Ok I know the first chapter was confusing and the next chapters after this should explain all the why's? and how's? and who's? This one is pretty short too but I didnt have much time so I typed it up at the last minute! Enjoy!
I grabbed my keys and unlocked the door to my "apartment". Apartment meaning a room on the top floor of a warehouse . . . the Circle warehouse. I walked in and poured a cup of water slyly slipping a packet of sleeping powder in. Putting
a smile on my face, I walked into our bedroom and set the cup down for Joe. He smiled thanks but continued to talk into the phone. "Yes, of course. I am aware of that. Well ok here," he handed me the phone. "Hello?" I said. "Cameron
dear, is the job completed?" I cleared my throat and replied, "Yes it is, but, if I may ask, why did you want this job done?" Anger started to build in her voice, "He abandoned me and my way of life! He deserves . . . I believe it is a bit
personal. I will be up in a minute to discuss mission plans, ok?" I nodded but then remembered to whisper out, "Yes Ms. Goode." She hung up and I snapped the phone shut. I hated when I had to talk to her, which unfortunately, is quite a
lot. I sent Joe to bed and waited at the kitchen table. Soon enough I heard a knock and I opened the door. Ms. Goode stood there with fiery red hair and toxic green eyes piercing through me. She walked in without a word and sat on the
old ratty gray couch. "I have a new assignment for you," she said and slapped a manila folder down on the coffee table. Instinctively I picked it up to read but she stopped me. "Don't bother looking, it isn't a cover. Just an address and
following instructions," she said. Annoyed by her interruption I continued to open the folder. "You're not one to follow directions, are you Morgan?" I just nodded as my eyes scanned the paper. I huffed unhappily when I saw the name.
Rebecca Baxter. Instructions: exterminate the resident and any other witnesses. Looking at my discomfort pleasurably she asked, "Is there a problem?" I eyed her and said, "No." A wicked smirk appeared on her face as she replied, "I believe
there is." I stood up angrily and said, "There is not!" Then Joe walked into the room. "What's going on here?" he asked. "We aren't having trouble, are we Delilah?" (A/N totally made her name up) She fumed, "Don't you dare call me by my
first name!" She yelled, starting to walk out. "And you, Morgan, I want that finished and a full report tomorrow," she hissed and walked out, slamming the door. Solomon's now glazed eyes looked at me and then he turned back to the
bedroom. I grabbed a gun and ran out the door. I drove to the address on the folder and peered through the window. I saw my caramel-eyed friend sound asleep with a bulky man next to her, Grant. I was about to slip in but I couldn't
do it. I couldn't just murder my best friend. I looked at my watch and it said 11:43. "Crap," I said and ran back to my car, driving to Decinly Square. I sat behind the fountain and looked again. 12:02. I looked around and saw no one. He
wasn't coming, I just knew it. I started to cry quietly and wondered why I ever left the note. I heard light footsteps and then a voice, "Flesh wound, through and through."
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