Mission

“Hey there handsome. Care for a drink?” I brushed my auburn hair slowly off my shoulder and moved my lips slowly in a seductive manner I had practiced countless times before.

“I’m not sure. I’m a little busy at the moment.”

Ah, playing hard to get, are we? I can see your desire written all over your face! Where do you think your eyes are looking you disgusting man? You’re clearly more than twice my age!

“Ah, are you… sure?” I deepened my voice in a gentle, alluring tone. “My date stood me up, and I would really like to blow off some steam.” Ha… There it is. That look in your eyes is one I’m all to familiar with. I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist. I did cater everything about my persona to suit your tastes. It didn’t take long to figure you out with the way you gawk at every curvy woman who walks by.

“Well, I suppose business can wait. At least for a little while!” He moved in closer. “That drink is starting to sound awfully tempting.”

“Is that so?” I slowly slid my tongue across my teeth before leaning closer to him. I pulled his face closer to mine until we nearly touched, then inched towards his ear. I got so close I could feel my skin lightly brush against his.

“I’m so glad you’ve agreed to accompany me,” I breathed into his ear.

He gulped before slipping is hand down onto my lower back and leading me to the bar. He got drunk quickly and was very forward. He slipped his hand further and further down my back until…

This disgusting pervert!

“Less take iss to shumpolce lesh croded,” (Let’s take this to some place less crowded.) he slurred in my ear.

Perfect.

“I know the perfect place.” I led him to a dark back alley.

“Heyyy… wassispolce?” (Heyyy… what is this place?”

“You don’t need to know,” I replied in a calm tone. “But now I need you to do a favor for me. Can you? Oh please be a dear and cooperate for me.” My voice took on a sharper tone as I glared down at the spineless vermin of a man.

“Yer li’l #@%$! Jus way unil I geh my hands on you. You $@##$%#!!” (You little #@%$! Just wait until I get my hands on you! You $@##$%#!!)

“Haha… you’re in the situation and you still don’t know how to talk nicely. How pathetic.” I took out a gun I had concealed in this alley before taking on this mission.

“IF YUH DER LAY A FINER ON M— AGHHH” (IF YOU DARE LAY A FINGER ON M— AGHHH”

I slammed the back of the gun into his mouth. Blood trickled out as a few of his teeth spilled from his mouth.

“Haha… your boldness surprises me. Should I blame your stupid courage on the alcohol?”

“Whaddya wan fromme?” (What do you want from me?) He wheezed out as he tried to form words with his injured mouth.

“Me? Why would I want anything? Hahaha… You’ve ticked a lot of people off, don’t you know?” I raised my gun to his head.

“Ou wounen da!” (You wouldn’t dare!) He glared up at me defiantly.

“Oh, is that right? Wouldn’t I?” I leaned close and let him feel the cool of the gun against is forehead. “Well, I guess I should tell you one last thing before you go. You dear Veronica says hi.”

He went pale and his eyes flew open so wide they looked as though they would pop out. “Wai! No!” (Wait! No!)

*BAM*

“And there goes another successful mission,” I mutter to myself. I reach down into the pocket concealed in my uncomfortably revealing dress and pull out my phone.

“Was the mission successful?” A harsh female voice inquired from the other end of the line.

“No girl will ever be haunted by him again.”

“You never disappoint. Your payment will be waiting for you at the usual place.” *beep*

I let out a sigh. This isn’t exactly the life my parents had imagined for me. That’s for sure. I walk over to an empty window on the side of the building. A lonely girl stared back at me. Long auburn hair rolling in gentle waves down the length of her back. Dark brown eyes hardened from the countless horrible things she’s witnessed. “It’ll be okay. My hard work will pay off eventually. This isn’t all for nothing.” I assured myself.

I checked the messages on the phone I use for missions (because giving my real number out to any of my clients is just asking for trouble). Wow… 100+ different messages… why is everyone out for each other’s necks? Although I suppose I should expect this after training so hard to become the top assassin. I guess I’m going to have a busy week.

As I scrolled through the list of people who contacted me, I noticed one person who sent over 50 messages. What in the…

Please take care of someone for me!

I need the job done as soon as possible!

I’ll pay you twice what any other client will!

I need you to prioritize this.

Three times?

Please respond!

Four times? How about four times?

I’ll give you $1,000,000 final offer.

Ok fine. $2,000,000.

RESPOND!

*50+ messages later*