Don't look back {Liam Payne}

Chapter {1}

My finger shifted on the trigger which at any moment would end the life of the girl standing in front of me. Of course, she didn’t know I was there. The people I’m assigned to never know that I’m there. Until it’s too late. I took a deep breath and pulled the trigger. There was a boom, a thud, then silence. I took a peak at my victim. Yep, she was dead. Or if she wasn’t, she would be soon, with all that blood pouring out of her body.

I quietly packed up my supplies and huddled out of my, well, hiding place. By that time, a small crowd had gathered around the body. I had about two minutes till the police would be arriving. In less than two minutes, I will be gone. I ducked into an empty alleyway to change my clothes. Now in jeans and a Forever 21 tee shirt, I looked like a regular seventeen year old girl. No one could ever look at me and realize what I was. Not even me.

I grabbed the strapped of my hobo bag where I had stuffed all of my supplies. Now time for me to act normal. If a police officer noticed anything suspicious with me, then he would be required to inspect my bag. In fact, I don’t think him finding a silencer sniper, plastic gloves, twelve feet of rope, duct tape, and three daggers the size of my hand would help in my case of being normal.

Right away, I spotted an officer patrolling the area. I glanced at my wrist watch. My two minutes were up; time for the show to start. I started walking like a teenager who wanted to get out of there as fast as she could in wedges. “Miss.” A deep voice said to me. I looked up to see the balding police officer I had noticed.

“Yes officer?” I asked in a polite, straight As, honor student voice.

He looked me over, as if inspecting me to see if I had anything to do with the murder that had occurred less than 100 yards away. I guess I passed because the police officer tipped his hat at me and gave a small smile. “Miss its best for you to hurry home now. Not that best time to be wandering around the streets.”

I started nodding as though in complete agreement. “Oh yes sir! I was just making my way home from visiting the animal shelter.” I said, my Australian accent adding emphasis as I gestured to the red brick building that stood a few feet away.

The officer nodded. “Good for you. Have a nice day.” He dipped his hat again as garbled speech came over his radio that was Vectored to his shirt. He reached for it and asked for a repeat and I knew that it time for my escape.

I gave a little wave and hurried a little farther down to where my 1996 Chevy was parked. I threw my bag down gently in the backseat and settled myself in the cracked leather driver’s seat. I started the groaning engine and pulled into the street. A different officer was directing traffic. I caught a glimpse of the crime scene that gradually growing with witnesses, officers, reporters, and random citizens of Sydney. I let out a little smile which only appeared on my face when I had a successful job. Well, of course all of my jobs were successful. If they weren’t I wouldn’t be here. I drove onto the onramp and was homeward bound for home. After a few minutes I passed a “Now Leaving Sydney, the heart of Australia” sign and the small smile became into a full blow grin. Mission accomplished.

With one hand on the steering wheel, I reached into my back pocket for my phone. Quickly I typed a message: Job’s done. What now? I hit send and kept my phone in my lap. Within minutes my phone was buzzing with a reply. I flipped it open and scanned the message. Go to base, got a big one save for you.