5 June 2012
Why is it plans always have to go wrong at the last minute...? At least that's what Connie thought as the knife fell to the floor. She quickly realised what had happened and grabbed the steel blade, leaving only a slight stain. The stain didn't really matter, not since the massive pool of blood would engulf it soon. "The poor sod. He never saw it coming." Connie thought. Bestowing a small air kiss on the dead man's forehead, she left a card and ran. Thankfully, the car was just outside so she had an easy getaway.
Cruising down the highway, she came across a small service station. She gave herself a sly smile and pulled over. She sat alone at a table five minutes later, steaming cup of coffee in her hand. Man. Being an assassin really took a lot out of you.
Out of nowhere, a bag slammed down on the table in front of her. She gave out a small gasp and nearly tipped her coffee all over her dry cleaned suit. "You got the job done?" asked the mysterious voice in her ear. She smirked. "Naturally. Snuck up from behind. The poor sod never saw it-" "I asked if you did it. I never asked for a step by step guide as to how." The voice shot at her. "Fine. I assume this is my payment?" Connie asked. "That it is." The voice pulled away from her ear and commenced to walk away from her. Connie rubbed her face in her hands and sighed. She couldn't believe that she had been taking orders from him AGAIN. She had promised herself that she would never work for him again, not after hat happened last time. Memories threatened to creep back in, but she pushed then aside. Just then, she heard another voice from in front of her.
Part 2 soon (hopefully).
Secret Diary Of An Assassin Part 1 • Opuss № I