I'm a Seventeen-year-old Professional Assassin Working for the Government [2]

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The next morning I had forgotten all about what happened the night before, until I was pulled out of my combat class to Garrets office.

Garret was like the headmaster, but he didn't call him by his last name.

In fact I'm not even sure if he has one.

I walked through the reception area, nodding to Alana at the desk as I passed.

I open the door to Garret's office, letting myself in unannounced, was my trademark. "Ah, Miss Carter" he greeted me with a warm smiled, that soon vanished. "Take a seat."

I sat without question, I knew what was this was about.

"We've got a problem."

"Yes sir?"

"Someone ID you last night"

I nodded, keeping my expression plain. "I understand."

"You know what you have to do" I nodded again "You have 24 hours to clean the scene"

"Bu-" I began to protest.

But Garret cut me off with a sharp looked and sharp words "No complaints, this is all your fault. If you can't handle the down fall, you will be expelled" - he didn't mean from the college, he meant...dead.

I knew what I had to do. I walked to the door, and turned around.

"Sir? Do I get a team?"

The thought about this for half a minute before answering "Take Marshall, Black and Campbell...oh and Rylie, if you don't bag the man, don't bother returning"

I gulped hard, nodded and left the room.

Great, I had 24 hours to kill, someone, that I didn't have a clue about. How do find a ghost?

Heading towards, the gym, I ran into Naomi Black.

"Hey Rylie" she greeted me.

"I grabbed her by the arm and started pulling her towards the gym"

"Umm...Psychology is that way" she said.

"I know. But we have an assignment" I said in a hard voice.

After we entered I spotted the other two people that would make up my team. Connor Marshall and Monique Campbell.

I pulled them into the hall...How was I suppose to tell them this. I was the most respected student. The president gave me his regards after, a hit in Sudan.

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"I don't know how you did it...how do you not kill someone" said Monique tossing back a curl of brown hair, picking up a knife, sliding it into her sheath. Even in 'hit gear' she still looked beautiful, I was so jealous of her.

I slid to guns into holsters on my back, another on my ankle, and two knifes.

"Don't ask okay" I said sighing "I don't think I have ever seen Garret that pissed" speaking truthfully, Garret always looked pissed.

"Rylie!" Connor said, entering the weapons room." We're ready!"

We piled into the usual hit car a black Toyota pilot, one of about 12 in the colleges garage. "Okay" Connor said, he put the keys in the ignition, he car growled with life.

"We are going to return to the Bangsha Estate, hopefully, we'll find the man there. If not Monique, has sent a photo to every single airport in the country. If he's trying to get out we'll know"

"It’s not him I'm worried about" I said, the car took off.

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