When Finn woke up the next morning, he had expected to see the normal plain walls of his room in the agent training center. But when he saw the royal blue drapes and expensive paintings around the wall, he groaned and fell back down onto the bed with a sigh.
He knew that he had to get started on his mission quickly, finding himself not enjoying the glamorous surroundings like he thought he would. Maybe it just reminded him of the childhood that he never had, Millie may not have had a good and honest father, but at least she lived comfortably unlike Finn did before The Boss took him in. Finn should have been grateful, but underneath it all he just wished that he grew up normally with a normal occupation which didn't mean getting his hands covered in blood every once in a while.
"Finn?" a soft voice came from his door, and he heard Kelly Brown knock on the door with a kind smile. He plastered on a kind smile and rubbed the side of his face, making sure that she noticed his wince and looked even more worried. "How did you sleep?"
"Good, thank you" he told her kindly, "...better than I have done in a while."
Kelly sighed. "Do you have a contact number for your parents? Did they leave anything for you when they..." she broke off sadly.
"No" Finn replied weakly, "...they didn't leave anything, just told me that I wasn't good enough. I-I always knew that I was a bit of a handful but I guess I just hoped that things would turn out differently...things were good for a while, you know?"
She rubbed his shoulder with an apologetic smile. "Well, you can stay for as long as you need. Don't hesitate to ask for anything, I would be more than happy to help you, we all would."
Finn raised an eyebrow tactfully. "Even Mr Brown? He doesn't seem to be very happy with me staying here...is it something I did?"
Kelly shook her head with a sad frown, "Don't take it personally, sweetheart. Robert is just protective over his family, especially Millie. But he will come around in no time, I promise you. For now, lets just focus on you getting healed and fed properly. You are practically a stick!"
Finn chuckled. "I've always been quite thin...guess it is because of how tall I am."
Kelly laughed gently. "I'll get you some breakfast brought up."
"Thank you, Mrs Brown."
"I told you" she insisted with a teasing smile, "...call me Kelly."
After she left, Finn collapsed down on the bed with a sigh. He was getting tired of keeping up his innocent boy act and wondered how long he would need to keep this up. With just a glance out of the large window to the left of his bed, he saw how many cameras were around the front gate. He would need to complete the job inside but Robert was hardly ever left alone by the looks of it, with Kelly or Millie always by his side if he wasn't looked up inside his office.
Finn checked around the hallway carefully to make sure the coast was clear before heading down the stairs after he put some more clothes on from the huge wardrobe. Before he left, he managed to tuck his trust pistol into the back of his jeans, covering it up with a larger jumper as he walked down to the door that was kept locked. As he walked down the stairs, he noticed Robert's familiar voice from the living room, the man sitting on the phone as he sat comfortably on the sofa, laughing about some fake business deal that was most likely a cover up for what was really going on.
He tilted his head, wondering how a man that was so protective of his family had managed to let a secret angel inside his house to kill him without even having him checked out or searched. Finn had expected to be patted down, to have someone find his gun and shoot him in the spine before he could complete the mission. But Robert Brown may have been just as stupid as he looked in the end.
Robert laughed gruffly as Finn quietly flicked the safety of his gun, getting ready to put everything to an end. He scanned Robert's appearance, seeing nothing but a normal man on the phone as if he didn't have a care in the world. But Finn knew exactly what this man was capable and after reading several pages of the file before he arrived at his house, he felt no sympathy whatsoever for what he was about to do. Part of him knew that the man deserved it, constantly stealing money off innocent people, breaking the law, and most of all...not being the father that someone deserved. After imaging an innocent child witnessing his actions, a type of fury like no other soared through his veins.
Finn narrowed his eyes, checking his surroundings were clear as the man's back was turned to him. He scanned the room one last time before lifting up his pistol carefully, quietly stepping closer with a smirk to finish off the job like he always did.
"Finn?" a familiar sweet voice called from upstairs. "Where are you?"
His eyes squeezed closed in frustration, his hands slipping the gun into his jeans after turning the safety switch back on. Finn let out a small grunt of anger before darting back upstairs before Robert would suspect anything. His hands clenched into fists, the small yet curious girl already giving him a headache without barely speaking to him.
As Finn slid back into his room, he heard footsteps down the hallway and groaned. He looked around quickly, running a hand through his curls nervously as he pulled the pistol out of his back jean pocket. The echo of Millie's footsteps were getting louder and his eyes flickered around the room, panicking slightly at the idea of the girl finding out what he was really there for. Finn laid back down on the rumpled sheets, hiding his phone underneath the pillow which The Boss had given to him so that he could be contacted in case of emergencies or any important updates on the mission.
Stuffing the gun quickly under the end of the covers as Millie gently opened the door, he tried to look as natural as possible.
Millie smiled as she saw him, her caramel eyes flashing with nothing but kindness. She was holding a breakfast tray in her hands, the cup of coffee wobbling slightly, the china shaking as she struggled to open the door with the tray in her arms. Finn watched her struggle until she set the tray down on the beside table, putting her hands on her curvy hips with a relieved smile. Her hair was in gentle waves, her outfit clean cut and professional as if she was working in an office. Her feet were in mismatched colorful socks and he held in a snort.
"My mother told me to get the maid to bring up your breakfast" she shrugged gently, "...but I thought you would prefer a friendly face rather than a silent maid."
"Friendly?" he raised an eyebrow.
She shrugged again with a sheepish smile. "Familiar?"
"Thanks for bringing it up" he mumbled, hoping that she would take the hint to leave him alone for once.
Of course, like the irritating girl that she was, she continued talking and made herself comfy on his bed. Finn's eyes widened slightly and his body stiffened as she relaxed, her long legs spread out before her until they almost touched the gun. As she shuffled around he felt more nervous as he sipped his coffee, glancing down to where the sheet rose slightly with the pistol beneath it, only inches away from her left foot.
"I don't really like coffee, but I don't like tea either" she rambled on aimlessly, "I know that is bad...I'm British so I should love tea but it makes me feel so sick so I just can't drink it. I love hot chocolate though, I could drink that until I burst-"
"Do you ever stop talking?" he interrupted with a slight snap.
She looked down, slightly embarrassed. "Sorry...I just don't often have people to talk to, I guess I'm going a little overboard."
"You think?" he retorted. Her face fell slightly but he couldn't give a damn, he was too stressed about the fact that her toe was about three centimeters away from his pistol, something which he could not explain without telling the truth. There is no way that the curious girl would keep her mouth shut about his gun, the girl could hardly ever seem to stop talking about nonsense and it would eventually slip out.
"Look..." he sighed. "I'm just really tired right now. I haven't slept in a while so it is all kind of coming back to me, you know? I just wanted some peace and quiet."
"I can do that" she nodded eagerly.
Finn held a pillow over his eyes, hoping that she would leave. "Good." He peeked an eye open when he heard no movement and gritted his teeth when he saw her shuffling around again, trying to stay quiet. "What are you doing?"
"I'm giving you peace and quiet..." she mumbled innocently, then pleaded with him slightly, "Oh come on, I never get to see anyone. I get tutored online and I only ever meet my parents or their stuck up friends. I won't bother you...I-I just wanted some company."
When she slid closer to smile at him and got almost too close to the pistol by her foot, he snapped, coming off harsher than he wanted as he practically pushed her off the bed. "No!"
Her face clouded with disappointment. "Okay, fine. I'll go."
"Millie-" he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face in frustration.
She sent him another smile as she fled the room, but it was a different kind of smile, perhaps not so certain as if she had been let down. Finn huffed out a breath once the door closed, sighing in relief and stashing it underneath the second pillow safely. He had searched for a safe once he had first arrived in the room, but knew that if Robert didn't trust him, that would be the first place where he could check for anything suspicious.
Most of all, Finn didn't know how he was going to kill the girl that was a little too curious, never seeming to take the hint to leave him alone.
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~Jodie