Chapter N.I.N.E

Surprisingly Braxton was only 5 minutes away, so that gave me a pretty good time window. When I pulled up I could see him through the window. According to the agency he lived alone, so that was good. I turned off the engine, then open the door to let sniper out, then went up to the front door. I knocked three times and took a step back and waited. He got to the door quickly, when he opened the door I was looking down.

"Hi, can I use your pho-" I looked up.

"Mr. Miles?" I exclaimed while pretending to be shocked that this was his house.

"Bailey? What are you doing here?" Braxton asked, while looking very confused.

"I didn't know you lived here. I was walking my dog, when I realized that I had no clue where I was and that I had left my phone at home. So I decided to go knock and ask someone if I could use their phone, so someone could come and pick me up. I guess I just got lucky that it ended up being your house rather than someone I don't know!"

"Yeah, why don't you come on in and use my phone to call your bride. He said while leading me in. The inside of his house was much like my bedroom, empty. There was the back of a couch when I walked in that was facing a tv. Straight ahead there was a kitchen, and from the looks of it he either was a clean freak or he ate a lot of frozen dinners or take out. After the looking at his trash I found out it was the second option.

"You caught me at a good time, I was about to go to the gym." He said while trying to find where he put his phone.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I can find someone else if you have someone waiting for you," I said apologetically.

"No you're fine, I can go whenever, I guess that's the advantage of having no friends. You can do whatever, whenever." [Good. He is alone.] Sighing inwardly, I pulled out my gun as quietly as I could.

"I'm sorry." I said somberly and this time it was genuine. I was about to flip his world upside down, or end it.

"I told you it's fine." He replied with his back still turned.

"Turn around." He did, when he saw that I was holding a gun, he immediately shot his hands into the air. [Typical reaction.] As soon as I pulled my gun out, Sniper started growling.

"Bailey is a some kind of game?"

"Unfortunately not. Take a seat. Please don't try anything, I just want to talk." He sat, when he did I motioned for Sniper to be on high alert and put my gun in my lap.

"Do you remember me yet Braxton?" He thought for a moment, but shook his head.

"Last night, ring any bells yet?" I asked, then it dawned on him.

"You're the girl I slipped into the bar last night!"

"Yes, now keep going."

"You be up that guy, then disappeared."

"Close. I walked to the control room, knocked out the guards, and took the security feed. Then I went to the back and killed that rapist, changed my appearance, and left my burner phone in the back playing gunshot sounds with a built-in speaker."

"Why are you telling me this? I wouldn't have known it was you."

"Well you may have or may not have, but my boss didn't want to bet my life on the fact that you wouldn't, hence why I'm sitting in your living room."

"So you're going to kill me because I might have figured out that you were at the club, and that I might have peace together that you killed that guy." He said, while making it sound like I was a psychopath.

"Who said I was going to kill you? See I don't know why, but I happen to like you. I don't want to kill you, but I will do it, and I won't think twice about sending a bullet flying through your brain. So I need you to make a choice, join the agency and be the killer or I have to kill you. The choice is yours."

"That is messed up!"

"I know. Imagine a 13-year-old having to make that decision." Braxton looked shocked.

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine. I've come to terms with it."

"Ughhh" He said while slamming his fists down on the couch. Sniper instantly ran next to him growling.

"Sniper high alert." I commanded as a patted the floor next to me, so he would come back over.

"Charming dog." Braxton said while raising his hands back up in the air, but I motioned for him to put his hands down.

"Do you only kill rapists and such?"

"No. We take up contracts with anyone who is willing to pay. I recruited you, so if you choose to be an assassin, I will assign your cases. Most of them will be criminals but some won't be and I would expect you to kill them as quickly and as pain-free as possible."

"So I either kill people or I die?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I will kill people." He said matter of factly.

"Why?"

"Well for starters I don't want to die, and I want your help to kill my father. So I kill people for you and your company, then you guys help me find my father and kill him. Painfully."

"Done." Reaching down in my boot I pulled out the giant syringe.

"What is that!?"

"A tracker, also if you go rogue and try to go to the cops or anything we have guys at The Agency that will explode the chip, which releases a poison, killing you within seconds. You swallow this, then it attaches itself to your stomach, it doesn't hurt. Don't try throwing it up or anything, it won't come up. We also have someone who tried to surgically remove it, but if you tamper with it, it explodes also, so don't try that."

"Do I have to? I mean what if I accidentally explodes?"

"It won't." I said we'll tossing him the syringe. Reluctantly he took it and squeezed the chip along with the liquid in the syringe into his mouth.