A girl loaded her gun quietly but swiftly. She glanced upwards over the bushes and hoped she was well hidden. She mustn't get caught. The expectations were way too high and so were the risks.
A flash of movement and immediately her eyes caught hold of the figure, it was her target. The figure had their back facing her and she watched her target intently, clutching the gun tightly.
Her hair was fair and her eyes, piercing. She was young, too young to be wielding the gun in her hands now…too young to be in this line of business, assassin.
No getting up and raising her gun silently, she shot. The bullet plunged into the man but he wasn't killed. It was only a tranquilizer, luckily for the man. She stalked towards the limp figure and gave the body a kick, no reaction. She raised the phone given to her from the agency and dialed a number.
After a moments pause a voice came out, "Is it done?" A man's voice rasped from the other end.
"Yes, it's done," she simply answered
"We'll come and receive you within ten minutes."
"Okay, I'll be waiting," she said with no emotion expressing in her voice.
She was about to hang out when the voice came again, "Oh yes, and another thing..."
"What is it?" she was feeling impatient, she didn't like where she was but she hardly ever…after all, nowhere was safe but headquarters.
"Good job, Alexis," the line went dead. She snapped her phone shut and slipped it in her pocket.
That was her, Alexis. Alexis Rider.