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Memories

Her red hair flowed in the small gust of wind that an air compressed jet would allow. Her hand caressed her face as she looking longingly at the fast changing scene below her. The water was tempting the young assassin. With every wave that crashed against each other, she thought about the mission.

Question of doubt started clouding her mind. How am I supposed to approach this? She questioned. This was a long awaited time. Though, Clint tried to forget, she tried to remember. What did he say about her?

Her hand now gripped a railing as she continued to look out the window. Her grip was slowly tightening with every sickening thought. Her eyes fallowed the waves, until she saw land.

They were arriving in a London airport. England is a great ally of the United States of America. Their arrival was not discouraged by the government. The more their government doesn't know the better.

Her long time comrade, Phil, motioned to her that they we about to land; this was the time to get ready.

She moved over to the door and waited for the plane to land. Upon landing she opened the door and moved out. With the lack of stairs, she had to practically jump off.

She looked behind her at Phil. He was going to wait for her to arrive with the girl, Lillian or not. This mission had no room for error.

Her trek to the Air Ports back terminal wasn't long. Once entering the terminal, she fallowed the rout of many citizens. She walked out of the airport and waited for her Taxi. The Taxi was to take her to Lillian.

She moved swiftly into the Taxi and ordered him her destination. The majority of the ride was silent.

"Are you coming to visit a friend?" the Taxi driver kindly asked while keeping his eyes peeled on the road.

"Yes, I am going to visit my friend at the Café," she answered remembering the persona given to her.

"Fun. How long are you staying?" he asked now making small talk with his new customer.

"A few days," she answered quickly while looking out the window of the Taxi.

There was a large line of people outside of a book store next to her destination. That is going to make it hard, if she tries to leave, she thought while she squinted her eyes at the large crowd.

"I heard there is going to be a book signing there today. I'm not able to go, but I bet if would be fun."

She just nodded waiting for the car to stop. She handed him the money and moved out of the car. The café was small, only a few people inside compared to the large crowd outside.

She looked through the window and saw her target drinking tea and reading the paper. She started to strut to the barista to make her order. Her order was a simple earl grey tea, and within minuets it was ready.

She grabbed her hot tea and looked down at Lillian. She was reading the paper while periodically drinking some tea.

The assassin then quickly grabbed the seat in front of her. She set her tea down and waited for it to cool down. The girl in front of her looked like a blonde girl version of her friend Clint. Her eyes were also green (N/A their green right?) like his.

Looking into her eyes just reminded her when she first met Clint. His eyes showed the memories of his past, and now they are only steel bars.

"Anything new?" the assassin asked trying to get her attention.

The girl looked up at her over her paper. She studied her face and was trying to find her purpose for talking with her.

"It's all the same."

She nodded before taking a sip of her earl grey tea; it was still hot. "I'm here visiting an old friend. Do you have any siblings?" she asked. The two statements with two different meanings, yet they fit perfectly together.

"I don't know," she stated bluntly without removing her eyes from the paper again. "I think I have a brother, but we never talk."

"You think?" she asked probing her with questions after questions, seeking her true answer.

"I have suppressed most of my memories, all I have is a book in which I wrote to someone I call 'brother'," she said finally looking at her in the eye. "Who do you work for?"

She raised an eyebrow and looked at her with disbelief. She acts just like Clint, she thought while looking at her. Now she had to show that she means no harm.

"If you must know," she started carefully. "I work for the United States of America." (N/A Cheesy, I know :p)

They had what seemed to be a staring contest. Lillian wanted to know her intentions while the Assassin wanted to know her next move. Lillian put down her paper and took one last sip of her tea.

"What do they want with me?" she asked sternly while folding up her paper.

"Your brother works for us."

Lillian stopped folding the paper. She was contemplating the possibility.


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