Sorry its been a while! but here is the next chapter!

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Later that day, I was unpacking my things into my -not so single- room. Pushing my bag full of weapons and various other equipment into my wardrobe, my roommate decided to walk in.

"Oh, hey! You must be my new roommate, my names Lucy." No, I'm an axe murderer waiting to feast on your blood. People here are so stupid.

The girl had long straight blonde hair and eyes rimmed in thick black liner. She was wearing her spencer uniform though it didn't look right, due to her gothic accessories.

"Hey, I'm Jenifer Bond, call me Jen for short." I said with a sweet smile. Ok, not all of what I said was correct, I am called Jenifer, but my last name is McGraw. Obviously I can't keep my actual last name so they let me choose. Bad idea on their part to be honest, they should know I would come up with a cliché name. It doesn't help that when I say my name my English accent becomes more noticeable.

"Me and some friends are going out to the local bar, then to some clubs in town, in about two hours, you wanna come?" though her image shouts scary and depressed, she had the brightest smile that screamed energy!

I looked at the time, it was five o'clock. "Sure, sounds like fun." I grabbed my shower things out of a draw and headed to the door.

"Ok, meet us down in the car park at eight" she smiled and walked over to her wardrobe, "oh, another thing. You'll need a fake I.D. to get served"

"Don't worry, I have it covered" I winked and went to shower. Of course I have it covered; you don't go through years of spy training without having an array of fake passports, driving licences and F.B.I badges. I technically don't exist anyway!

After making use of the 'luxurious spa-like facilities' as the brochure over-exaggerated, I walked back to my dorm clad only in my towel. When I arrived back at my dorm I looked at the time, it was seven o'clock, an hour to go so I put my iPod into my docking station and set it on shuffle. I quickly dried my hair so my shiny brunette locks gently curled to my waist, while the song 'frisky by Tinnie Tempah' blasts out with full bass on. I selected a matching set of red lacy underwear and put them on. Matching underwear just makes me feel good. The beat set it and i dancing crazily around the room.

The song changes to 'Ally and AJ – potential break up song' as I settle to put my make-up on. I rim my eyes with black liner and mascara; apply a light foundation and a clear lip gloss. Looking at the time I only have ten minutes to get dressed and go downstairs.

Quickly, I rummage through my wardrobe and find a dress Ash got me before I left. The dress was black, low cut and short, but not tight, it was loose and I teamed it up with a silver buckle waist belt and my five inch black stilettoes. I also have a thigh Hollister with my gun, never be unprepared. I put on my silver cross necklace and silver bracelet, shut off my speakers, grabbed my bag and iPod and set out the door.

Ring…ring…ring…ring

"Hello?" I say not recognising the number.

"Oh hey it's Lucy! Change of plans, can you meet us at Nicky's please?"

"How did you get my number?" knowing that only one person and the agency has my number I worry.

"oh, I got it off your phone when you were in the shower, you know, in case I needed to get in touch with you, like now" she said so innocently, it was hard to be angry at her. Yeah, there's nothing creepy about someone snooping around your phone when you leave the room. This place is terrible.

"Ok, yeah I'll just put it in my satnav, bye." I threw my phone in my bag.

I make my way to a group of people gathering in the middle of the car park, and realise they are surrounding my baby.

"If I see one finger-mark on her I'm going to chop your finger off using my keys." I blurt out before I remember these people don't know I'm a trained killer and stop myself from adding 'I've done it before'. Which is true, I have, stupid private school 'daddy pays for my drugs' guy, thought he could turn me on by slamming me against my car and roaming his filthy hands on the paintwork. Let's just say, he has a few less limbs now.

"Well, aren't we feisty, I like the bodywork baby, and I'm not just talking about the car?" A sleazy guy with shoulder length hair walks towards me. I have already calculated his height, weight, strength and attitude by now.

"Too bad I don't like yours; I suggest you remove yourself from my air space, before I make your bodywork even worse than it is." His friend's give a collective 'oooooo' which makes me chuckle. While he's bitching to his friends I climb into my black Aston martin DB9 and plug in my iPod. I turn to a song called 'you're the designers, were the deciders' by NotAdvised and English band I love. Turning up the volume full and the bass high, I wind my windows down and put my foot down. On the country roads, I drive well over the speed limit, letting the music pull me in.

As the music changes to a song that has one of the worst memories I have attached, 'Red-Forever', the satnav takes me to a small pub car park. I enter not slowing my speed, and hand-brake Park which makes the car slide into place next to a black hummer, which seems to be unloading passengers.

I let my head fall onto the steering wheel as I try rid my mind of the images that haunt me, whenever I'm reminded of that night.

I rip my iPod out and check my makeup in the mirror. Climbing out of my baby I notice the contents of the hummer were all staring at me in shock. I notice the tall blonde rebel and realise it's the whole gang from lunch.

"You drive this?" blondy looks at the car in disbelief, "like that? In those?" pointing to my shoes.

"Yes, is that a problem?" I smile flirtatiously at him as he looks up at me as his disbelieve turns into lust.

"Damn, that's hot." I ignore him and say hello to the rest of the guys and girls, and turn to walk inside.

I click the alarm on. A small piece of plastic sitting just underneath my left bra strap will send small electrical shots through me if my car is violated, but no alarm will sound outside. Pretty cool, yeah? No, it fucking hurts!

Hearing the boys talk about Reid's pathetic flirting I sway my hips a little more than usual, and when I reach the door I turn over my shoulder and send a little cheeky wink his way. He sends a smirk back. No harm in teasing!