Cat And Mouse, chapter 1
"Are you sure we've got the right place?"
"I do not know. You've got the papers."
She cleared her throat and pulled tightly on the beige skirt she was wearing. It was too tight and was chaffing her leg. Her partner looked strangely at her, twisting his head.
"Something wrong?" He gestured towards her feet, which were bare, a pair of heels resting not far behind.
"I hate dressing up like this."
"Part of the job." He flipped up the solid, red tie that was draped around his skinny neck. It didn't seem to quite fit with his scraggly hair and round, slightly dazed eyes.
"You know you should wear ties more often." She quickly shut her mouth and blushed deep rouge. "I mean, uh... "
"No, no I get what you're saying." He nodded firmly and then grabbed the doorknob. "Time we get this over with. Poor bastard."
One light in the corner of the small white house was shining. Through the open blinds, the TV could be seen; some type of game show currently being watched.
The woman picked up one of her heels and placed them on her feet. The metal from the steel on the tips gleamed in the moonlight. "Just another day," she said, mostly to herself and then kicked down the door.
They drew their guns; they were small but could take someone out in one shot. They carried them in a type of manner only a trained assassin would. Except that's exactly what they were. The kitchen was relatively easy to maneuver around, most of the furniture was intact and a good portion of the food remained in the refrigerator, unlike most of the houses they went to.
He didn't seem too surprised that they were there. He still pleaded for his life, as they all do, and then moved on to a more violent attempt at saving himself. Neither ever worked. But when she delivered the one and only bullet, he had a look on his face of complete understanding.
She brushed the hair out of her face and reached knowingly into a drawer by the bed. Her hand fumbled around for a second before pulling out a manila folder, sealed with a thick, black mark labeled CONFIDENTIAL. She laughed at how cliché this must've looked to anyone who'd seen it before. Unfortunately, anyone who would never had the chance to do so, because she promptly took out a lighter and set the piece of envelope aflame then dropped it onto a pile of sheets at the end of the bed to set fire to the rest of the house. The two walked calmly out of the house. Business as usual.
"I do not know. You've got the papers."
She cleared her throat and pulled tightly on the beige skirt she was wearing. It was too tight and was chaffing her leg. Her partner looked strangely at her, twisting his head.
"Something wrong?" He gestured towards her feet, which were bare, a pair of heels resting not far behind.
"I hate dressing up like this."
"Part of the job." He flipped up the solid, red tie that was draped around his skinny neck. It didn't seem to quite fit with his scraggly hair and round, slightly dazed eyes.
"You know you should wear ties more often." She quickly shut her mouth and blushed deep rouge. "I mean, uh... "
"No, no I get what you're saying." He nodded firmly and then grabbed the doorknob. "Time we get this over with. Poor bastard."
One light in the corner of the small white house was shining. Through the open blinds, the TV could be seen; some type of game show currently being watched.
The woman picked up one of her heels and placed them on her feet. The metal from the steel on the tips gleamed in the moonlight. "Just another day," she said, mostly to herself and then kicked down the door.
They drew their guns; they were small but could take someone out in one shot. They carried them in a type of manner only a trained assassin would. Except that's exactly what they were. The kitchen was relatively easy to maneuver around, most of the furniture was intact and a good portion of the food remained in the refrigerator, unlike most of the houses they went to.
He didn't seem too surprised that they were there. He still pleaded for his life, as they all do, and then moved on to a more violent attempt at saving himself. Neither ever worked. But when she delivered the one and only bullet, he had a look on his face of complete understanding.
She brushed the hair out of her face and reached knowingly into a drawer by the bed. Her hand fumbled around for a second before pulling out a manila folder, sealed with a thick, black mark labeled CONFIDENTIAL. She laughed at how cliché this must've looked to anyone who'd seen it before. Unfortunately, anyone who would never had the chance to do so, because she promptly took out a lighter and set the piece of envelope aflame then dropped it onto a pile of sheets at the end of the bed to set fire to the rest of the house. The two walked calmly out of the house. Business as usual.
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