My name is Y/n L/n and today, I'm going to kill a man. Today is Derby Day, and the murder will take place this afternoon at the Epsom races...it may be that I'm able to escape after the killing. The odds are not good, which is why I'm writing this letter...I've been forced by agents of the crown to carry out this murder, and in the event of my own death I want the following facts to be known: The Shelby family are innocent of any involvement. And while some of them maybe guilty of other things...I've not shared details of this mission with any of them and how company assets were used...Agents of the Crown joined forces with pro-treaty Fenians to arrange this murder. I believe the government intend to falsely blame the anti-treaty IRA. Therefore, the bullet I fire this afternoon will be the starting gun for civil war in Ireland. The man I've been instructed to kill is Field Marshal Russell, formerly a Black and Tan commander who committed many atrocities in the county of Cork. There's no remorse in my heart at the prospect of his death. However, he is conspiracy behind the killing is cause for international concern. Such as the gravity of my secret mission that after I've served my purpose I believe they intend on killing me and my business partner, Thomas Shelby.
"You want tea?" Ada questions as she passes a cup to Thomas then looking over to you. Thomas also looks over as you didn't reply quickly. They both stared at you as you ignored her question. Ada brushed it off as Thomas furrows his brows as he takes a sip from his drink.
I therefore want to make a particular individual in this letter...The agent who's initiated and orchestrated this crime is Major Chester Campbell of the British Secret Intelligence Service. He chose me for this dirty business as an act of vengeance, prompted by hatred of longstanding. In the event of my death, it is imperative he be brought to justice. If you're reading this, then I'm dead already. I hope that living as you do, in a truly free country, you'll be able to make the above facts known to the world. Yours sincerely, Y/n L/n.
"Did you one anyway, you ignorant git." Ada spits out as she puts the tea on the table.
"Ada, sit down here for a minute. Ada, if anything happens to me or Tommy today...I need you to post this letter. Stamps already on. Don't ask any questions, it's...to do with insurance." You exclaim as Thomas just keeps staring at you as you put the letter in the envelope and pass it to Ada
"Look, Y/n? Whatever you both are involved in, just tell us. God, you two don't let anyone in. Not even each other at this rate. We love you both, Y/n and Tom. What are you doing up at six o'clock in the morning?" Ada questions as she sees her roommate come downstairs putting on his coat. Thomas and you stand up putting on your own
"Ready?" You question the two
"What the bloody hell is going on?" Ada questions
"Little errand." James answers for you both
"What errand?" Ada questions
"He just has to stand there, Ada." Thomas informs vaguely
"Stand where?" Ada questions
"Let's go, come on." You push as Thomas starts walking with you
"James, what's going on? Don't listen to them, James. They'll get you killed. What errand?" Ada warns as she follows behind
"For a cause, Ada. The good old cause." James chuckles turning towards Ada whilst walking backwards as you and Thomas completely ignore her.
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|| Work Alone || Tommy Shelby x Reader ||
FanfictionA woman of business. She left London looking for where she could stay low for some time and luckily she had found a place. Birmingham. Still wanting to make money she does small deals in the small place she lives in. Though, she started going to a b...
