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Cassie's Café.

One of Chicago's popular hot spots for everyone's caffein needs. But Beca didn't come here tonight for their famous Mocha's.

"Peter! Great to see you again." The barista behind the counter greeted one of the regulars as he entered the café.

"Evelin, how are you?"

Peter Gordon. According to the text message on Beca's cell phone, this man upset the wrong people. Her job was simple. Take out the target. And she needed to do it before his meeting in ten minutes.

Beca watched Peter order his coffee from her table in the far corner of the café. Taking small sips of her own coffee, she typed a few commands into her terminal on her computer until a small window appeared on her screen and with a smirk she hacked into Peter's phone using the free wifi provided by the café.

"What do we have here, Pete?" Beca looked through the files that were on Peter's phone until she came across one labeled: Surveillance. Now, this wasn't part of her deal with her...customer, for lack of a better term, but call her an over achiever.

With a curious tilt of her head, Beca opened up the file and watched as a video played of a man caught on surveillance breaking into the CEO's office of Malcolm Corp, the major business company in Chicago.

Beca pulled out her phone and dialed a number, after a ring, someone answered and Beca grinned.

"Hi, Brandon. This is the, uh, exterminator."

"Did you take care of my...rat problem?"

Beca smirked as she leaned back into her chair, "Not yet," she opened up her direct deposit account on another window on her computer, "I'm still seeing zero's here, dude."

"I told you...you'll get your pay when the job is done!"

Beca looked up at Peter and saw that he was still talking with the barista.

"I need some motivation because, you see, he has a meeting with your boss in a few minutes. So unless you want him to tell the big guy about how you've been breaking into his office to compromise with your company's funds - which I learned from this surveillance video he got of you here - I'd suggest you send the money now."

"Your job was to take him out before he got to that meeting!"

"Dude, I found evidence for you." Beca shrugged, "Which I could delete as well if you cooperate. Or...I could anonymously send it to your employer and let Peter walk free. You have about a...five second window here, Brandon. Your friend is leaving the café."

Beca watched as Peter made his way out the café with his coffee in hand.

"Fuck! F-Fine!"

Beca smiled as she saw the zero's increase by 100,000.

"That's the pay for taking care of your rat problem, Brandon. I found a few bugs hidden away, remember? I plan on taking care of that problem too for another hundred thousand."

"For the love of-...fine."

Beca watched the balance increase to 200,000.

"Pleasure doing business with you."

"Go to hell!"

Beca ended the call and quickly collected her stuff after she deleted the file of the evidence before she exited the café in time to see Peter take a short cut through an alley.

She followed him quietly, taking cover in the shadows and behind corners before she pulled out her phone to connect to his. She sent a command from one device to the other and watched as he got distracted by a sudden beeping coming from his phone, followed by an image of a pixelated music note.

"The hell...?" Peter tapped on his screen trying to rid it from the disturbance. Not at all noticing Beca coming up behind him with a gun accessorized with a silencer.

"Brandon sends his regards." Beca said, her voice echoed off the walls of the alley and Peter jolted in surprise as he turned around. He furrowed his eyebrows when he saw Beca raising her gun at him, her face covered by a black tube mask.

She pulled the trigger and Peter fell back with a thud, his body laying on the ground as blood began to trickle down the bullet hole between his eyes.

Beca took a photo as proof and sent it to Brandon before she kept her head down as she walked away from the scene.

Beca walked into her apartment and just as she shut the door behind her, a distant clatter coming from somewhere within the apartment made her freeze and look around. The lights were off except for a mellow gloom shining in from the window as the moon shined bright in the sky.

Beca raised her gun and took small steps as she walked through her apartment in search of the intruder. Another clatter followed by a light murmur came from the kitchen and Beca quickly pivoted her feet and went to investigate.

Coming around the corner of the kitchen entry way, Beca kept her aim forward while she used her elbow to turn on the light.

The intruder jolted in surprise, hitting the back of his head in the process of pulling it out of the fridge. At the sight of the gun in Beca's hand, he dropped to the floor.

"Woah - ! Oh shit! Wait!"

Beca blinked in surprise, "Jesse! God! I almost shot you!"

Jesse picked himself up from the floor, a beer in his hand, "The lights were off, I thought you were sleeping."

Beca lowered her gun and placed it on the counter next to the sink.

"I was working." She said nonchalantly as Jesse passed her a beer.

"Being a killer for hire requires long hours now?" Jesse scoffed as he took a swig from the bottle.

Beca rolled her eyes, "I'm a hacker. The hits just come along with the job."

"Right." Jesse said unconvinced. He's been with Beca through most of her jobs and the majority are requests for taking out problems or inconveniences. But a paycheck is a paycheck, as Beca says. "You know there's other jobs for good pay out there."

Beca smirked, "Well, you know what they say. Stick to what you know. So, I'll be sticking to my laptop and side arm."

Jesse sighed and shook his head, "I know you will. Just - "

"Be careful." Beca cut him off, "I know."

Jesse nodded. He cared about his best friend. And while he may not always agree with her life choices and how she chooses to make a living, he'll always try to make sure she was safe.

"Can I sleep on your couch tonight, by the way?"

Beca frowned, "What's wrong with your place?"

"My landlord changed my lock again. I'm two months late with rent." Jesse ran his fingers through his hair and sighed.

Beca bit her lip, "Jess, just let me help you out with some money-"

"No." Jesse raised a finger, "I don't wanna have to feel like I owe you."

"You don't have to." Beca smiled, "Just let me do you a solid."

"Let me figure something out. If I can't come up with the money before my deadline next week, I'll come back."

"Fine." Beca nodded, "You know where the blankets and stuff are. You still have a few clothes here too, they're in the closet by the bathroom."

Jesse patted her on the shoulder as he walked passed her, "Thanks, Becs."

Beca stood there for a moment longer before she decided to go to bed. When she walked into her bedroom, she placed her beer on the night stand and with a sigh she dropped onto the bed. She's been on her feet for nearly two days straight and she was finally able to shut her eyes.