I was going on my first mission today. It was simple and small, just me paired up with a One to take someone out. I stood in all black, which was required, as I waited in the lobby. The man who worked the night shift was sitting at the desk, typing something on the computer. I didn't know who I was paired up with, but my wonder was soon answered when the elevator opened and Jimmy walked out.

"Alright, fucker, let's head out," Jimmy said.

It was something about two in the morning. They gave me a file on the person I was meant to kill and told me what time to head to the lobby. I'm doing this one at night because that's when it's easiest and since this is my first mission, they wanted to make it easier for me so I can learn. That's also why they paired me up with a One, so I can have someone to guide me when I needed help.

"Alright," I muttered, feeling nervous.

We walked outside quietly, heading down an alleyway.

"Did you read the file?" Jimmy asked. "Study it? Memorize it?"

I nodded, surprised by how serious he was all of the sudden. It was an odd change from his normal childish and playful demeanor.

"So, what happened last time that Frank warned you not to do with the stakeout?" I asked, trying to figure out if it had something to do with my family.

"Oh, I killed some people," he said.

"Like who?" I asked.

"Some guards," he said. "It was at some warehouse and I got too close and they saw me so I killed them but then people noticed that I killed them so we got caught."

Oh, so this had nothing to do with my family.

"What about anything from about a month ago?" I asked. "Any complications in a shooting?"

Jimmy seemed to think for a minute before shaking his head. "No, don't think so, things usually go smoothly."

I nodded, frowning slightly. So it was only Frank who knew about Lindsey and Bandit. But if he was the one who looked at me in the car, then doesn't he know what my face looks like?

"Okay, we go around here," Jimmy whispered.

I chose to ignore the thoughts in my head, focusing instead on my mission. I was looking for a man named Jerry. He was apparently a sexual offender but was never prosecuted due to his white male privilege. He was twenty years old and attended college to get a degree in business. And I couldn't help but agree with this company for once. This man was the walking image of white male privilege and he should be stopped. If the courts won't do it, then what's so bad about me doing it?

"Now, you're going to do this by yourself but if you mess up then I will take this into my own hands," Jimmy said, his very serious tone back again. "And that means me killing him for you and you not moving up for a longer time. And if you attract the police, it is, unfortunately, my job to help you get away back to the company building. But just because it's my job, doesn't mean I'll like it then I won't like you and you don't want that."

I nodded, turning around the corner onto the empty street.

"You memorized his patterns that were put into the file?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Good, because it won't be so easy later on," he said. "You won't get a file, only a name. You'll have to do everything. Scope him out, study his patterns and relationship. You'll get a weapon and a name and that's it. Have they told you what to do if you get caught by police?"

I shook my head.

"Well, when you get caught then you don't say a word about us. You take all the blame for yourself and get life in prison," Jimmy explained and I gulped. "If you do say something, we will go after the people you care about and then we will kill you."

Well, you've already done that first part.

"Okay, keep quiet and in the shadows," Jimmy said.

I nodded and walked forward with him following close behind. I stepped into the bar where he was usually at in Friday nights. The two of us stayed there for about five minutes before he left, just like we knew he would. We followed him down the empty street until we walked into an alley, going behind the buildings and running so we were ahead of him. As he walked passed us, I knocked over a can to gain his attention. He went down the alleyway out of curiosity, just like I had hoped. I pulled out my pistol and gave a clean shot to his head as fell to the ground, the silencer on my gun making it so people wouldn't even notice.

"Good job," Jimmy said. "Now, let's get out of here, we don't wanna be hanging around when someone finds the body."

I nodded and we hurried off, running within the shadows back to the building. I had expected to feel regret and guilt after I killed him but I didn't. It kind of felt good. I felt powerful.

"I have a question," I said as we walked, now a safe distance from the scene. "If someone who works for the company gets fired, how can you trust them not to tell the police about you?"

"Oh, we don't," Jimmy said.

I looked at him in confusion and he smiled, his playful aura back again.

"When we fire people we literally fire them," he said, imitating shooting himself in the head.

"You kill them?" I asked.

"Well yeah, can't risk them telling everyone," he said. "So if you were thinking about it, don't quit or get fired because then you will die."

"Damn, that's pretty serious," I remarked.

"Well, this is a serious job," Jimmy said. "Training people to take out the people who do wrong."

I nodded as we headed back into the building. I was supposed to report to the mission director after I was done. I went down a few floors and went into his office where he was waiting for me. Jeph looked up at me when I walked in, gesturing for me to sit in the seat across his desk.

"Now, how'd it go?" Jeph asked.

"Killed him cleanly with no one around," I stated.

He smiled, taking the folder from my hand.

"Nice job, keep up this work and you might be promoted soon," Jeph said.

I nodded, getting up and heading to my room. I've been staying here a lot more than going back to my house. It's really not that bad here. I mean, I don't have to pay bills or taxes or pay for food. Part of me wonders why I didn't just stay here before.

I sat down on my bed, chucking off my shoes. I changed into a pair of grey sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt. I put my gun into my closet on the rack, where I have accumulated a couple of other weapons. There were two knives, a switchblade, and two pistols. I shut the closet door and laid back on my bed. There was a knock on the door and I went to open it, seeing Tyler standing there.

"Hey, can I come in?" He asked.

I nodded my head and he stepped inside, sitting down on the little couch I had in here. I sat down on the edge of the bed and I looked at him in question.

"So, how was your first mission?" He asked.

"It was fine, it wasn't actually bad to kill him at all," I said. "So, why'd you come here?"

"Okay I just need to talk about Josh, is that okay?" He asked.

I nodded my head and he sighed in relief.

"Okay, great, because I am having a serious problem," Tyler said. "So we made this bet and we both lost."

I raised my eyebrow as I looked at him. "How is that a problem, then?"

"Because we have to tattoo each other's names on our body," he explained. "That's, like, a big thing. That's the kind of things that couples do but he doesn't really see it as a big deal. But I see it as such a big deal even though I probably shouldn't but I just do. And like he's just so great and I'm going to have his name tattooed on my body for the rest of his life."

"Well yeah, tattooing someone else's name on your body is a pretty big thing," I agreed. "He obviously likes you a lot, whether it be as friends or more."

"So, should I kiss him?" He asked.

"You know, I have absolutely no clue," I said.

"I want to so badly but he just seems to do the opposite," Tyler said.

I sighed, running a hand down my face. "Dude, he's not gonna be here forever. I learned that the hard way, people are gonna go and you just gotta act before they're gone. Tell him how you feel before it's too late."

Tyler nodded his head. "Thanks, man. Sorry I keep bothering you about this. Anyways, how's it going with you and Frank?"

My eyes widened as I looked at him, sputtering in shock. "W-what are you talking about?"

"Oh, dude, I thought you were into him, sorry," Tyler said.

"Wh-why would you think that?" I asked.

"You tend to talk about him a lot so I just assumed," he explained.

I shook my head quickly. "No, I am definitely not into him, never in a million years. He's rude and inconsiderate and a killer for crying out loud."

Tyler shrugged getting up to leave. "Well, seems to me and the other guys like you've sort of got a thing for him."

He walked out and I fell back onto the bed. I most certainly don't have a thing for him, I hate him.