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Wesley stat motionlessly at the desk he spent so many waking hours at. His eyes were heavy as he struggled to keep them open. His arm was the only thing keeping his head from hitting his keyboard.
His head began to slide down his arm as all hope of staying awake disappeared. He distantly felt his head begin to sink when a loud, ear piercing noise, reminiscent of his morning wake-up call, startled him awake. "FOR GOD SAKE WESLEY!" his Boss bellowed, slamming his over sized, hairy fist onto the desk directly in front of Wesley for maximum effect. Wesley sprung out of his chair and found himself stood before his Boss, who was a lot taller than him -as were most people- and Wesley didn't know how to handle the situation. It wouldn't have been as bad if it was the first time it had happened, but for Wesley it wasn't even the first time that week. He thought it was probably better to let him do the talking as he didn't want to get himself into any more trouble. Instead he just stood, silently looking at his feet. "HOW MANY TIMES HAS THIS GOT TO HAPPEN BEFORE YOU GET THE MESSAGE? I DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE I CAN SAY THAT I HAVEN'T ALREADY SAID." Wesley daren't look up, the tone of his bosses voice was enough to tell him that he wasn't exactly pleased with him. His tone softened slightly but still remained firm and maintained authority. "I can't give you any more chances Wesley, this is it. Once more and you're out of here, clear?" Wesley nodded gormlessly until his boss was satisfied and walked away.

He slumped back in his chair immediately and let out all the air in his lungs in the form of a long, loud sigh. He scratched his head and resumed his blank staring. He hated the routine that faced him every day but changing it required to much effort and energy that he just simply didn't have.
The next three hours dragged by so they felt more like three days, but eventually it was lunch time. Despite his urgency to get as far away from the office as possible he didn't run, he didn't even walk fast. He just dragged his feet slowly and made his way to the local shop to get himself some lunch. No doubt a sandwich; just like every other day. He flung the door open and made his way to the back of the shop, to the fridges.

After a dragged out 10 minutes of choosing a sandwich filling he finally made his way to the tills.

As he was paying he noticed a woman stood uncomfortably close to him. As he turned to look at her he realised that she was also staring straight at him.

Before he could even think about asking her why, she had already begun to explain. "I knew your Father". Wesley stared blankly back at her. She was a beautiful, dark haired woman who was almost as short as him. "My father died the week I was born" he replied and immediately turned away, not wanting to get into a long conversation with her. He sighed deeply and rolled his eyes as she dismissed the hint and proceeded to talk "Your father died yesterday on rooftop of the metropolitan building". Wesley looked at her in disbelief, determined to show her that he knew she was wrong. Yet again before he could even think of saying anything she continued. "He was one of the greatest assassins that ever lived", Wesley had nearly turned off at this point, she had obviously mistaken him for someone else, or she was just plain crazy. He thought it would appear rude to tell her so he just smiled politely and turned back to the man behind the counter.

This woman obviously was incapable of taking a hint as she yet again continued. Little did Wesley know that within the next ten seconds his whole life would change forever. "
"And the other one...is behind you" Before he could have any time to process the pretty heavy information just given to him, she grabbed his shoulder and thrusted him to the side with her right hand, whilst with her left drawing a large, heavy duty handgun and aiming it at the back of the shop, to the aisle Wesley had been in not thirty seconds ago.

Wesley turned his head as quick as he could, determined to see as much as possible to minimize the risk of getting hurt. He was so far out of his comfort zone it was unbelievable. Nothing like this ever happened to Wesley; his life was made up of routine that was repeated day in, day out, week in, week out. However much he hated that routine, any break in it made him feel intensely uncomfortable, and this was certainly not part of his daily routine.

He watched helplessly as the woman who still firmly gripped his shoulder, fired the gun without hesitation. Wesley was relieved to see that the bullet didn't hit anyone, but he noticed for the first time that the woman wasn't the only one with a weapon. A man, right at the spot that the bullet was fired at shielded himself behind the cereals and fired a shot back, almost automatically.

Wesley's instinct was to hit the floor as soon as the second shot was fired, but the Woman had other ideas, and who was he to argue, especially considering the pressure behind the grip she had on the shoulder of his coat. She pulled him with all the force she could muster-Which Wesley was convinced was ten times more than he could manage- and dragged him behind the end of one of the shelving units. Without a seconds delay she pulled out an even bigger device, Wesley wasn't even sure if it was a gun. She raised her arm out in front of her; she then proceeded to swing it around out to her right, forcing the end of the device in her hand to lock in at a 90 degree angle. She took a few seconds to line up her shot with the same man that had fired at them previously, and began firing continuously.

Wesley, in reflex, ducked his head and cushioned it between his hands. The shots were way louder than Wesley ever could have imagined and went on for around 30 seconds. Then without warning everything fell silent.

When he was sure that everything was safe he released his head from the tight grip of his arms and scanned the shop cautiously. When he was as sure as he could be that his best option was to run, he did exactly that. He bounded straight for the door without looking back and ran straight out into the car park. He was running faster than he had ever run in his life, breathing in and out as deeply as possible to maximize the time he could keep going for. His arms were swinging back and forth aggressively to maximize his speed as he ran straight ahead. He had no idea where he was going but he didn't need to. Anywhere was a significant upgrade to where he had come from. His heart sank as he heard the revs of a car behind him. The sound indicated that the car was going way faster than a normal car needed to. This confirmed his fears as he realised that the car must be after him. For this reason as well as others, he didn't slow down at all, he just continued to run full pelt without even a temptation to look back.

He heard the roar getting louder and eventually felt the need to look, just in case he was mistaken. When he did, the site of a powerful red sports car greeted him; he felt slightly better to see that the woman who had saved him was driving the car. He reluctantly stopped running; he figured that 1: it would be impossible to out run such a powerful car and 2: If the Woman meant him any harm she wouldn't have prevented him getting his brains blown out back in the store.

He stood facing the car as he tried to catch his breath and contemplate why the Woman was after him. His eyes widened as he realised that the car was still heading directly for him, without slowing -if anything it had got faster- He squinted his eyes, trying to protect himself from panicking too much as the car got closer. Eventually this wasn't enough for him and he ducked his head and encased them in his arms - just like he had done back at the store - he wasn't exactly sure what good it would do, and even more unsure as to why he didn't run sideways, out of its pathway, but this is what he did. The car maintained speed throughout; it got within meters of Wesley before the Woman in control of it pulled one swift, yet dramatic twist of the wheel, sending the car into a harsh 360 degree spin. The first 180 degrees of the spin were a safe distance away from Wesley. The seconds 180 were a different story. When the car came parallel with him it got within a dangerous distance. As it completed the last 90 degrees of the spin Wesley bent his knees to make himself as small as possible. This helped matters nicely as he was already in a sitting position. The car span in line with him and without even realising, he was sucked into the passenger's seat, and the door shut behind him.

It was a few seconds before Wesley realised that he was no longer stood in the car park; he slowly lifted the hands from in front of his eyes to find himself sat inside the car. He glanced nervously to his left to confirm that it was the Woman from the store that was responsible for this. Sure enough there she was but Wesley was far too preoccupied with catching his breath and figuring out how the hell he had gone from buying a sandwich, to being shot at and nearly run over all in the case of 5 minutes, to say anything. Instead he just sat, jittering his head nervously, virtually paranoid at every single sound and movement.

Things stepped up another level as he became aware of the fact that an enormous and potentially dangerous van was following them.