Morals
Two-shot
^One Year Later^
*Stacy's POV*
I knew what Yassen did. I knew who he worked for. And I knew who was after him.
In order, contract killer, SCORPIA, every government agency in the world almost, CIA, MI6, ASIS, FBI, ATF, MI5, Russian police, had him on their watch list. But he's never been caught, and the last photo of him was taken five years ago. Or so they say.
When you compare that to what I'm up too…unless I blow up the White House I'll never become that well known, not that I want to but you get the idea.
I can speak basic English and all cuss words in the lagugae. Not that I use them. Anyway…now I'm in glaring contest with Yassen.
Over what you ask?
Me using my skills to good use. Errr…not really.
"No." Yassen stated firmly.
"Why not?"
"You are not following down my path, you have a clean record, keep it that way."
"A little late for that. I have juvie record. (A/N: is that what they call it in Europe? I'm a Yankee so I have no clue. Side note: next to the Cardinals, Yankees are my second favorite team. Go CARDs!) I've already forged papers. I'm not asking to do that, just a couple pulls."
Yassen narrowed his eyes. Opps did I not tell him that? A little late now.
He sighed and agreed, "Tomorrow, I'll supervise."
I gave a grin and hugged him. Not that he hugs back but hey I can try right?
Since Yassen took me in, he's been training me, offense to start with than defense.
I'm nowhere near being able to hold my own against Yassen but I can take down thugs. I don't touch guns. Knives are perfect for me. I have four. Two strapped to my hip. One on my ankle. One in my shoe. But I never want to do what Yassen does, I can't kill.
^^Next Day^^
Yassen was sitting in a café with clear view of the plaza. I was window shopping, the best cover for a girl out in the open. I had earbuds in and bobbing my head to some music, I turned up so people around me could hear it. I found my first mark quickly, I closed my eyes and mouthed the words.
"Hey watch it." My mark hissed after I ran into him.
"Sorry." I moved on.
^^Four hours, 17 shops, five different café later^^
I met Yassen back at home. I set the bags on the floor and pulled out 28 wallets.
"Check the IDs." Yassen ordered.
I pulled out all the IDs.
Yassen had the blank look on his face, his version of shock.
"You stole the wallet of Nile, a SCORPIA assassin."
(A/N: I thought of ending it here.)
I blinked. I looked thru the wallet and found his address. I found a box and put in. Labeling it and tapping it up. I walked to the post office and mailed it.
Yassen was cooking dinner when I got back.
"Should be at his place tomorrow."
"Good, Stacey you're really good at pickpocketing you weren't caught ever. So you have my permission to conunte on your own, what are the rules if you get caught?"
"Act confused, let them do the talking, never give them info…" I went into Yassen's rules of breaking the law.
"Good."
