5:23 PM

The van pulled up to a big, stone mansion surrounded by tall gates. Jose turned around.

"You girls got the plan?" Jose asked. Henrietta and I nodded. Rico, Angelica, Marco, Olga and Priscilla would surround the place while Henrietta, Jose, Hillshire and I would "take care" of everyone inside.

The walkie-talkie crackled to life. "The pie is in the oven. I repeat, the pie is in the oven," a crackly version of Priscilla's voice said. It may sound silly, but we speak in code so that if the signal is intercepted, the interceptor wouldn't understand.

"Got it," Hillshire said, pushing his sunglasses up his nose. He began the countdown. "Three…two…"

We all slammed the car doors open and jumped out. We then proceeded to our assigned entry points: John and Rico in the front, Jose and Henrietta in the back and Hillshire and I on the sides. Each of us had an assigned area that we had to check thoroughly. Hillshire ran for the west and I for the east. My heart pounded as I raced through a little garden, complete with one of those big glass balls and a miniature pond. The sun was beginning to dip beneath the trees and if I had to guess, I would say it was about 5:30. We were aiming to be out of here at 6:00, so we really had to hustle.

I slowed to a stop at the side door and pulled on the handle. Damn, it was locked. I reached up to the top of my head. Double damn. I didn't put in bobby pins which could be used to pick this goddamn lock. The door looked too heavy to break down and the hinges were pretty sturdy. Triple damn. There had to be another way in.

I turned and saw a window. Not preferable but good enough. There was a nice, big rock on the ground next to the window. Wow, it's as if they were helping me. I picked up the rock and threw it as hard as I could, turning my face away. Sure enough, I heard the sound of shattering glass, followed by a thunk. I surveyed my work. Not bad but it would still be a tight fit. I pulled out my pistol and started towards the window. A portly man's eyes widened as he saw what he was up against. I was pretty used to that.

Bam. Thunk. His body hit the floor before he could even pull his gun out. I listened for others. After a second or two, I decided it was safe enough. Either they were in extreme shock or there was no one there. I was hoping the latter. I went in arms first, shimmying through the jagged hole. Part of the glass scratched my face and I started bleeding. Shit.

Finally, I got my entire body through. I stood; ready to shoot just in case there was someone around. I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized there was no one there. Then, I noticed I was standing in a puddle of the fat man's blood. Ew. I tried to ignore the grotesque way the man's limbs were positioned as I wiped my boots on the brown carpeting. I then took off down the hall.

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5:31 PM

Bam. Bam. Two men crumpled to the floor. They were the fifth and sixth people I got today. There was still one more room left to check in my area. I opened the big double doors. It was a study. I held out my pistol, ready to fire at any given moment. There was a flicker of movement in the corner of my eye and I whirled, ready to shoot. Upon seeing who it was, I dropped my gun. The clattering sound echoed off the walls.

It was Pinocchio.

He had a knife drawn, probably because he heard the gunfire outside. I noticed a book resting on the arm of a black leather chair. He must have been reading.

"Triela?" he asked, sounding afraid it was actually me. I quickly picked my pistol off the floor.

"We have a mission here," I gritted my teeth as I felt the blood rush to my cheeks.

"How many of you are there?" he asked, grimly.

"Five others in the mansion, four more outside," I answered, equally grim. This was probably one of the worst possible situations to be in.

"Shoot to kill?"

"Yeah,"

He sighed. "I can hide in here. There's a secret passageway behind one of these shelves," he started to walk off.

I couldn't ignore orders. My brain was working overtime, trying to resist the obedience that was programmed into me. I…

"Pinocchio?"

He turned around. "Yeah?"

I pointed my pistol at him. "I'm sorry," His mouth formed the same perfect "o" as when I kissed him that first time. I pulled the trigger.

Bam. Thunk. Lucky number seven. I walked over to survey my work.

It was a clean shot through the head. He shouldn't have felt much. He still had a surprised look on his face. I closed his eyelids. Something red caught my eye. The ring he gave me. I took it off and placed it in his shirt pocket. He would want that. I smoothed back his hair. A single tear fell onto his face.

I wiped my eyes and walked out the double doors to report back to base.

A.N.- Sorry, I had to do it. But please review! It's my first fanfic (that I actually finished) so I want lots of feedback! You know you want to press the button...