I don't remember being taught to kill. It seems like a second nature to me. The way I hold the pistol in my hand seems so familiar. Like I know the gun I am holding.
I shrug the feeling off and remember my task. Eliminate the girl. I trail behind her and decide to scout out my surroundings before doing as says.
I take detailed note of what she's wearing. Purple overcoat; button up. White pants spotted purple, heels- blood red with patches of white. She carries a pouch.
She approaches a bar and steps inside quickly. I follow her and stroll behind her. She heads to the back of the mundane bar, opening a door marked with a strip of black paint where a label should go.
I follow her in, and am greeted with a room full of people and tables, perhaps a second, more exclusive part of the bar. She takes off her coat and sits next to a guy,he appears tall with blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
She sits by him for a split second and wispers in his ear, to which he has no facial response. She grabs her coat, gets up and leaves out the door she came. Unusual. I decide to stay and medal with the person she came in to talk to.
"Hello gorgeous," I smile, observing him further.
He smirks and turns to face me. "Hey, you're pretty cute." He looks up and down me, as he bites his lips.
"Was thinking about bringing you home, ya know. And who was the girl that just came in?" I smile, teasing.
He stumbles of words. "W- she is a good friend of mine." He claims.
Exactly what I needed.
"Let's go back to your place, you seem hot," I say in a low tone.
He happily agrees, leading me out of the bar. He hails a taxi and lets me in first. The whole ride he has his hand on the inside of my leg.
As soon as we arrive, I notice the building we enter is very expensive, this guy is clearly upper-class. He holds the door open for me and as soon as he closes the door behind him I lock the door with a small click and kick him to the ground stepping on his back.
"What the hell?" He yells, attempting to look up at me, squirming under my shoe.
"Who was the one girl you were talking to earlier? A friend? Some one you hired?" I say calmly, a little bite in my tone. He attempts to sit up at which I deny him and kick him against the ground harder.
"Nobody. I don't even know her name,"He says. A calm look on his face. I don't belive it for a second.
"That's bull shit, and you know it. Now, what I'm gonna need you to do is tell me everything you know about this girl, and nobody gets hurt" I say stepping onto him with more weight for every word I say.
He immediately snaps, relaying everything he knows about this person. Her name, Cecily Skinner. Her address, 183 Tannar Drive. What she whispered in his ear? He claims to not remember but I let it slide because I got all sorts of useful information.
After hearing her address, I knew exactly where it was as if I've been there before. As if there was a voice in my head that knew all the answers. I decide to leave him be as I lift my foot off of him, unlock the door and walk out as if nothing happened.
183 Tannar Drive. I keep repeating these words in my head wondering why I am even going through with this in the first place.
