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Their missions always followed a specific pattern, it was like a routine Sophie and Biana had fallen into. First, they were assigned a target. They were then sent to the intel department, where they would receive the information they needed to track down whoever they needed to kill. They located the perpetrator, grabbed their weapons, found them, shot them, fled, and grabbed a treat somewhere if they were up for it.
Sophie and Biana walked into the elevator and pressed the button for the 9th floor. They stepped out into a hallway, and began to take the long journey of twists and turns to get to the door they were looking for. The hallway was quiet, per usual. Pristine white walls, and polished marble floors. No sound could be heard except for the thuds of their boots on the ground, and the soft hum of the AC running in the background.
“This floor is so cold,” Sophie complained like a little girl, wrapping her arms around herself. Biana giggled at her friend’s childish comment. It was funny, how they had just been ordered to kill someone and their biggest problem at the moment was the AC being too cool. But really, it was seriously cold. Biana wished she had brought a sweater with her. She could see goosebumps forming on her pale skin.
“Yeah, I know right?” Biana said. “I don’t know how the people who work up here do it.” The intel and technology department was on this floor, and the AirCon was high to prevent the computers from overheating.
As they continued down the hall, Lady Iskra, the head of the tech department, walked out of one of the rooms. She regarded them quizzically. She was very intimidating, and not very friendly. Biana wondered if the amount of time she spent under the icy vents had made her bitter and cold.
“Hello ladies.” She narrowed her eyes. “Is there a reason you both are up here?” She was wearing a fashionable outfit, per usual: A white, tight, turtleneck top, a black jacket that went down to her hips, and some black trousers. Her raven hair was pulled up in a bun, and glasses were perched on her nose. She might be super scary–but she knew how to dress.
Sophie cleared her throat. “Yes, we are ‘ma’am.” She looked over at Biana. “My father has sent us up here for a mission.” Lady Iskra’s dark eyes bore into Sophie’s.
“And I don’t suppose you can tell me what it is, exactly.” She pointed her chin up in the air as she said it. Lady Iskra thought very highly of herself. She was extremely talented and valuable to the agency–no doubt. But it made interacting with her…not very pleasant.
“Sorry, Ma’am, but that intel is highly classified,” Sophie said with a smirk on her face. “I have not been authorized to share any information. If you want to know so desperately, you can talk to G.”
Lady Iskra looked them up and down and scoffed.
“Well then, you best get going where you need to be.” She huffed and walked past them, very clearly annoyed with the whole situation. Biana and Sophie waited for a moment in the hallway, waiting to hear the sound of a door closing. Then they burst out laughing.
“She’s so petty!” Biana giggled. They continued to make their way down the hall. They had plenty of time, they knew, but even then:
“We should probably pick up the pace,” Sophie suggested. “I know there's still time, I want to get this done with as soon as possible.”They continued to walk down the hall for a minute. They chatted about superficial things. Sophie was complaining about some girl in the training department, and Biana was telling her about annoying customers at the coffee shop she worked at when she wasn't busy…you know, killing people. They finally stopped at the door they were looking for. Its thick, black metal stood out in the delicate white paint covering the walls and ceiling. Sophie pulled an ID out of her pocket and swiped on the blue glowing scanner on the right side of the door.
The scanner turned to green, and Biana heard the quiet click of the latch unlocking. She pushed open the door to find Prentice, and Dex standing around a white rectangular table, with a blue hologram of Eternalia lit up. There were several red blinking dots scattered around the projection of the city, undoubtedly those were targets, located and ready to be killed. At first, Dex and Prentice didn’t seem to notice them. They were very engulfed in whatever their conversation was about.
Dex was studying to become the next head of the intel/technology department of the agency. He was really talented with tech. And he loved it too. They waited there for a moment longer, and when they still didn’t so much as glance towards the two girls, Biana cleared her throat. Dex and Prentice jumped and looked at them. Biana raised her eyebrow, and Sophie crossed her arms.
“Oh! Sophie, Biana! We didn’t see you there!” Prentice said. “I heard that G sent you. Come, we’ve found your target.”Biana and Sophie walked over to the hologram. Prentice used his fingers to zoom into a street, and then circle the building Sir Rondal was living in. “He lives on the top floor, which is the penthouse. We looked into it, and he doesn’t even own the damn apartment–it's his Mothers. He moved into it after kicking her out. ”
It was a huge apartment, and the bastard was probably relishing over the fact that he got it for free. What, did he wake up every morning and admire the view before getting ready to traumatize his poor students?
Biana scoffed. “This man is a sick bastard. He needs to go.” He was an easy target, probably still sleeping in bed. It felt good to know that this man went to bed last night not knowing that he would never wake up again. That is, if Biana did her job.
“What’s the mission plan?” Sophie asked. Prentice tapped a button and the hologram shifted.
“You guys are going to be waiting up here” He said, pointing to a tall building. “You should have a very good shot from there.” The building was directly behind Rondal’s apartment. Clear enough that they had a really nice shot, but secluded enough that no one would see them.
“Sounds good. What time is it now?” Sophie asked. Dex glanced at his watch.
“Around 6:00 AM.” He responded.
“Oh, good. We have time.” Biana was ready to get this over with. As satisfying as it was to eliminate such terrible people, it still took a toll on her. Biana took a deep breath to try and ground herself.
“Let's go, ” Sophie said. “We have a dickhead to kill.”
Biana looked at her watch. It was 11:04 AM. They had finished the job before 10:00, just as they were instructed. She wondered what Sir Rondal’s students were thinking when he didn’t show up to class. Were they celebrating?
Would they feel bad when they found out he was dead?
Biana didn’t want to admit it, but it was honestly very gratifying to watch the blood pool around his head when they shot him–like a halo. A testament of all he did to deserve such a brutal death.
While it admittedly made her feel uneasy, Sophie was always there to help her work through it. She was doing good things, no matter how gruesome they may be.
“And I mean, she was trying so hard to get his number. I was right there!” Sophie was complaining about how some girl tried to ask Keefe out on a date. Biana looked over at her best friend. They changed out of their mission clothes and Sophie was wearing a simple red top and blue jeans. Her blonde hair caught the sunlight and her brown eyes sparkled.
“Some people have no shame,” Biana said, as they walked into Maple Muse. Biana worked there when she wasn’t on assignment. Her brother did too. It was a lovely place, a very typical coffee shop. But her being an employee meant discounts. The duo picked out a table and sat down. The familiar scent of espresso and maple syrup filled the air, and it settled in Biana like a feather softly hitting the ground. It was nice.
They sat on a table outside, like they usually did. A nice umbrella attached to the table shaded them from the harsh sun. It was particularly hot that day, which explained why there weren't that many people around. The place was pretty empty–save for a few students furtosluy typing away at their laptops. And a few friends laughing over their iced lattes.
“Anyways,” Sophie continued, “We have better things to talk about than some random girl trying to steal my boyfriend. How have things been with you? I haven’t seen you around much.”
Biana missed their lighthearted banter. They haven’t really been seeing much of each other anymore. Sophie had been spending her time training hard and studying for exams to get into her dream university. Sophie wanted to do more with her life than whatever it is they were doing now. Biana couldn’t blame her.
“Me? Ugh I wish things were a little more interesting,” She joked before lowering her voice to a whisper. “I mean all of this…assassinating people…?” Her voice went back up to a normal level. “It gets boring after a while,” she said, leaning back in her chair.
Sophie giggled. “Tell me about it. That's why I’m planning on going to uni. Maybe I’ll find something worth my time.” It helped to joke about it. It was heavy, what they were doing. And they both knew that. But it made them feel better–if only for a while.
That's when the barista walked over to their table. “Oh hey!” He said.
“Oh my gosh, Jensi! I didn’t know you worked here!” Biana was surprised. She hadn’t noticed him working there before.
He chuckled and pulled out the notepad. “I got hired yesterday.” Even now, after all these years, Jensi seemed to still be full of energy. From the way he drummed his pencil against the notepad, to the way he just seemed to be buzzing with glee. It was admirable, really, to be as positive as he was. “What can I get ya?”
They ordered their coffees, and Sophie got a croissant. Jensi walked away and they chatted as they waited for their order. A cool breeze drifted throughout the air, and it would have felt nice, but Biana felt as if something was wrong. She turned around for a second, just to see if anyone was watching. When she turned back around she froze.
Her best friend, Sophie Foster, had a red dot–a laser, right on her forehead.
Someone was about to shoot her.