The Disguised Assassin

PROLOGUE

'I woke up to the smell of smoke. My eyes were red with tears and I coughed uncontrollably. 'Why was the house burning?' ten year old me thought. 'Did mum leave the stove on again?' I crawled out of my room and stumbled towards the stairs. The fire seemed to be coming from down up.

"Suddenly, I heard a scream."

*****

Chloe rinsed her face with water from the sink and dried it with the towel beside her. She stared at her reflection in the mirror for some seconds before sighing.

"I need to lose weight," she muttered as she cocked her gun and hid it in her skirt before covering it up with her shirt. She walked out of the toilet as one of the maids rushed in.

"Danielle?" the maid called out. "Where are you going?"

" My name isn't Danielle," Chloe replied as she walked away. "And I've got work to do."

Chloe walked down the hallway leading to Mr. Dawson's room. She passed by a painting on the wall and stopped. She walked back and stared at it.

"Hey, how much does this painting cost?" she asked as she placed a finger on her ears.

"Not much," a voice from the earpiece in her ears answered. "Focus on your mission and forget about the painting, Chloe."

"Just tell me how much it costs," Chloe insisted.

The voice sighed and said, "Twenty thousand dollars."

"Not worth it," Chloe scoffer as she walked past it.

" I told you it wasn't much," the voice said. "Now, focus on accomplishing your mission."

"Like I wasn't," Chloe muttered and rolled her eyes.

"You do know I can hear you, right?" the voice said and Chloe grunted.

" I didn't say you couldn't," she said as she walked up to Mr. Dawson's room door.

Music boomed from the room and Chloe could hear laughter and shouting. "Having a party, Mr. Dawson?" she smirked as she pulled out her gun from her skirt and pointed it at the door's handle.

Chleo was about shooting when she heard someone gasp behind her. She turned sharply and saw it was the maid from earlier.

"D-danielle," she stuttered. "W-why are y-you with a--" Chloe didn't allow her complete her words as she pointed the gun at her and pulled the trigger. There was a 'PFFT' sound and the maid dropped to the floor with a hole in her head.

"You ask too much question," she rolled her eyes at the already dead maid before turning back to the door.

"Good thing you had your silencer on," the voice from her earpiece said and Chloe sighed.

"You turned off the security cameras, right?" Chloe asked and the voice replied with a groan

" I turned them off before you came out of your fancy toilet," they said.

Chloe pointed to the door's handle and pulled the trigger, blasting the lock off. She kicked the door and walked into the room casually.

Mr. Dawson laid on the bed naked with bare chested girls surrounding him. He looked at Chloe and smiled.

"Came to join the party, huh?" he asked as he grinned widely. His smile soon faded as he saw the gun in Chloe's hand. "W-wait, do--" He couldn't complete his words as Chloe shot him repeatedly, leaving bullet holes on his bare body. The girls around Dawson, upon seeing his bloodied body, screamed as they all ran out of the room.

"Girls," Chloe snickered as she walked over to Dawson's body. She stared at him for a while before saying, "he has got one big dick."

Chloe ransacked Dawson's room, grabbing anything valuable she saw. After successfully searching the whole place, she grabbed all that she had found and put it in one of Dawson's work bag.

"Don't forget the file, Chloe," the voice from her earpiece said as Chloe was about walking out of the room. "You forgot it, didn't you?"

"No, I did not," Chloe lied as she walked back inside. "I totally did not forget it. I mean, how can I?" she said as she began searching the place again.

Suddenly, Chloe heard sirens blaring outside the building. "Fuck," she cussed as she increased her pace.

Chloe stopped after some minutes of fruitless searching. "I can't find it," she said.

"Have you checked under his bed?" the voice asked and Chloe scoffed. She pushed Dawsons body off the bed and squatted, preparing to raise the bed up.

"There's no fucking way it would be under..." she paused as she raised the bed up. "Oh," she muttered.

"Officers are heading your way, Chloe!" the voice screamed. "Get out of the now!"

Chloe grabbed the documents, ran out of the room and turned down the hallway. She sped pass the painting from earlier and paused before coming back to grab it. 'This will look beautiful in my room,' she thought as she placed it under her armpit and continued her running.

Chloe spotted the elevator that led to the ground floor just ahead of her and smiled as she ran towards it. Suddenly, the elevator dinged as it began opening and Chloe halted. She immediately jumped into a room beside her as the elevator door opened.

Chloe peeped through the rooms door and watched as three men walked out of the elevator. "You take that room and you take the other," one of them ordered the other two.

Chloe heard a light gasp behind her and she turned to see a little girl, sitting on her bed and staring at her. She looked scared. Chloe placed her finger on her lips, motioning for her to keep quiet and she nodded. She smiled and turned her attention back to the men outside the door.

Chloe watched as they searched the rooms, looking for her. She knew it wasn't going to take long before they got to the one she was in. 'I have to get out of there', she thought.

"Chloe," the voice said. "You there?"

"Yeah," Chloe whispered. "Where'd you go?"

"Had to go get something to eat," the voice replied. "How about you? You holding up?" they asked.

"I'm holding up... for now," Chloe said as she watched the men get closer to her. "Won't be long before they reach the room I'm in."

"Find a way to get out of there then."

"Easier said than done," Chloe muttered. "My ride is ready, right?"

"Yeah," the voice replied. "Had Diana put it in place for you."

"Awesome," Chloe muttered. "Talk to you later," she said as she tapped the earpiece, turning it off.

Chloe looked around the room for a means of escape. How was she going to get out there? Her eyes suddenly landed on the window and she smiled.

"Eureka."

"Damn, it's chilly out here," Chloe muttered as she held on to the window and looked down to the street. "Fuck me, this is high," she muttered.

"Mum says we shouldn't cuss." Chloe turned to see the little girl still sitting on her bed and staring at her. "Mum says that's a bad word."

Chloe chuckled and said, "you should hear what your mum says when daddy's around." The little girls face suddenly went from fear to sadness as a tear fell from her eyes.

"Dad's dead," she muttered. Chloe looked at the little girl with pity as flashbacks of her parents death came to her.

"Me too, kid," she croaked. "Me too." Chloe turned from the girl as she hung her bag around her neck and placed the painting under her armpit. She put her leg on the window frame and paused. "One advice from an orphan to the fatherless," she said.

"Don't let your current situation determine what you'll become. When life gives you lemon, you take it and beat the hell outta life." The little girl giggled as she wiped her tears with her night gown.

"Thanks," she mumbled and Chloe smiled.

"Now you go to sleep, alright?" she said and the girl nodded as she laid down to sleep. Chloe looked down from the window at the fire escape below her. "This is why I'm never having kids," she mumbled as she jumped off the window and unto the staircase, landing with a light thud.

Chloe ran down the stairs as fast as her legs could carry her. She stopped after some minutes, panting. 'How high am I?' she thought as she stared down at the now close street. She estimated forty feet off the ground.

Suddenly she heard someone yell above her, "there she is!" She looked up and saw the men from earlier pointing at her.

"Fuck," she cussed as she began descending the stairs again. She tried increasing her speed but the weight of the bag and painting slowed her down. She knew that with the rate at which she was going, they were going to catch up to her so she made a rash decision; jumping off the stairs.

Chloe looked down for anything that would reduce the impact of her jump and smiled as she saw a Lamborghini parked right under her. "Landing with style," she muttered as she prepared to jump off the railing.

"STOP RIGHT THERE!" she heard someone yell. She looked up and saw someone pointing a gun at her.

"Damn!" she screamed as she jumped off the railing.

As Chloe fell, she heard gunshots being fired and bullets zinging past her. Unfortunately for her, one found its way to her right leg. She screamed as she landed on the Lamborghini, shattering its windows and denting its top. Chloe laid on the car as she groaned in pain. She looked down at the bullet wound.

"Fuck, that's deep," she said as she rolled off the car with a grunt and limped towards the streets. She tapped the earpiece in her ear and yelled, "where's my fucking transport?!"

"Easy, easy, tigress," the voice replied. "Had Diana drop it North east of the building."

"North east," Chloe muttered. That was where she was. She looked around her as she searched for her ride. "Where's the fucking transport, man? I can't see nothing," she yelled again.

"It's the fucking orange Lamborghini," the voice replied angrily. Chloe turned back and stared at the Lamborghini she had landed on.

"Orange with black stripes?" Chloe muttered.

"Yeah," the voice replied. "You seen it?"

"Y-yeah, I have," she said as she tapped her earpiece turning it off. "Fuck me," she muttered. How was she going to get out of there now that she had destroyed the Lamborghini? There was no way that thing could drive after what she had done to it. She searched her surroundings, looking for any vehicle she could steal.

Suddenly, she heard the rumbling of a motorcycle approach her. She turned and saw a delivery man driving a Yamaha Mio Sporty, coming towards her and she motioned for him to stop. The driver stopped and she limped over to him.

"Hey, ma'am. You oka--" Chloe didn't let him finish talking as she dragged him off the motorcycle to the ground.

"I'm sorry, Handsome, but I'll need to borrow your little bike," she said smiling.

"What the fu..." the driver paused upon seeing Chloe pull out a gun and point it towards him. She put her hands to her lips and the man nodded, raising his hands in surrender.

"Good boy," Chloe muttered as she tapped his cheek and got off him. She limped over to the bike, put the painting in front of the it and turned on its engine. The bike roared to life and she laughed loudly as she zoomed off down the streets.

Suddenly, Chloe heard sirens blaring behind me. She turned and saw four police vehicles right behind her. "Why don't these guys give up?" she muttered.

"This is the NYPD," one of the men blared through a megaphone. "Park your vehicle now and put your hands behind your back."

"Like anyone ever does that," Chloe shouted back angrily. She pulled out her gun and pointed it to the police car coming right behind her.

She tried shooting at the driver but her one hand could not keep her bike steady as it swerved from left to right, causing her to miss her shots. She tried shooting again and after three shots, she got the car at its tyre. The cars tyre screeched as its driver applied its brake and it came to a stop after hitting an electric pole. "Bulls eye," Chloe screamed as she laughed maniacally. "Three more to go."

Chloe sped into the freeway with the remaining police cars behind her. She knew the police weren't going to shoot at her since they were in the main road.

Chloe increased her bike speed and the police cars did same. She spotted an alleyway ahead of her and she swerved towards it. Two of the police cars chasing her could not maje the same turn as they collided with two jeeps in front of them.

"Two down, one more to go," Chloe said as she sped down the alleyway with the remaining car following behind her closely.

The alleyway suddenly began to get smaller and the car chasing her could not keep up as it got stuck. Chloe looked back at the car and cackled loudly as she sped away.

"Damn it," John screamed as he hit his steering wheel repeatedly in anger.

"Calm down, John," Justin said as he held his friend. "We will surely get her next time."

"Next time?" John scoffed angrily as he shoved Justin's hand from his shoulder. "There might not be a next time. Do you know how long I have been waiting to get one Derrick's associate, any, just to have one slip out of my fucking hands."

Justin sighed and said, "we received the call from the hotel too late and--"

"Too late or not, we should have gotten her, dude," John screamed as he interrupted Justin. "We might have came late but when we came she was there," he said as he sighed. "I should have searched that little girls room first."

"Bro, don't take it all on yourself," Justin said as he tried consoling his friend. "Let's just find a way to get out of here and back to the apartment so we can take our rest because I'm so tired." John sighed and nodded.

"Yeah, you're right," he said as turned on the car. "Let's go home." John changed the car's gear to reverse and smashed the accelerate. The car's tyres screeched as it tried getting out of the tight alleyway it was stuck in.

"This goddamn place is too tight, dude," John said as he turned off the car. "This thing ain't going nowhere."

"So, that means we're taking a cab?" Justin asked and John sighed. "We could just call the team to come take the car in the morning," Justin suggested.

"Nope," John said as he shook his head. "I'm taking this car home." John pointed at the steering before turning on the car, put it on reverse and floored the accelerator heavily.

After what seemed like forever, the car shot backwards will full speed. John screamed as he applied the brakes immediately but due to the speed at which the car pulled out with, the car just kept on moving. It jammed into the wall of a store, breaking it down completely. Justin and John turned to look at the damage he had caused and they both winced upon seeing the broken wall.

"So... cab?" Justin said.

"I guess," John replied almost immediately. "Cab it is."

*********

John arrived at his house later that night. He had escorted Justin to his apartment before going to his.

He pulled out the key to his door from his pocket and stuck it in the key hole. He twisted the key and pushed the door but the door remained closed.

"What the heck?" John cussed as he tried pushing the door open again. He paused after a few tries and pulled out the key. He put it up to his face and stared at it as he groaned. It was twisted. "Why does this always happen to me, man?" he asked no one in particular. "And why now?"

John stood by his door as he thought of what to do. "Justin," he muttered as his eyes lit up. He brought out his phone, dialed Justins number and put it to his ear and after a few rings, Justin picked.

"Watsup, John," Justin said. "Why you calling? We just saw each other off a couple of minutes ago."

"I know, I know," John replied. "Just that I've got a code grey again."

"Your sis was drunk driving and she hit a passerby... again?" Justin asked and John groaned.

"No, dude," John replied. "That one's a code orange."

"Oh," Justin muttered. "Key's twisted again, huh?"

"Yeah, man," John said as he sighed. "I just wanted--"

"Wait, why do we have a code color for your sister's drunk driving accidents again?" Justin asked, interrupting John and John groaned loudly.

"Because she always gets angry at my dad and her boyfriend for stupid unknown reasons and we know that whenever she gets mad, she'd love to drink her anger out and when she drinks, she gets drunk and when she gets drunk and drives, she always manages to put herself in trouble one way or the other," he said sharply. "So, the whole code color thing is just to represent all that I just said and you know it. Now, back to my current predicament."

"Yeah, yeah," Justin said as he chuckled. "Your whole house key broken issue."

"Yes and thank you," John said. "What I was saying wa--"

"Why does that always happen to you though, man?" Justin asked, interrupting John again. "There is no time that passes that your key doesn't get either twisted, broken or lost."

" Would you please stop mocking me and hear what I want to say?" John pleaded, groaning at the same time.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry," Justin apologized. "I'm all ears now."

"Thank you... again," John said and Justin chuckled. "I was wondering if I could come over to your place to spend the night."

"Damn," Justin muttered. "I'm sorry, but Belle just arrived and we were planning on having the night to ourselves."

"Oh," John mumbled.

"Yeah, man. I'm really sorry," Justin said. "Don't think there'll be enough room for all three of us."

"It's alright, Justin I understand."

"Why don't you go lodge at a hotel or something," Justin suggested. "I think that'd be much more better than my place."

John groaned and said, "as much as I'd love to, I can't."

"And, why?" Justin asked.

"Well, I really don't have much cash on me," John muttered.

"What did you say?" Justin asked confused.

"I said.

"What did you say?" Justin asked confused.

"I said that I don't have m--"

"John, I heard what you fucking said," Justin screamed before John could finish speaking.

"What I meant is... why? I mean, your dad is literally the richest man in this whole city. So rich enough, that he's contesting for mayor, dude."

"So, what you saying?" John asked. He knew exactly where his friend was heading to.

"What I'm saying is that you should act like the son of your father. You should be driving a fucking Ferrari, dude not a god forsaking police car, booming with sirens. " Justin yelled and John had to shift the phone from his ear.

"You know why I can never do that, Justin," he said. "You know what, bro? Just enjoy your night. I would talk to you later," John said as he hung up and put his phone on silent. He looked at his room door and sighed. "I would be needing a new door after this."

John took a few steps backwards and ran towards his door. He hit it with as much force as he could muster and the door split off its hinges, falling straight into his room. He picked up the broken door after and plopped it against the new entrance. He walked straight to his bed and laid on it, not bothering to take off his shoes or even change as he reminisced all that had happened that night.