Chapter Two

Three months later...

Richard couldn't be serious. "You want me to kill any innocent woman because she refused to give you some important files?"

"I don't care if my decision sits well with you or not," he replies, his eyes fixed to the screen of his laptop. "C'mon, there's no way I'm doing that," she scoffs. Suddenly the sound of a gun going off catches her off guard. He had shot her!

"Did you just shoot at me?" she hisses . The bullet had hit a black expensive vase behind her causing it to shatter. "The next time you question my judgment, I won't miss." He opens a drawer, pulls out a file and tosses it at her.

"That's everything you need to know about your target," he states, his gaze, once again fixed on the screen. She mumbles a few words and picks up the file.

Name: Christie Jenkins

Age: 35yrs old

Sex: Female

Occupation: Works at a research medical centre upstate in Chicago.

Address: 21 East drive, Oak Avenue.

A picture of Christie was attached to the file. It was a brunette, about a few inches above five feet with a tattoo of a scorpion on her neck.

"I expect to have the document first thing tomorrow morning. I'm supposed to meet up with Eric at the dock" he says. She glances down at her torn leather jacket,

where the bullet had torn through and sighs.

For a month now, Abby had been reconsidering a lot of things. Killing people wasn't part of who she was. Whenever she would go out to get a job done, she would see everyone around her living a normal life, going about their normal duties and there she was, always lurking in the shadows, a dagger and a gun stuffed into the black hoodie she had grown accustomed to wearing.

Serena, on the other hand, didn't look bothered with the life she was living and even though Abby had thought about letting her know of her decision, she still had doubts. Would she rat her out?

Strutting out of the office, she heads back to her room to get changed. As she pushes the door open, she sees Serena in front of the body length mirror fixed to the little closet in their room, dressed in a short red dress which stopped just below her and in a pair of stilettos.

"What's all this?" she asks wearily. "My next target is Nathan Desmond, one of the richest men in Chicago and from the information Samuel gave me, he's heading down to a club upstate," she replies, applying another coating of bright red lipstick on her lips.

"What about you? What're you going to be doing?" She asks, looking away from the mirror. "Richard got me another mission, so I've gotta go too," she replies, slipping out of her jacket and changing into a black turtle neck.

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Christie's house was a cute little bungalow surrounded by flowered pots and gardens too. The scent of all kinds of flowers fills her lungs as she walks into the backyard. Going in through the front door would be risky. The neighbours could easily spot her.

She pulls out a hair pin from her hair, shoves it into the keyhole and jiggles it around. A click sound is heard, then she pushes it open. Glancing down at the watch strapped to her hand, she sighs in relief. She steps over a few old toys scattered all over the floor, making her way into the house, her senses peaked.

A framed picture on the wall next to her catches her attention. It was a picture of a woman smiling down at three bubbly kids who were covered in chocolate cake, little party hats on their head.

Those green eyes, where had she seen them? she wondered.

"Who the hell are you?" says a feminine voice. On instinct, Abby pulls out her gun and spins around on her heels. The woman's eyes widen as she stares down at the 24calibre pistol. "What'd you want?" the woman stutters, fear evidently written on her face.

"You owe my boss some documents," she replies. " What documents? And who are you talking about? ". "I'm talking about Mr.Blue," she replies , suddenly growing impatient. "There's no way I'm giving him those files, they're highly classified an besides, there's no w-"

"Mummy?" . Both women snap their head in the direction of the voice. It was a little boy. "Nathan go inside," the woman chides but the boy doesn't move an inch. "Listen to your mother kiddo, " Abby says, suddenly feeling a sense of déjà vu. The boy runs towards Abby and grabs onto her legs. "Please don't shoot my mummy. She's my best friend," he pleads , his eyes brimming with tears.

Abby stares down at the young innocent seven year old in shock. All these years, Abby had been thought by Richard's psychopathic friends to be numb. In their own words; Don't feel, just kill. It was one rule they lived by, everyday of their lives and she had built a wall around herself. A wall that couldn't be broken down even by pleas or tears but looking at the innocent little kid in front of her, she couldn't help but feel the human in her return. She felt like a monster.

"You don't have to do this," Christie says, her eyes pleading with Abby. Abby studies her and her son. No, she wasn't going to do it. She stuffs the gun into her clothes and sighs in defeat. What had happened to her? This wasn't her. Tears begin to roll down her cheeks. She allowed them to do this to her. Yes, she never fought and look where she was.

To Abby's surprise, Christie hugs her. She tenses up, unsure of what to do. "Wanna talk? You seem... disturbed," she says. Abby frowns at her. "Why are you being nice to me? I just pulled a gun out on you," she states, utterly confused. "I guess its who I am," she shrugs.

Suddenly the door swings open and Richard walks in, a cold expression on his face. Two men also walk into the house.

"I knew you'd screw up anyway. Was that what you came here to do? To cry?" he spits, his face contorted in disgust. "I can't do this anymore Richard," Abby chokes out, another tear rolling down her cheek. He scoffs at her. "Take her away, I'll do it myself then," he says and pulls out a gun.

"Where's the file Christie?" he asks, the gun aimed at her. "I'm not handing it to you!" she replies . "Fine, then I'll just have to take it over your lifeless body. Goodbye Christie" , he says and a gun goes off.

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