Yola! It's been a while, but I'm back with another chapter! Okay so firstly thanks to anybody who has reviewed/story alerted/ favorited / etc. It means the world to me when you do! So, without further ado here is Chapter 2!!
PreviouslyI opened the door to my father's office and saw a figure running down the hallway.
Now.
I grinned, and I sprinted after the retreating figure. I saw the person open a door swiftly and close it.
I opened the door and said, "Stealth isn't really your thing."
My younger sister, Jezebel, gave me a confused look and replied, "What are you talking about?"
"What did you hear?"
She assessed my "don't even try to lie to me" look and sighed.
"You're going away again?"
I smiled sadly.
"Yeah, Jezzy, Get used to it because when you're training is over, you will be too."
Jezebel was finishing her assassin training. She would soon be sent out for missions.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm not really sure. I know I'm supposed to capture the Liveswell kid"
"Oh well you have to be careful"
I loved moments like these. Usually Jez was as hardcore as my father. Like me, she followed the rules, but her personality was really close to my father. It was rare when she would let her guard down, and be loving.
I smiled sadly in response.
"It's okay. Don't you know who I am? Nobody takes Courtney Coffman down."
She smiled at me. "Good luck. I'll see you when I get back."
I walked out of her room silently. I was going to grab a banana and then start packing.
As I was packing I noticed something. I need more clothes. I smiled and walked down to my father's office. I was just about to knock when I heard my father talking inside.
It sounded as if he was talking on his cell phone. He sounded…afraid? That was a new one for him he was one to be feared, not afraid. He was saying something that sounded close to "Yes, It will be at your doorstep by tomorrow afternoon." It than sounded like he was silently cursing. I than decided it was time to interrupt.
Knock. Knock .Knock.
"Sir Coffman? May I come in?"
"Yes Courtney. One moment."
I heard him mutter a goodbye and hang up. Well here I go.
"Sir, may I borrow the jet and the car? I am running low on supplies. Ammunition and such, may I go?"
"Yes, but I need to ask a favor."
"Yes?" I inquired.
" While you are in Liveswell, you must deliver this package for me. It has to be one of the first things you do when you arrive. Understood?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Well then here are the jet and car keys. You might need the credit card too. And here is the package, be very careful with it. Do not drop it. It is to be guarded with your life."
"Yes, sir. Goodbye, sir."
My excitement of shopping ebbed as my curiosity flared. What could possibly be in this package? It was too small to be a bomb, but too big to be a sort of chip with important files in it. I decided to check later.
I continued down the hallway when I heard footsteps behind me. Whoops! I had dropped the package. It wasn't very loud, but there was a faint cracking noise as it hit the floor. "Crap!" I said silently. The footsteps kept on coming down the hallway. I quickly picked up the box and ran to my room.
Well I might as well check now I thought to myself. I made sure my door was locked and opened the box. The item was buried in loads of Styrofoam. "Jeez is there even anything in here?" I muttered. I had spoken too soon. It was tiny, but it was there. It looked like… an mp3 player? This was pretty low tech even for my dad. It was very noticeable. There was a large crack in the middle of the screen. I can easily find one of those while I'm shopping, I thought. He'll never suspect a thing.
I piloted the jet with ease. I had to hide the jet, so nobody would steal it. I parked in a forest near the road. I then pressed a button that revealed my car.
It was a green Lamborghini. My favorite car and color.
The mall wasn't filled today it was probably because the high school student's were still in school. I know I told my dad I would shop for weapons, but you never know when a few clothes could come in handy.
As I walked into the mall I got a lot of glances. I could probably summarize, in one word, what they were all thinking ditcher.
I didn't know where to go first. 'Colors!' was the first word I thought. I only had about 2 outfits that didn't have any black. My dad always insisted that I get black.
'It will make you less conspicuous on your missions,' he said. He usually made me bring two of his assistants when I went clothes shopping. I guess he forgot to tell them, I said to myself.
The smell of new clothes was enticing. I rarely went shopping by myself, so I was pleased that I could buy whatever I wanted. In the end I had about 15 bags filled to the brim with clothes. It was a lot to carry, but it was worth it.
I went back to the car, so I could drive back to the jet. I had to drive about 1 hour from here to get my weapons.
The entrance to the store had a bodyguard.
"Name?" he asked
"Courtney Coffman"
"Do you have an appointment?"
"Since when do I need an appointment to get into a store? I'll have you know I am a very important customer, so if you don't let me in, be assured bad things will happen. You should know who I am! So move aside before I make you."
I was pissed. Who does this guy think he is? A buff, bald guy with sunglasses? Big whoop.
"Little Lady, I doubt you could," he laughed.
Oh it was ON!
I gave him an angelic smile. Then, I proceeded to kick him where the sun don't shine. I wasn't finished with him yet. I started kicking him in the ribs, and anywhere my feet and hands could connect to.
I'd had martial arts classes. Not to mention, I was a black belt in karate, tae kwon do, jujitsu, and any other martial arts you could imagine.
I didn't kill him, but he would be hospitalized.
"Thanks for all your help," I smiled and walked in the store.
The store was not too shabby, but it was utterly empty of people.
"Hello?" I shouted
Nothing but light snoring near the back room.
I walked over and found a guy sleeping. He was older than me; probably in his early twenties. "Hello?" I asked. No response I poked him on the shoulder. He woke up with a start, muttering something unintelligible. He got up and gave me a suspicious glance. "How did you get in here?" He eyed me suspiciously. " The door was open," I said innocently. I was a good liar; my father had basically given me classes on lying.
"Okay then, Can I see your membership card?" Crap, I had to make something up. "Oh, sorry I forgot it at home. I came a long way. I heard that this was a really good club, and under great management." He blushed a little. I had to suppress a smile. " Oh I wouldn't say that," he said blushing an even deeper shade of red. "Okay what do you need?" "I need some ammunition, a few knifes, and a new gun." The manager gave me an incredulous look. I realized what my mistake was.
No one was supposed to know I was a female assassin. My dad told Jezebel and I to keep it a secret, so we did. It will give you an advantage against enemies he told us.
"They're for my boss," I said nonchalantly. It looked like he bought it, but there was still a trace of suspicion on his face.
I had to play it up.
"Do you have one of those goggle things? I think they have night vision or something similar to that." The manager relaxed.
"Sure, I'll get that for you, Miss. Feel free to look around." He left to get my ammo. There were tables filled with other objects as well. There were guns that looked like bazookas to tiny tranquilizer guns. I looked around and saw the strange mp3 player on a shelf. What was that for? I would ask when the manager came back. He returned five minutes later.
"So Chad"- I snuck a quick glance at his name tag-" can you tell me what that mp3 player looking thing is?" "Oh, I suggest you don't get that. It's dangerous." "Dangerous as in how?"
"When played it can do multiple things. It can fire shots killing anyone in the same room. It can also shoot out laser beams to protect something or someone." "Oh, thank you for the advice" I said giving him a smile.
I heard my cell phone ring. I picked up. It was Jezebel.
"Hello?"
"Hey it's me. Do me a favor and get me some ammo for my Beretta 92, okay?"
"Sure. Bye."
I looked to Chad.
"That was my boss. He said to get him the annihilator 500. What's that?"
I had already looked at the device nametag before hand, so I was in the clear.
"Oh. That's the 'mp3 player thingy' you asked about earlier."
"In that case, I'll take one."
"Be very careful and don't drop it. Wouldn't want to ruin that pretty little face of yours."
He smiled at me. "Here you go. Goodbye now"
I gave him a flirtatious smile.
"Bye"
By the time I got home it was really dark outside. I packed all my weapons, and left Jezebel's ammo on my desk.
She would find it later.
That night I dreamt of deep teal eyes. God knows why. Maybe it was a premintion.
Okay that was the longest chapter I've ever written. Yay for me. The real action will be next chapter. So tune in for Courtney's arrival next chapter. Just review and I'll get it yo you as soon as possible. Happy snow day!
~The SpaceCowboy XD
