Bellarke assassin au

"Her name is Clarke Griffin. She's seventeen years old and her father has been a threat to our business for years. Dying from cancer he should no longer be any trouble, his daughter however has been extensively trained and I have no doubts that she will be straight onto our men when her father passes on the information. I'm putting you on this job as you're our youngest employee, making it far easier for you to get close to her," the dark skinned man explained to one of his most valued men as he passed files and pictures across the table that was in between them.

"Why would I need to get close to her, Sir?" The tall, yet slightly shorter than the other, man asked.

"This is an intricate job. She's got the reflexes of a scorpion and the intellect of a dolphin. She also probably has a weapon on her at all times. You need to get her guard down then strike. Leave no traces, we're the first people they will go to if they find out their precious princess is dead."

"Who is 'they?'"

"The government."

"I'm going after a governors daughter?" He exclaimed, slamming his hands on the table.

"Calm down, if I thought you wouldn't be able to handle it I wouldn't put you on job. Make the kill, you're done and we'll get you out of the city."

"I go down I'm taking you with me, Lincoln."

The man grinned. "I don't doubt it."

It took four days after arrangements were made for Clarke's father to pass away. She knew any business that he had was now on her back. Their government had been corrupt for long before she was born, nothing was done the way it should have. Killing and torture was the way they earned their pay, democracy and communism was no longer a thing now being in the twenty third century. She was aware of how unfair things were run. And she planned to change things, albeit would it hard with the uncertainty of her life and the constant looking over her shoulder. But with the plans she had in mind, she could live in peace with the north council who wished death upon her and her family.

She was smart, beyond it in fact. She was trained in martial arts and jujitsu. She also gained knowledge of pressure points and easy death paths with the volunteer work she did alongside her mother who worked in the infirmary at her fathers work place which, if the north council could be counted on, was busy the majority of the time. It took her barely twenty minutes to stop crying, she was used to losing people. She had lost her best friend Wells when she was fifteen, his father not too long after, a small girl she had once worked with named Charlotte, and now, her father. It was in her training, loss was a part of living. The only way she coped is remembering her fathers words every time she feels like falling apart.

'You will go through loss after loss but you will always gain something in return.'

She gained strength with Wells, immunity with Jaha, power with Charlotte and complete and utter numbness with her father. The only person she had left to lose was her mother.

She was sitting alone reading a newspaper in a coffee shop, avoiding faces and names whilst she sat in serenity. She was dressed just like a normal teenager: a white dress with a jean jacket, brown boots and a bag that matched the colour of her shoes. Perfectly normal. Yet, if you opened up her bag and noticed her magnum revolver and safety grenade, you'd change your opinion in a heartbeat. Lucky for Bellamy, he didn't need x-ray vision to know what was hiding in her handbag.

He made his way over to her slowly, drawing no attention to himself as he threw glances at one of his colleagues opposite the room. Giving a firm nod to the other man, he sat down opposite the blonde. He was lucky that she was attractive it made the whole 'get her to fall in love with you and then kill her' ordeal a whole lot easier.

She looked up from her paper and raised a questioning eyebrow, looking him up and down.

"Can I help you?" She asked with snark, setting her paper down as she sipped her coffee slowly.

"I was wondering if I could buy you a drink," he said mechanically, slicking back his gelled hair.

"I've got one, thanks," she replied with no enthusiasm or emotion in her voice whatsoever.

"No such thing as too much coffee."

"Actually, if one consumes over 400 milligrams of coffee a day can be enough to shut down all internal organs therefore resulting in death."

"You must be the life of the party."

"I've been told."

Bellamy let himself smile, actually enjoying the company of this girl. Well, at least it won't be absolute torture to spend time around her for the next month or two.

"You like cake? Who doesn't like cake? Let me buy you a slice of cake."

"You know what I'd really like? It's unfortunate it isn't on the menu."

"We can ditch this place and go get it."

"Money can't buy this. What I really want, is for you to leave me alone."

"No can do, princess, I'm being paid for this."

Clarke tensed slightly but enough for Bellamy to notice and let out a huff of amusement.

"This is entirely a bet and I have to get you talk to me for a whole ten minutes and then I can be on my way," he lied, watching her shoulders drop in relief.

"Oh... Right, well... Have fun sitting there for five minutes whilst I ignore you."

"Oh, I will."

Three minutes had passed and it felt like a lifetime for the blonde. She took casual glances at him and he still stared down at her contently.

"If I allow you to buy me a drink will you leave me alone?"

"Probably."

She sighed, putting down her newspaper. "Fine, I will have a caramel apple cider."

"Got it," he said, standing up from his seat.

"With extra caramel and cream."

"Okay."

"And I'll have a slice of oreo cheesecake and if they still have them, those really expensive crisps imported from Portugal."

Bellamy knew what the girl was trying to do, she was trying to outspend him, see how far he would go to get this girls number. Little did she know that as an assassin his pay was beyond decent and he carried most of his cash on him considering he could be in the predicament to move to a different state at any given time.

"Anything for you, Princess."

"Why did you call me that?" She asked, a little taken back by the statement.

She had him there. He couldn't just blatantly tell her that he knew she was the governors daughter and in blatant terms, pretty much the literal princess of the country. Instead he grinned and pointed to her hair.

"Your hairstyle kind of looks like a crown, don't you think?" She touched her hair, looking back up at him with her eyebrows furrowed. "Now, let me get you that drink... And extras that Miss insists on."

"You do that."

He gave her a quick wink before walking up to the counter to flirt with the cashier in order to get a discount on their beverages. She took the opportunity to call her mom quickly.

"Hello?" The middle aged woman answered on the other side of the phone.

"Mom, what did you say the guys name was?"

"Who?"

"You know, the one who dad told me to watch out for."

"Lincoln, I think. I know it started with an L. He's a tall black man, you won't miss him. He's quite intimidating. Also, he spoke about a man named Murphy. Or that's what his last name was, I can't recall his first."

"Have you seen him before?" Clarke raised one eyebrow, her mother never telling her anything about her coming into contact with the assassin.

"It's nothing for you to be concerned about. Why are you asking me these questions?"

Clarke looked up from her phone to see the man approaching her with their coffees. "Nothing, gotta go, bye."

"Who was that?" He asked, placing them down on the table.

"Um, just my mom, what did you say your name was?"

"I don't recall that I did. It's Bellamy."

"And your last name?"

He squinted his eyes at her. "Blake..."

He wasn't sure why he was giving her all of this information. She could have files upon files of him and be put off as soon as he said his name. Luckily she didn't seem phases, she just nodded her head and took her cider from his grasp.

"Why so curious?"

"I um... I just have to be careful."

"Of what?"

He knew what. This made the whole thing a lot easier; she now didn't peg him as someone who was after her and within fifteen minutes of meeting her he had already broken down the first barrier she had up to protect herself. Piece of cake, that's what this was going to be. He couldn't think of the reason why Lincoln would want him to be so careful about this, she seemed helpless, definitely not someone who possessed the skills he seemed to have led on about.

"Stalkers. I had this boyfriend back in high school and he's been sending his friends to try and get me to meet up with him. It's a bit weird."

Lies. He could tell whether he knew the real reason or not. She had done something she hadn't the whole time they had spoken until that moment when she lied. Her lip would raise ever so slightly, as if she was going to speak the truth but didn't know where to begin. If he had not been trained in detecting dishonesty, she'd probably have gotten away with it. She wasn't a bad liar, she was just bad at smelling an assassin when she was sitting right opposite one.

"Stalkers. Well, I'd love to talk more about stalkers over dinner some time. I've had my fair share of my own."

"I-"

"And before you say no, I'd be inclined to tell you that my father is an FBI agent and if I wish to track you down, I will. Go out with me and rid yourself of one stalker."

She shook her head and let out a breath of air. "Okay, but under my terms. We're going to have a fantastic night and if there is one moment where I am dissatisfied I will never speak to you again and you will agree that you will not think of me once more. The grill at eight on Saturday. Be there with no excuses, not a minute late and don't try to convince me you're doing something on that day because if you want me to go out with you, you'll make it happen. Good bye."

He didn't have a chance to say a word before the bell on top of the caffe rang and all he could see was her exiting the joint. He smiled to himself.