me. He was wearing a suit, his black hair slicked back. Many females in the corporation found him hot and wanted to marry him. I didn't see anything in him, though. I suppose I never do with any men.
'Of course not,' I said confidently, keeping a straight face. 'You know me. I never find missions hard.'
Mr. Bradson nodded, 'Good, good. As expected from the best.' He took the files and opened them. 'Did you leave any witnesses behind?'
I shook my head, 'No, sir.'
Mr. Bradson started to flick through the files, stopping at a page every once in a while. After a moment of silence, he asked me, 'And their boss?'
'He's dead too, sir,' I confirm.
He nodded, throwing one of the files onto his desk to pick up another one. He read the second file a lot more carefully than the last one. I watch in silence, waiting for his next order.
He finally spoke up to say, 'You may leave.'
Before I left the room, I made sure to thank him. I walked out of his office and got the elevator down to the second floor. The second floor consisted of bathrooms, a lounge, bedrooms for all the employees (who did not have anywhere else to live) and various other rooms to make living in the corporation more comfortable.
Obviously, when I got to the second floor, the first thing I did was change out of my stinking clothes to take a shower. I had to take the shower in the public showers as we did not have any bathrooms in our bedrooms. After the shower, I dried off and got changed into some comfy clothes. While getting changed, I realised that the blood on my hands had not came off yet.
Of course.
I walked out of the shower and into the main bathrooms. Thankfully, they were empty. I turned the warm water on and started to scrub the blood off my hands. Not easily, though. It was a struggle.
With that, my one hour long hand wash started.
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