"So you're sure the vault is located here?" Rebecca said, pointing at a corner of the map. She was huddled around a table with Charlie and Itchy.
"Pretty sure. His house hasn't changed. At least I don't think it has" Charlie said rolling the map up.
"Oh. Well that's reassuring." Rebecca commented looking at him sarcastically. He was never any good at thinking things through. But then thats what she liked about him, there was always a new adventure everyday.
Itchy walked over to her and fitted an earpeice into her ear.
"What are you doing Itch?" she questioned, her head being examined by him. He turned her head sharply to which she slapped his hand away.
He sighed annoyed. "It's a radio. We need to be able to communicate with you somehow"
"Psh. Yeah yeah." she scoffed. She didn't see the point in it, she was so quick.
"Why can't Itchy go inside and find the contract? Or better yet you?" she complained
"Because out of our unit you were the lightest on your toes. You know this. So light yet so dirty. Reminds me of the time we did it on-"
"Shut up" she snapped interupting Charlie. She hated when he brought up their past 'expereinces'.
He grinned. She remembered.
"So once I've found this contract what exactly do I do?"
"Get out, bring it to us and we blackmail him"
"Brilliant." she said sarcastically.
"Everything ready Itch?" Charlie asked picking up his car keys.
"Almost...done" he said tapping Rebbecca on the head which earned him an unimpressed stare.
"Sorry" he muttered.
"Lets go" he said making his way out the door.
~O~
They were now pulled up outside Carfaces mansion. It had a high brickwall and two thugs on the gate. They looked on quietly. Charlie turned to talk to Rebecca
"Okay Rebecca remember-"
She wasn't there.
He quickly looked forward to see her disapearing over the wall. He smirked.
"Just like old times"
She jumped to a branch and purched herself on it. A guard was walking past with a small handgun. She held her breath. And her mind flicked back to the training she recieved while in the marines. No one out of her unit was as good as her and she was the only female.
She waited until he passed and jumped down, landing silently. She looked forward and saw a large window about 5 feet above the ground. She took a run towards it and pushed her foot onto the wall underneath, using the force to push her up. She grabbed the edge and pulled herself up. She looked around to see if anyone had noticed. They handn't.
She slid her fingers into her boot to pull out a small knife. She pushed the blade under the edge of the glass towards the lock. She turned it until she heard the lock open. Prying her fingers underneath, she opened it and slid into the corridor, trying to remember the map from earlier.
"I'm in." She whispered.
"Okay go left" Charlie ordered.
She turned left and began to walk she was about to walk around a corner when she heard some guards aproaching. She looked around looking for somewhere to hide, but there wasn't.
"I'm telling you Killer has the hots for Carface"
"Shut up"
She waited until they had dissapeared before she dropped down from the ceiling. A bead of sweat had appeared on her forehead. She wiped it away and walked towards Carfaces' office. She had to hide several times before she finally reached it. She turned the handle. Locked. Again, she reached down and pulled out her trusty knife, picking the lock.
She heard it click and she quickly stepped inside closing the door behind her. She was overwhelmed with the smell of cigars. She held her nose, remembering his dirty breath. She spotted his desk and quickly walked over to it. She opened the first draw. Nothing.
The second nothing.
"Come on you bastard" she said rummaging through papers.
She pulled out the third draw and saw it had a fake bottom. She lifted it up and saw inside the contract which he had signed when he had put a hit out on Charlie. She picked it up to check. Yep this was it.
"Charlie. Charlie I've got it."
No response.
"Charlie? Itch can you hear me?"
"Get...out...right...door"
She looked up and stuffed the paper into her jacket making a run for the door. She stepped outside
"There she is! Grab her!" several guards ran towards her.
She ran ahead of them, hoping to outrun them. But she turned a corner and one was waiting for her. She luckily managed to duck before he hit her. She punched him and kicked his jaw, sending him to the floor. She turned around and blocked a kick before she elbowed another in the face. The next had a gun, he aimed it at her, she quickly picked up a vase and threw it at him, he was distracted long enough for her to hold it above their heads, the trigger going off. She elbowed him in the stomach and headbutted him. He fell backwards into a statue.
She went to run but before she could even take a step she felt an excrusiating pain in her lower back. She froze and fell to the floor realising she had been tazed. She went to get up again but was punched to the floor.
"Wake up!"
She lifted her head in shock, water being thrown in her face.
"My my Rebecca Nitewood. My little pickpocket. My how you've grown" Carface smirked, blowing cigar smoke into her face.
She coughed. She went to run but realised she was tied to a chair.
"I wish I could say the same about you. But you're still as disgusting as I remember." she retorted looking at him.
He smirked. "Tell me, what exactly are you doing trying to break into my home?"
She bit her tongue and stared straight at him.
"The silent treatment. Good choice" he said walking off.
"Fat bastard" she commented ducking her head.
She felt his hand around her throat. He pushed her head up so she was milimetres away from his face.
"Listen here you little shit. You leave the business without finishing the job I gave you and then try and break into my house and steal from me? You should consider yourself lucky that I'm not sending you to one of the brothels you little bitch. But,"
He leant towards her ear
"I've always had a little soft spot for you. So I want you near...if you get my drift" he sniffed her hair.
She threw her knee up and made contact with his groin. Disgusted by him.
He fell to the floor and held his injury.
"Take her to the lock up!" he wheezed. His face bright red.
Several goons walked up to her and picked her up.
The next thing she knew she was thrown down a pair of steep metal stairs. She rolled onto her front, knowing she had dislocated her shoulder.
"Are you okay?"
She looked up to see a small girl no older than 6 stood in the corner of the room holding a stuffed animal.
"Who are you?" Rebecca asked getting up.
"Ann-Marie. My name is Ann-Marie"
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