I glanced over at the women standing in front of the door. She didn't look much of a guard; but in my line of work, I learned not to judge a book by its cover. I learned that the hard way.
She nods, excusing herself as she walked inside the room. I waited a few minutes before I was allowed inside. I stepped inside the room as the women stepped out, closing the door behind her.
The room was a big office. Windows surrounded the outer walls, and in the middle sat a large wooden desk; papers stacked neatly on each side of the desk, and a large chair were facing away from me. I cleared my throat.
I stood still for a few minutes; my head held high. When I made it to the man's desk, I straightened my outfit out and stood up straight.
I watched as the chair spun around, finally seeing who was sitting in the chair. He was a bulky man, with a stumble from a beard forming on his face. His eyes were a navy blue, and he had dark, brown hair that was spiked up. He looked anxious, like he couldn't wait for this to be over.
"Reed," He nodded his head, sitting upright, "You know why I have brought you here, correct?" I rolled my eyes. Of course I did. Why else did anyone ever call me unless it was my mom or Eli? "Of course you do…" He sighed, "There's someone in California that you need to… terminate… destroy… whatever you seem fit," He got straight to the point. I liked that. He held out his hand for me to shake, "Sebastian," He introduced himself, his eyes twinkling.
"Adeline," I answered, already knowing he knew who I was, shaking his head. "Why do I have to eliminate this person? And who is he?" I asked, placing my hands on my hips – not knowing what else to do with them.
Sebastian chuckled, giving me a hard stare. "Wanting to get down to business," He purred, leaning back into his chair again, folding his arm around his head. He looked amused; making me irritated. "His name; Zane Pratt, age Twenty One; he has an older brother and a younger sister, age twenty four and five. They live in a Two Story cottage in Helena, California. I'll give you more information and the directions through your mailbox," he told me, cocking my head to the side. "I also have where he works, and other information you'll need," He told me, tipping his head.
I raised an eyebrow, "The reason?" I asked him, folding my hands over my chest. I was getting tired standing here. I wanted to go do something, not listen to Santiago talk – as sexy as he was to look and listen to.
Laughing, Sebastian sat up straight in his chair. He looked around; as if other people were in this room and leaned forward on his desk, motioning me to come closer with his finger, as if he was telling me a secret. I rolled my eyes, deciding to humor him as I leaned down closer to him. He hummed a little, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes before he finally answered my question;
"He's a murderer…"
I only like this job because I get to travel.
Being on the road is what I love to do. If I can make a living by traveling alone, I would do it in a heartbeat. But that's not really why I like this job. If I was being honest with myself, I love the thrill of every kill. I had been fourteen when I had my first kill. I am twenty two years old now, and have been doing it ever since.
My first kill was an accident that wasn't supposed to happen. I remember crying for hours over killing someone. But it gave me the sense that you never know what will happen, or what you will become.
I stared out of the window of the big SUV I was being hauled in, looking at the girl driving from time to time. Were all his guards' girls? That's what it seemed like. They were all skinnier then a twig too. They had better be a black belt in karate AND Kong Fo before I get them to be my bodyguards.
"So, where are we headed?" I asked, just to start some conversation. It was too quiet in here – and it made me uneasy. You'd think I was afraid of the quietness. I laughed silently to myself, pushing that thought aside. I'm an assassin, goddamn it. I wasn't afraid of anything.
The women gave me a cold stare before turning back to the road. "Helena, California ma'am," She answered stiffly, her grip tightening on the wheel. I grinned in amusement. You'd think she would be the assassin, with the attitude that she has. I chuckled again, earning another cold hard glare.
"Sorry for wanting to make casual conversation," I retorted, rolling my eyes. She rolled her eyes as well, never taking them off the road. I just shrugged, looking back outside as I played with a lock of my golden brown hair.
It was ironic, I thought as the sweltering trees blurred past in unison, that he would send me to kill a murderer. Of all things! I was anticipating more of the; the bastard stole my girlfriend, or he beat on someone I really care about; or the other common one; he stole my money. No; I have to fucking kill a motherfucking murderer.
If I got killed on this run, I was going to go back and haunt Sebastian's ass.
In my gut, I knew that there was more to this story then he was leading on. This person – Zane – had done something to Sebastian. Like, there was more of a story then Sebastian was telling me.
And I was going to find out. Whatever it took, I was going to find out what was happening.
Or my name wasn't Adeline Reed.