Looking for Dick (3)

Carson City, NV

With the feelings my partner was making me feel, I was scared. I just wanted to find Richard Brody and be done with it, so I could go back to the Association and request a different partner, but I wasn't sure I wanted our time together to end. Romantic relationships between partners was not tolerated at all, and it would mean bad news for the both of us if we were caught. Relationships were an unnecessary distraction and in previous years had caused casualties of highly trained assassins, and had therefore been outlawed. However, if we switched partners I'd never see him again... I wasn't ready for a relationship with anyone at all, I wasn't sure if I ever would be. With our job, though, with the things we've seen and gone through, he'd understand, and I wouldn't be able to find anyone like that. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. I had never had to make decisions like this before, I started training for the Association when I was twelve, way before I had any commitments to people outside of my job. I had a lot to think about, and the hours we were about to spend in a car together was not going to help. I needed space, and I wasn't about to get it.

We pulled up to Miss Brody's house at three o clock in the afternoon. I had already started munching on my fries, and my partner reached for the bag to grab his food. The next half hour was spent with silence with the exception of the sounds of us eating and drinking. Thankfully, minutes after we had finished our food, Shelly Brody came home from wherever she was.

"Here we go," I said as soon as she entered the house. People that had just got home had a horrible habit of not locking the door behind them. A minute after she had closed the door, we quietly opened it behind her. I had the zip ties, my partner had the bag. He really did love putting that bag over people's heads. I allowed him to go first, to disorient her before I tied her hands with the zip ties. And that was exactly how it went. Shelly was at the kitchen counter, looking at a recipe for dinner for one on her phone, and suddenly she was blinded. Her hands were roughly pulled behind her back and tied with plastic, and she was moved, jerked and pulled in every which way. She screamed, but of course, as soon as she did she was hit over the head.