The girl sat on the top of what looked like a abandoned light house. Her pale and almost stick thin legs swinging over the side from the rusty railings. She had a head set that plugged into a laptop that illuminated the pale feature on her face and made her red brown hair shimmer slightly. She typed swiftly and quickly with long elegant fingers and didn't seem bothered about the wind wiping past that blew strand of her hair across her eyes or made her baggy clothes whip round her. Instead she just seemed to have a blank expression, hard and stoic like stone.
Then the head set rang.
She pressed an elegant finger against its side and spoke. "Hello" She went back to typing almost immediately as she answered.
"X- 0-9. This is you correct?" A voice crackled over the line.
"Of course it's me you dim wit, who else is going to answer." She snapped coldly and she knew the man on the other side would be taken aback. "Look, you're new. You don't understand these procedures right now, I get it. But kid when it comes down to me, I don't give a dam. Got it." she ignored the fact that the man on the other side was more likely a 21 year old and she was technically still 15 and the term 'kid' was contradictory but she did it to everyone.
"Oh, um. Yes, yes." She muttered something silently still typing.
"Ok right now what updates have you got for me." she went straight back to business as usual.
"Um, right. They've been spotted of the cost of north Carolina." He started giving co-ordinates when she interrupted half way through.
"I know where they are." She could almost see the man blink on the other end. "I've been there." She muttered.
"Oh um." He didn't get to say anything else.
"I'm sending the details over now and I'm expecting to be in the range of the target by dawn tomorrow morning if I have no mishaps on the way." She said and went to hang up when she stopped. "And tell who ever the heck is in charge bud, that if they send any of there so called 'back up' again, then they'll be getting a lot more than a bag of blood and blots back. Gottcha. Good." With that she pulled the head set off clicked enter and closed the laptop. Sliding everything into a slim black shoulder bag, before she stood up and climb on top the rusted railings and with a smirk pushed herself off. Enjoying the wind rushing through her hair in the free fall before snapping open two thin black skin wings barely five feet of the floor and soaring low over the empty ground and then out over the Atlantic sea.
