"Think you can take me?" I arched an eyebrow.
"Are you doubting me?" She answered.
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Natalie Perkins, born in London. The FBI is after her for the assassination of fourteen men. All of them brutally murdered one day of the week, all of them left wi...
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Well, enjoy this 10'000 word-long chapter please. It was so stressing to write this istg, it took me like a week or sum.
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What will I leave behind me? Where will I choose to go? To tell the truth, I'm tired of falling When I'm floating, I'm closer to you
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Three days went by more than quickly.
I didn't even have a record of what was going to happen next till Harry kindly reminded me today was the trade thingy. I wanted to die.
Things were going just fine, but way too good to be true, of course. I wasn't expecting anything good to happen today, except for the fact that I was going to get more time to spend with Harry. That was the only thing I was actually looking forward to doing.
But besides from that... things regarding the job hadn't been going on great for us, I couldn't see how they would get any better. What had changed? Absolutely nothing.
But with Harry, things were nice. There wasn't tension or awkwardness anymore, we actually were acting like... I don't know, friends? Honestly, I had no idea how to call what we had going on, the only thing I was certain of was that I was really enjoying it.
And yet, I had been snapped out of my little comfort bubble as soon as I remembered what was our purpose here in the first place. I was acting like a normal person till now, so the mission had me in a really shitty fucking mood.
This thing was meant to be easy and I was supposed to finish it in little to no time... but here I was. It had been over two weeks and I knew it wasn't long, but it felt like it had been a whole fucking decade. I mean, we had been in three different countries already.
I wasn't complaining as much as I usually would, and the reason for it was a certain six foot curly-haired guy.
It had been just me and him up to now, we hadn't even gotten in the amount of trouble I thought we would. As far as I remembered, we hadn't killed a single person so far except for that one dude back in London. But I was almost a hundred percent sure no one was linking me or Harry to that, the FBI hadn't given us any reason to start hiding.
