Jason's Angels

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot line. I'm so close to owning HOA though.

Me: Jerome, do you have the papers?

Jerome: Nope, sorry babe.

Me: *slap* This relationship is over.

Jerome: Oh, it was always over.

Chapter 2:

"Jason said it was the Falcon Hotel, right Ambs?" Patricia asked in her earpiece.

"Yes, Patricia." I answered, pulling into the hotel.

"Patricia, don't worry. We'll get Mara in time." Fabian said, already in position.

"Ambs, are you in position?" Joy asked.

"Almost." I pull in and throw my keys to the valet. "Park her close, I wont be here long." I walked in and went to the bar area. I spotted our victim, and waited for a time when he wasn't drinking. I ran into him on 'accident.'

"Oh, I am so sorry." I said grabbing his phone off of his pocket. "Here, let me help." I quickly bugged it and put it back where it was.

"No, dont worry about it." He said with a flirty smile on his face. "Let me buy you a drink."

"I'm such a klutz. I'd probably spill it. But, maybe some other time." I smiled and walked off. "Okay ladies, lets do this." Fabian coughed. "And Fabian." I said giggling.

"Patricia, are you in position?" Joy asked.

"In the service area now." Patricia answered back. I looked at my outfit. Black is not my color. Fabian, Patricia, and Joy, sure. But me, Um... heck no.

"Joy. Is he here yet?" Fabian asked, suddenly next to me, meaning Devon, our main victim. Fabian was a brilliant hacker.

"Yup. I see him now." Joy answered.

~Joy's POV~

"Mr. Binghum. Your car is here." I said with a smile. He smiled back and got in the backseat.

"Okay, Joy wait exactly 2 minutes then go off-road." Patricia said to me.

"Got it." I said, getting in to the driver's seat. I felt my gun in my pocket. I'm an angel of justice. Not Revenge.

~2 mins. Later~

"Okay Joy, I'm ready." Patricia said.

"Okay, I'm going off-road." I say, locking the doors and going off the road near a beach. I unlocked the door and threw him out and on the beach and pointing the gun at him. I shot a few times, making sure it didn't hit him.

"Who are you, you crazy b-?" He asked.

"I'm an angel. Now, What do you know about Mara Jaffray?" I asked.

"Nothing. I'm just the pick-up guy. I was going to pick up the package." He answered. I shot more around him.

"She's not a package. She's a 16 year old girl."

"Look, what do you want from me." He asked.

"You're going to make a phone call for me. And you better be Oscar-Worthy."

What do you think? Should I continue? Let me know!

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~Kathryn~