I wake up around 5 o'clock in the morning, ready to start the day. People always wondered why I got up so early. I always have just found it easier. I Went to my closet and pulled out some clothes. I pulled out Arizona dark wash jeans, my cropped black lace shirt, my favorite leather jacket, and black knee high combat boots.
To most I look goth, but hey there's a good reason I'm known as Shadow in the under world. I Walked down the stairs to greet John at the dinning room table. He looked even more tired than usual, with dark bags under his eyes and a slouch in his posture. Thomas must have had him up all night working.
"He have you up all night again?" I ask, though it was clear. "Yeah, I got all the background info I could on Styles," he answers handing me a packet that had to be at least 10 inches thick. "Good God! What did you do?! Print his life story?!" I spat.
"No, but I did find out that Harry is quite the con artist," he collected his thoughts, "in fact he always has been," John finished, "Thomas will be quite pleased." "Good I don't really like to disappoint him," I say lowering my hands, the packet folded neatly in my hands.
I thank John for the information and headed out the door. I lifted my hand to look at my wrist communicator. I call my limo. It soon pulled up and I hopped in.
Now that we have some time you probably want to know more about me. As you know I am an 18 year old assassin, but what you don't know is that it's much deeper than that. My brother and I work for a secret, but big time assassination company. Thomas Jensen is our boss and I'm the best agent he has. He gives me all the hard assignments because I don't leave a trace.
I have middle length brown hair with one green streak in the front. One of my eyes is blue and the other is green, don't ask I was born this way. I come from a broken home, both my parents abused me when John wasn't around. The only reason that they didn't do it when John was around is because John was stronger than both of them combined.
Now I reached the home central of our operation, the tiki tub. I know what you're thinking, but just wait. I got out of the limo and walked toward the the back of the building, a spring in my step. I reached the back door, pulling the rusty handle open. I went over to the far wall in the room and pushed the secret panel inward until the hidden door opened.
In the front of the building this place is just a dumpy bar, but in the back behind the wall is a world all it's own. There is a network of spies and assassins. I am the best of them. I walk past the first and second hall of offices until I reach the third. I walk to the very end, to the biggest office, the office of Thomas Jensen. I push the door open and sit down in the empty chair.
I threw the packet on his lap. Only then did he look up from the game on his phone. "Ah, Ms. Prior you finally showed up," he says with a smug look written on his face. "Finally?! I'm 4 hours early to the dang meeting?!" "Is that so? Hmm," he said looking falsely confused. "Oh come on Jensen stop fooling around why did you need to see me?" I ask clearly annoyed.
"Because you need to realize that Harry Edward Styles is no normal job. He is going to be hard to fool." He answers. "That's it? You called me here for that? Get out of my way I've got a plane to catch," I say walking out. I slammed the door shut behind me, what a dip stick...