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Story Title: The Rose On A Thorn
Chapter Number: Two
Chapter Title: The Assignment
Author Name: Dev-Ra Alyn
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There was chains drooping from the ceiling near an air vent. They would make clanging noises against sheets of metal as the air blew them causing them to sway. In the factories main room was a group of guys standing around a desk that was tucked in the corner of the room. The guys seemed to be arguing with each other, while one man sitting in the desk was grabbing a manilla folder from the bottom desk drawer. He looked up to see a figure standing in the shadows.
"Sharon," He said causing the other guys to hush. "I'm sure you're eager to hear of what your next assignment is."
She stepped foward out of the shadows and into the lit area of the room. Her auburn hair was cut very short and uncombed. She wore leather pants cut into her own style. A holster was hugging her hips and gloves on her slinder hands. She had a brown jacket that covered the black tube top she wore under it. Her facial emotion was serious and her stare was spacey, almost gothy. The look of a killer.
"Eager?" She replied dryly.
"Men, you are all excused." He said looking up at the men gathered around his desk.
"What's so special about this assignment that we have to leave, Cross?" A man said with huskiness.
"Do you want to question me?" Cross calmly stared up at the large man with intimidation.
"No, sir." He mumbled walking out.
Sharon watched as the last of the guys walked out of the room. She turned back to Cross who had a manilla folder in hand ready to hand her.
"What's this?" She asked.
"Well, it's a little information on the people you will be terminating."
"How many is it?" She raised an eyebrow.
"It's all in the folder."
Sharon opened the yellowish folder. Inside was many papers of description, etc and to the top corner were a few pictures held by paper clip. She took the pictures and stared at them. Inside she felt sick, but she was unsure as to why she felt this way. The pictures were of a couple. One male, by the name of Lucas Blakestone and the other female, by the name Marie Blakestone; husband and wife. She shuved the pictures back through the paper clip and started reading some of the descriptions.
"So, our highest paying costumer is being threatened by these two people?" Sharon asked.
"Correct. The threatening has seemed to be going on for quite sometime. Even before you were born." He raised an eyebrow to her. "The Blakestone assassination was a job assigned to Jon. Back then, they went into hiding and we couldn't ever find them to finish the job. They've come out of hiding now, thinking 'many years have now passed, surely we are safe now'. What they don't know is that you'll be waiting for them. Take them out Sharon. I'm sending you because you are the best and I know that you will get the job done. Can I trust that you get the job done?" He asked with a sure tone.
"Sir, I'll bring their bloody heads on a stick outside this factory."
"I knew I could count on you."
Sharon then turned away and started to walk out of the room until she heard Cross' voice again. "Oh Sharon." Cross called. Sharon stood still listening with her back towards him. "Remember who you're family is."
Sharon felt something odd inside her once more, but shrugged it off and continued to walk on. She turned down a few halls and into a large room filled with armory. The room was dressed in deadly weapons. She grabbed a choice few and patted her trusty gun that sat nicely in her holster.
Another day, another assassination.
She stepped out of the armory room and started to walk away down the halls. Her foots steps became whispering echoes to the rats that scurried about the factory.