2 01 | Just Getting Started

K A O R I' S

P O V

I stand on top of the building looking down at the city. The streets would be completely dark if it wasn't for the blinking on and off street lights. I put my Barrett M82 on the floor by my feet and lift the binoculars, that are wrapped around my neck, to look at the two people conversing up to two miles ahead of me in the middle of the street.

I mean it is dark and many people are sleep at this time of night so why not be obvious and be cool without having to always be in the shadows doing dirty work but at the same time if you are doing some illegal shit you have to be on your toes or you'll get busted.

I guess that I'd why I am here, now isn't it?

"What are you waiting for? Hurry and take out the enemy before they get away." He screeches into the earpieces sounding like a dying dolphin.

"I am waiting. All good things come to those who wait." I breathe out a sigh into the cold and frigid air seeing my breath float into the air.

"Waiting for what?" His loud voice continues to bark into the earpiece.

"The perfect shot." I crouch into my position. Holding up my Barrett M82 I look into the scope and aim at the drug dealers who are still talking thinking that no one is watching them.

Buffoon criminals If you ask me. If I was a criminal I would always be looking behind my back and my circle would be small. And on top of that my right hand men would do my dirty work not me.

They would take the code of silence, Omertà and if they talk then death would await them on there beds. Their families would used against them as leverage against them. And only a handful of people would actually know me. To everyone else I'll just be the myth that they work for because no one have ever seen my face and lived to the the tale.

No one will ever know my true identity. Not while there are still breathing anyway.

"Kill Phil." His voice brings me back to reality but nothing interesting have even happened yet. They are still talking and the suitcase is still in Phil's hand. "He is the one who is holding the suitcase. He is bald and-"

"I know Zero." I cut him off thoroughly annoyed. "I looked through the case. Phil Rubs is the drug dealer that has been dealing not only drugs but also vile to inject into people and it makes you do some crazy shit. The police can never locate him because he moves around a lot and he always uses burner phones so they never get a trace. Identity thief is on his criminal record and on top of that he is an important supplier to the major gangs and mafia's in New Zealand. Then we have Larry Dublin. His gang just kills and kidnaps people for the fun of it." I say in a monotonous voice.

"Great job, you actually read the files this time." He says sarcastically.

"I said I looked through. I never read the whole file. There was a lot of words and pages so I just skimmed through it." I can here the smile in my own voice.

"Just shoot." He sighs out sounding exasperated.

I wait. Silently ignoring Zero.

"I swear if he walks out of this living." He growls. "Your ass is on the line."

Phil and Larry shake hands after Phil's hands over the suitcase.

"Shoot Damnit!"

Sighing I pull the trigger hearing the single shoot ring through the silent night, the loud noise comes and goes quickly and I watch as I hit bullseye. Phil falling down dead before he hits the ground. Blood pooling around his head.

Phil's gang stupidly thinking that Larry's gang killed Phil, they do the only thing that they can do just like any other person in their situation; they avenge their dead boss. Though both sides agreed to come alone neither of them actually did.

A dead supplier plus a very alive gang leader that was meeting with that now dead supplier equals a hell of a shootout.

Gunfire is heard miles away from where Phil's gang is having a shootout with Larry's. The smell of gunfire wafts through the air.

Shooting the stragglers that was surprisingly still alive after the onslaught of shots, I get up from my crouched spot.

Taking out my phone from the back pocket of my black skinny jeans. I send a text to Kyle telling him that I am done on my part and that he needs to get a crew to come to clean up this mess. Pressing send I put my phone into the pocket of my black jeans.

I disconnect my earpiece and let it fall to the ground as I crush it under my foot and look at the quiet almost peaceful city. There is a full moon tonight. I feel my hair blow in the wind as I let out a deep breath. In the distance, I heard the sound of police cars.

Putting the gun into the carrier bag I stuff my clips in there. I start towards the metal rail steps that lead into the alley.

I reach the bottom and walk towards my black motorcycle that blends in with the dark. No one could tell it was there and would walk straight past it unless of course, you parked it there. Pulling my hair into a ponytail, I pull off towards the Organization.

A speed through the expressway, and sooner rather than later I come to the 15 story building that has been the bane to my existence.

Parking my bike in the handicapped section, I grab my keys and make my way into the building.

I push open the door and throw the carrier bag to James, who I knew was watching me. "Not tonight. I got things I got to take care of.

"I wasn't going to. I know you do." Comes his gruff voice from behind me by the entrance.

The you-need-to-shappen-up two receptionists, who work the night shift, gave me a dirty look as I walk past them but I ignore them.

I am a woman on a mission.

Plus it's not like its my fault they aren't getting none. I wouldn't want to tap that either.

I tap my finger on top of Mai's desk. "Is Zero in?"

She looks away from her computer and turn towards me giving me a motherly smile. "Yea he is. Let me warn you; he is pissed."

I nod. "I'd expected nothing less." I turn away and start towards the elevators.

"Hey Kaori?" I hum turning towards her with a raised eyebrow. "Be careful. Don't overwork yourself like last time. I dont want anymore calls." She smiles that kind smile - one that mothers would do to their children well not Dorine. The wrinkles on her cheeks, by her eyes, and on forehead make her look older than she actually is.

"Yea okay. Just stop stressing. You already have enough gray hairs."

She laughs a boisterous laugh pretending to wipe a fake tear. "I can't make any promises. You better get going. He is only going to get madder."

Giving her a small smile and a wave of my hand I tred of to Zero's office.

Stepping off of the elevator on floor 13, I keep walking until I get to the familiar hallway that leads to Zero's office.

Walking through the door frame I pretend not to see Zero's personal assistant looking at me with pity.

I open his door without knocking and I see a furious looking Zero fuming at his desk. His face is red, his nose is puffing out like he is an ogre, and you could almost see the steam coming out of his ears.

"Bad timing. I will come back later." I turn around ready leave out the same way I walked in.

"Come back." He basically growls out at me.

I turn back around I close the door behind me. I stay standing by the door, close enough that if anyone was to open the door would hit me in my back.

He sighs heavily. "Come sit down."

"I'd rather stand."

"Sit down."

Silence.

I make no move to sit down.

"Sit the hell down." He growls.

"Listen closely Zero, I am not your lap dog. I have a backbone." I take steps towards his desk. "You will not talk to me any kind of way you want. Respect is earned not given." I stop in front of his desk.

He glares daggers at me that if they were real I would be six feet under. "Your mom needs to bend you over her knee and make you learn some respect."

"Too bad, she is never here then."

"That is because-" I slam my binoculars on his desk.

"I killed Phil and Larry along with their gangs." I cut him off not caring about the same lecture that I know by heart because he always tells me it over and over.

"You were only supposed to kill Phil as it said in the file that you were supposed to read."

Low blow. I skimmed not read it but either way I got the same information from it.

"I know what was in the file." I grit out. "Two birds with one stone. You are welcome."

"You was not supposed to kill Larry or either of their gang members because they are a different case that other people are working on. You were only supposed to kill Phil; that was your mission."

I shrug my shoulders. "It was inevitable. I could not just kill Phil because his gang was there and so was Larry's. There was going to be a shootout either way because Larry, the gang leader, was killed. It doesn't matter by who because both gangs think that the opposite gang went against the agreement; which they both did. So once again you are welcome. Those people should be happy because now they get a new mission." I turn around and walked towards the door.

"Where is the suitcase?"

"Kyle and his team are cleaning up the mess. He should bring it to you once they are done."

"You did well."

I shrug my shoulders and open up the door.

"Where is the bag?"

"I didn't need bring it with me I had my gun. I didn't need anything else."

"You didn't know that. You could have gotten hurt and probably even died."

"I do know because I am alive now and it wasn't even close combat. I had a sniper rifle on top of a building, wearing all black, and I was not within seeing distances in the dark. So yes I could most definitely have gotten hurt or died because those are two very smart assumptions."

"Do you always have to be so sarcastic?" He sighs out pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You always ask me the same question." Annoyance is filed in my voice.

"You never answer."

"And I never will." I close the door behind me as I walk out.

I ignore the burning stare of his PA as I walk out and back towards the elevators.

Stepping off the floor at level 14 I walk to the dorms or more specifically my dorm.

All the other teen agents dorms are on the 15th floor. The only thing on the floor is the a mini kitchen and a lounge.

It's funny really. Them giving us a lounge to make up for the fact that our parents are FBI agents risking their lives and we know so they can't kill us. They are trying to make us feel normal. We can't go to public schools. And we are in danger because our parents professions.

It's all a game to them. The higher ups. The council. We are all pawns in there game and once our parents die we take their place.

A bullshit excuse for living and dying. A cycle called Life.

They think they are serving our country and keeping people safe but in reality we are just killing like the supposed 'bad guys'.

I put my wrist that has the chip in the scanner and a second later the green dot pops up and I open my door coming face to face with the all to familiar room.

Walking inside I slam it closed behind me trying to clear my thoughts. It's not like they matter anyway.

Nothing comes in response from my actions but it's not like I expect anything to. After all, I am the only person on this floor.

According to Zero I don't have what other people call people skills.

I don't communicate with others and I tend to ignore them but on special occasions, I might answer and if I do it will be a sarcastic answer. Usually, when I ignore people they attend to get annoyed and then they get mad and then confrontations arise.

So now I have a whole floor to myself. Well, at night at least cause during the day people come down to the lounge and they got to eat I guess.

Honestly it's kind of funny that Zero thinks that just because I am isolated from everyone else and have a lot of space to myself that I won't cause any trouble. It isn't like I do anyway its just that people have a tendency to not keep their mouths closed and I would probably say that I have a small temper, anger issues, and I get annoyed very easily.

Walking to the bathroom I strip myself of the gunpowder smelling clothes. I tip my hair tie out of my hair and place it on the sink.

Turning on the hot water I step inside the shower ready to clean this filth called my body.

Ten minutes later I move the shower curtain stepping out of the shower and wrap a towel around my body.

I stand right across from the mirror looking at myself. The same hazel colored eyes staring back at me. The same ginger red hair, the same facial features, the same body; a replica stares back.

Sighing I turn away and walk back into my room. After drying off, I put on my undergarments with a blank tank top and a pair of black spandex shorts.

I walk to my black and red themed bed and lay down getting under the crimson duvet.

Sleep doesn't come easily so I stare at the ceiling. Closing my eyes does not contrast from when my eyes are open; either way, everything is pitch black.

Evening my breathing, turning on my side, and closing my eyes; none of them help me sleep.

So I so lay there with my mind wide awake, and my body in a deep coma-like sleep.