Code name: Styles

I took a breath and looked around the small waiting room that I had been seated in, the walls were painted a bright mind numbing white and the floors had been covered in a cream coloured shaggy carpet that was turning a slight brown, there were a few black and white photos of smiling kids hung on the walls but other than that it was pretty much dull. There was a small wooden coffee table in the middle of the room that had glossy magazines covering every inch of the surface, there was four small couches surrounding it and a small row of chairs on the other side of the room, I was sitting on one of the couches waiting for the doctor to finish up with his patient. There was no one else here except me and the receptionist, who seemed to really dislike me for some reason. Well screw her!

 ‘Miss Meredith the doctor will see you now.’ The receptionist smiled, the previous patient walked out with the doctor and walked up to the receptionist.

I stood up, picked up my handbag and followed the doctor into his office. He gestured for me to have a seat on one of the small armchairs that were placed on the other side of his desk, I sat down and the doctor smiled at me.

 ‘So what can I do for you?’

I put my bag down next to my seat and leaned over the desk. ‘I know your little secret Brad.’ I whispered, the doctor leaned back in his chair and glanced desperately over to the exit.

 ‘I wouldn’t even think of it if I were you!’ I said following his gaze.

He looked back at me and took a deep breath. ‘Are you going to hurt me?’

 ‘No this won’t hurt at all just stand up.’

He shook his head and stayed seated. ‘Ok if you want to do it this way!’

I leaned down and grabbed the gun I kept in my bag, I sat back up pointing it at him but he had a gun as well. ‘Put the gun down Brad!’ I warned cocking my head to one side.

 ‘You put your weapon down!’ He said placing his finger on the trigger.

I tensed up and lunged onto the desk kicking the gun out of his hand, I watched it skid across the floor and hit the back wall of the room. My feet landed on the desk and I pointed my gun back at Brad’s head. Brad ducked my and swept his arm across the desk knocking me to the floor. Brad went to retrieve his gun but he was too slow, I grabbed the back of his neck and snapped it breaking his spine and killing his instantly.

 ‘Told you it wouldn’t hurt!’ I muttered picking up his gun and wiping it down, I left the gun in his pocket, grabbed my bag and walked out closing the door gently behind me.

 ‘Would you like to make a second appointment?’ The receptionist looked up and asked when she saw me walking out of the doctor’s office.

 ‘I don’t think I need one.’ I smiled swinging the door open.

 ‘Got anything else for me?’ I asked my boss Pete when I got back from my doctor’s appointment.

Pete swung his chair around and typed something into his computer.

 ‘No I don’t you can go.’

I sighed and rested my arms on his desk. ‘Pete come on just give me something!’

Pete looked back to his screen and then back up to me. ‘Ok fine but you won’t like it.’

 ‘Spill it!’

Pete looked at his screen and let out a groan. ‘The only other target I have for you is Harry Styles.’

 ‘WHAT? A pop star! He would have security guards coming out of his rear end!’ I yelled at a now trembling Pete. Yes I know who Harry bloody Styles is I’m eighteen not stupid!

 ‘I said you wouldn’t like it and everyone knew that it would be too big for you.’ Pete smiled knowing he was starting to get to me.

 ‘Fine!’ I snapped standing up. ‘I’ll do it!’

Pete gestured towards the door and I slumped over to it leaving his office walking into the rest of the building. This was not going to be fun!

 'Hey, Pepper? Can I talk to you for a sec?' Vikki asked while walking with me, trying to keep up with my pace.

 'Not now, Vik. I have a popstar to kill.' I said like it was nothing.

She stopped dead in her tracks. 'WHAT?!? A pop-star? Who the Hell does Pete want you to kill now? Please let it be Justin Beiber!'

 'Nope. Harry bloody Styles.' I said, the both of us walking side-by-side again.

Vik grabbed my arm and made me stop walking. Oh, Lord! May the freaking out begin.

She looked horrified. 'NO. You can't just go and kill Harry! He's such a good person! Why is he even a target? Why does someone want him dead?' She whispered loudly, almost speechless.

I saw tears starting to well up in her eyes. Vikki and Harry dated for a year before they broke up, and she still hasn't completely recovered from the break-up. It was pretty hard on her, hell she was in her room for months crying after it and Vikki never crys! They kind of whoop that out of you in training. No emotional attachments.....to anyone! No family no realationships, Pete was very strict on that!                  

A/N I know this is really short but the chapters will get longer. This is a joint story with and friend and the next chapter will be by her. Xx. Oh and my awesome cover is made by the lovley ladie I dedicated this to! Xx.

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