I open the large double doors and make my way down to the large throne room in an ancient Italian building. The only sound is my black stilettos coming in contact with the tile floors. I just bought them a few days ago and they look so good with my outfit. I'm wearing dark blue skinny jeans, and black tank, and a black leather jacket. My chestnut brown hair is in wavy curls that end just below my mid back. I'm definitely rocking the dark look. As I make my way down the hall, I notice how it opens up to a larger and I mean larger room, it's pretty damn big. There are large columns that come down on each side of the area, which separates the room into three sections. I have never been to these quarters before. We have two large headquarters and this one is never used, unless of course the Boss is in the area. Our main quarter is in Washington State, it's a top secret facility. I make my way to the middle of the room and stand in front of a numerous number of men. I focus my attention on the man who screams "I am in charge".
"Jack." I said in a flat voice.
"Anastasia, I am so glad you could make it on short notice." How many times have I told him about calling me Anastasia?
"As I have told you before, it's Ana, now what did you call me all the way over here for, since a conversation over the phone wasn't an option." I look at the men on either side of the boss and smirk, when I see one of them checking me out. Ugh. Disgusting.
"Patience, Ana. I have a job for you to do." Oh, well this is great.
"Jack, come on. You have given me ten jobs in the last week, can't you give me a small break?" I exclaimed. I have been working my ass off to get these jobs done and to make them clean. "Can't you get someone else to do it? There are a number of members who have free time it. God knows they don't do a damn thing." I muttered the last part under my breath, so only I could hear.
"Yes. You are right Ana. I could ask another member, but you see, this is an important job and you are my best employee. I wouldn't ask anyone else to take on this task. But you, now you can do this." Damn straight I can do it. I am number one and I beat out anyone when it comes to my job and seeing as I am the only female in this division I'd say I'm pretty damn good. I place my hand over my hips and look at Jack directly in the eye. "I'm serious Ana, I trust no one else to get this job done." Goddammit!
"You know what Jack, your right. These pussy's can't do shit, but I can." I wave my hand in a dismissal manner towards then men.
"Watch it woman," says a bulky male, the one who was checking me out.
"Or what? What are you gonna do? Just stand there and shut it, while we," I gesture between me and Jack, "adults are talking."
"Ana, that's enough, Alex, you too. Now please, I need you to do this." Jack interrupts just before the guy decided to get tough a stalk over. I look back at Jack and shake my head.
"Fine, but when it's over I want a weeks' vacation! No if ands or buts!" I say. If he says no, well then he is going to have to find someone else to do his dirty job.
"Okay fine." Great. I roll my eyes. I was hoping he was going to say no so that I didn't have to do shit. Just my luck.
"That means no damn phone calls or messenger boys, such as Alex here, to come and deliver another job." I'm sorry but I have to piss this guy off, it's just too funny.
"Alright Ana, I will give you my word." Jack replies, in a frustrated tone.
"What is it you need me to do?" I ask, getting a little impatient and throwing him some attitude.
"If it wasn't for you being so highly intelligent, and possessing the skills that you do, I would have you out on your ass and taken out." Yeah, it's true, but I honestly couldn't give a shit.
"Please Jack, you need me more than I need you, your threats don't scare me, now enough of that. Let's get down to business. What is it that you need me to do?" He tosses down a manila folder out onto the table in front of him. It says CONFIDENTIAL in big red letters across the front. I pick it up in my hands, this thing is thick as fuck, and open to the first page. There is a black and white picture of a male, it's not a very good picture, it looks like it was a camera shot from those convenient stores. I can't tell who this guy is. I look up at Jack.
"Ana, I need you to assassinate Christian Grey."
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It's two in the morning and I have had five cups of coffee. I have gone through this man's file over and over again. I have never heard of Christian Grey and he seems to be pretty good at keeping himself under the radar. He isn't even anywhere on google. Everyone is on google, what the hell? From what I have read in this folder he pretty much gets other's to do his job, which is a smart move for him. The fact that only our division has this information, tells me they have sent someone to go under cover a few times. The only thing I know Is Christian Grey is good at what he does and he is located somewhere in New York. It says here that he has control over the F.B.I division in New York. Woah. That's not good. If he has that kind of power there is no telling what he is capable of. He also forced the bureau to release some really dangerous men. But most importantly, he is creating illegal lethal weapons that could destroy two states with one hit. This man is dangerous and will take a lot of work, more than I'm willing to put in. What I don't understand is who this guy Braden Cross is. His name pops up a few times in the file, but there doesn't seem to be a connection, at least none that I can find based of the information. Well there is only one thing to do. Google him.
"Alright Braden Cross, who are you?" I whisper to myself.
He's a business man. Huh? What does a business man have to do with a man like Christian Grey. I click on Wiki to see what his bio says.
Braden Cross is a business man in New York. He went to Harvard for two years but then dropped out to start his own business. He specializes in technology and creates new software and all different types of apps.
Really? That's it? No family, where he was born, and the high schools he went to? Ugh this is pointless. Hey, at least there's a picture right. He is pretty cute, handsome actually. Okay Ana focus. I reached for my phone and dialed. Ring…Ring…Ring…Ring. He better pick up if he know whats good for him. Ring.
"Ana.."
"Jack, who is this Braden Cross?" I said, cutting him off.
"Ah. I was wondering when you would call. I do not know. That is what I need you to find out. I had two assassins go under cover but they never came back to report to me. Those papers in the folder is what they emailed to me before I ever heard from them again."
"How long have they been gone? And why didn't you tell me any of this?" I ask in an exasperated voice.
"I didn't tell you because it wasn't your mission, but now I see that I need my most experienced assassin, I have decided to place you on the assignment, but in order to get you close enough to kill him, you need to get close to him. I need you to go undercover as well as assassinate. Now before you say no, I will double your pay." I let out a long exasperated, over dramatic sigh.
"Who am I going under cover as?" I asked.
"I need you to become the assistant for Braden Cross. He is hiring for that position. Now we know there is some sort of connection between the two, we just don't know what. That's what I need you to find out."
"Alright. When do I start?"
"You leave tomorrow morning. The private jet will be waiting for you and take off is at 8 am." What the fuck? Are you serious?
"Damn. Alright then." I end the phone call and bang my head against the table a few times. Ugh. Can this get any worse? I work so much. I have like no friends and it's been forever since I've been shopping. I lift my limp body off the chair and walk a few feet to my bed. I have a loft so my living room, my bed, and my kitchen are all in one room. The bathroom and the closet are the only spaces that are closed off my doors. I reach under my bed and grab all my black suit cases. I zip them open and then walk to my closet. I open the door and walk down the short hall passing up clothes on each side.
Let's see, what does one wear to both assassinate and go undercover as an assistant? I definitely need black slacks and oh a blazer. What else? I have to be casual too, you know, to blend in. I need my best skinny jeans and some cute blouses and t-shirts. I need a hoodie, my leather jacket, and a larger coat. It is October after all, so it's going to be a little chilly. I reach and grab each item and stack them all on my arm. I walk out over to my bed and dumb the items in my suit case. I have no time to fold.
As I walk back to my closet, I hear a thud sound coming from the window. What the hell? I've seen enough scary movies in my life to know, that I don't need to be anywhere near that window. I hesitantly walk into my closet to the very back and part the clothes down the middle. There is a hidden switch to the right. I flick it, and the wall separates revealing another room that holds all my precious weapons. I quickly grab my tranquilizer in one hand and my favorite knife in the other. I step back out of the room and notice my pair of red pumps. "I've been look all over the place for these damn shoes." I take them with me and throw them onto the suitcase.
I feel a breeze and look up. The window is open. Shit. Whoever is in here is going to pay.
"Uhmm." I swing my body around and see a dark figure standing in the threshold of my bathroom.
"Who the fuck are you?" I spit at him.
"I believe I'm a pussy?" the intruder said. Wait what? He just called himself a pussy. I held back a laugh. The stranger moved from the bathroom. Oh shoot. It was Alex.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" I snarled at him.
"Jack should have gave me this mission." Oh is that what this is about. Alex is a really good assassin; I would be scared if he came after me. But the thing is I'm not an inexperienced citizen. I am the assassin, that is to be feared about all others, at least when I'm on the job. I've had more kills and they have all been clean, with no complications.
"Well tough nuts, pal, the mission is mine." He gave me a look of disgust and I gave one right back.
"You see. That isn't gonna work for me." Oh so he's gonna fight me for it. I toss my knife and tranquilizer on the bed, to make it a fair fight.
Look at all the fucks that I give. I don't care what works for you, now get the hell out or you'll regret ever having the idea of coming to confront me. It's almost three in the goddamn morning. I'm tired and I have to be up by 7 in order to get on the private jet to MY mission."
Yup. That definitely set him off. He took two huge strides and swung his arm back, ready to strike me in the face. Before he could hit me, I dropped to the floor and side kicked his legs out from under him, making him fall to the ground. He rolled over onto his stomach and pushed himself off the ground. Already on my feet, I kicked him in the gut. He got winded for about two second and then grabbed my arm pulling me to him. My back was against his chest and he had his arm around my neck.
"I didn't want to fight you Ana, but I guess I have to since you won't give up the mission easily." He was breathing really hard against my ear.
"You really think I'm going to make this easy for you? Jack didn't pick you for reason sweetie." I jabbed my elbow twice in his rib cage. When he loosened his grip on me and reached to hold his side I turned my body so that I was facing him, and then racked him in his balls. Dropping to his knees, I decked him four times in the face and he knocked out cold. I took a deep breath, and contemplated on what I was going to do with him. Making my final decision I grabbed him by the arms, and dragged him to the window. I looked over and noticed that the garbage dumpster was open and ready to make room for some unwanted trash. I used all the strength a women could have at three in the morning and lifted him up and over the window.
"You can leave the way you came in." I muttered. I dropped him and watched as he fell. Clank. He hit his head on the side of the dumpster. "Someone's gonna have headache in the morning." I closed and locked the window.
I return to my closet and pack the remaining items that I need. My bra's, panties, socks, ten different pairs of shoes, my makeup, my hygiene products, and of course all my favorite weapons. I absolutely don't go anywhere with a weapon. I packed two pistols, two machine pistols, my M27 IAR, a M9A1, my python, a dozen grenades, an M60, a couple of knives, and a bazooka. Yes I packed a bazooka, you never know when you'll need it. I also packed my nook, along with its charger and my iPod touch.
After I finished all my packing, I through my packed suitcases on the floor, through back my white fluffy comforter of my bed and jumped into the sweet smelling sheets. I was out the moment I put my head down.
***Thoughts?***
