"Amara, you know you don't have to do this." Mason held onto the other side of the punching bag, keeping it still as she pounded her fists into it.
When she didn't answer him, he continued on. "It's not safe out there. The Italians will be especially looking for you. After- you know, stole millions of dollars from them."
"Mason, Замолчи." (Shut up). She stopped, fixing the tape on her knuckles. "I won't let them stop me from completing missions. I can take care of myself."
He sighed, "I know Amara, but they're the Italian mafia. They're ruthless, they'll do worse then kill you."
She scoffed, walking up to the sink behind them. "I'm sure my fathers worse." She said, rinsing her sore hands in the warm water.
Mason trailed up behind her, his hand going to her arm. His eyes soft as he looked down at her. "Amara, please be careful tonight."
She turned off the tap and looked back up to him, his face full of worry. She brushed off his hand, "Yes Mason, I'll be careful."
She went to walk away but he grabbed her hand once more. "Promise." He said, his grip firm.
"What are we, five?" She said annoyed, trying to tug her hand free.
"Amara. Promise me." He said again. She rolled her eyes, letting out a groan.
"Yes, fine. I promise."
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"I expect to have those guns by the morning, Amara." Igor said, watching as his daughter packed her gear inside her bags.
"Of course, father. I won't let you down."
She was dressed up. An expensive day dress fitting around her waist, jewelry around her body. She grabbed the sun glasses off of the table and swung the bag over her shoulder, clicking the last gun on her thigh.
"Remember. You must blend in." He told her, "Don't do anything stupid."
"Father, I will complete this mission, I promise." She reassured him, giving him a small hand shake on her way out.
A man opened her car door and she sat inside, the leather seats cold against her skin. The driver took off, and she checked through her bag, making sure she had everything she needed.
The car halted to a stop after thirty minuets, the driver telling her that they arrived.
The warm air surrounded her as she got out of the car, the tall building standing in front of her, it's windows shining in the sun.
The driver took off, parking in the parking space close by. Her heels clicking against the cement as she made her way toward the building.
It was filled with people as she walked through, the marble floors echoing with the sounds of peoples shoes.
She walked up to the front desk, taking off her sun glasses, looking down at the man that sat behind the desk.
"What can I help you with today?" He asked, taking his eyes of the computer.
"I'm here to see Larry Reece." She replied, tapping her finger against the glass.
"Ah yes. Stacy Walberg?" He said using her fake name. She nodded and watched as he typed onto the computer.
"It seems there is a wait for Mr. Reece. You can wait over there with that man." He pointed behind her, to where a group of people sat in chairs.
Her body froze when she saw who sat in the seat the man pointed to and when his head looked up, his body froze too.