It was almost midnight as I pulled into the parking lot of Bang, the music from the newly opened club was so loud, that I could feel the music through the doors of my beloved sports car. Yawning, I grabbed my gun out from under my seat, and then slipped it into the holster that was attached to the back of my bra. I pulled down my visor and tucked the pieces of my natural black hair into the long blonde wig I had on. If I hadn't had known better I would have thought the wig was the real thing.

Next, I covered up my ocean blue eyes and put on some brown contacts. Then I slipped on a pair of plain Black, 3-inched heels, this particular pair was a favorite of mine. They were custom made by The Agency and were designed to break apart, changing my once tall heels to flats, making it easier to change my appearance. The heel itself had a built in flashlight, and it had a built in taser (which thankfully I have never had to use). I glanced down at my phone to check the time, which read 12:00 AM. Grabbing my burner phone from the glove box, I slipped it into the strap on my inner thigh, as well as one of my combat knives. With that, I got out of my car and made my way inside.

As I was approaching the front door, I reached into the wallet I was carrying. Crap. I mentally scolded myself when I realized that I had left the fake ID from The Agency at home. This should be interesting. I looked up to notice that the two bouncers at the front door did not look like they were taking any crap from anyone. The first guy was short and extremely overweight, he had a ridiculous looking mullet and was pretty ugly if I do say so myself. The second bouncer was night and day different from the first one, he was a healthy weight but was very muscular, he had green eyes, and had a modern rust brown haircut. When I had moved up to the front of the line, I tried to just squeeze past with the group in front of me but the second bouncer grabbed my arm and held out his hand for my ID.

"Sorry boys I must have left my ID at home" I said after I dug through my purse for a minute to make it more believable. This isn't going to work! Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that a man, who had the word BOSS printed onto his T-shirt, was most definitely checking me out. Now this I can work with. I abruptly turned around and walked over to him. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, I pulled his head down closer to me and whispered in his ear,

"I left my ID at home but I'm meeting someone important and need to get in, if you help me, I will make it worth your while" Nodding, he snaked his arm around my waist and brought me over towards the two bouncers. That was entirely too easy.

"Anyone want to tell me why you aren't letting my girl get through?" He spat while looking between the two.

"Ughh she didn't have her ID." Replied the fat one, while looking like he was a child that had just been scolded by his parents.

"If it's her ID you need here, she left it at my place last night." He said in an I dare you to look way as he began to fish his wallet out of his pocket.

"No no no we don't need to see it Boss!" The second bouncer answered as soon as the words had left his bosses lips. Huffing, their boss snaked his arm back around my waist and lead me inside. Once we were inside we both just looked at each other then burst out laughing.

"So, Braxton, I guess I owe you." I said while I flicked the name tag on his chest.

"It would seem that way."

"Here I have to go now." I said as I handed him a paper with my personal number on it.

"Yeah so you can ignore me? I'm not stupid." He said as if this was not the first time this had happened.

"I'll answer and we can do whatever you want". I responded as I looked at the time on my phone, it read 12:10. Ughh only ten more minutes until the power is out, then its go time. Then I turned and left before he could protest.

Once I left him I looked around, they had a bar on the right, with about twenty bar stools and had five bartenders mixing drinks. A whole bunch of tiny disco balls were hanging around one big one in the center of the dance floor, that was in the middle of the club. The dance floor had flashing neon tiles, where a hundred or so sweaty and drunk bodies were dancing on and with people. Straight ahead, there was a stage, where there would be an occasional show, put one by one or many male or female strippers, or a paid lap dance. There were bathrooms just left of the stage, and to the right of it were all the VIP rooms, for all the rich people who wanted private shows. Scattered around there were booths and table spread throughout the club.

"Hey y-you com'n dance with meh." Commanded a man who had came up from behind me. I simply pushed him away and made my way to the bar. I still have a few minutes before the light go out.

"Vodka on the rocks" I told the bartender, when all of a sudden a pair of hands grabbed my waist, and pulled me against his body.

"Come dance ith me, ets goo!" The same guy from a few seconds ago demanded again. Throwing his hands off me, I downed the shot that the bartender had placed in front of me.

"Need me to call security ma'am?" The bartender asked from behind the counter. I could see Braxton who was dealing with a problem down at the other end of the bar, but he motioned for the bouncer next to him to handle it and made his way towards me. I waved them both off, meanwhile down bar lots of people seemed interested in what was going on. The drunkard once again came behind up behind me, he reeked of vomit and beer. He was now hugging me from behind, then he started to sniff my hair. Well that's not weird at all. Creep. Having enough of this guy, I leaned my head down, and then quickly drove it up, hitting him directly in the face. He stumbled backwards, then the bartender came up to me once again and opened his mouth to say something when I cut him off,

"One more same thing." I ordered as is nothing had ever happened. I could feel everyone else's eyes on me from all around the bar. Suddenly I felt a swift tug on my wig and may actual hair underneath. Shoot, hopefully my wig is still intact. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Braxton and another bouncer run over to assist me.

"You little Bi-" the drunk guy hissed into my ear. Before he could make his next move, I grabbed his arm that was in my hair, and spun myself around, leaving me to face him. I smirked devilishly, then drove my knee as hard as I could, straight into his groin. He immediately fell to the ground, screaming, while gripping his new injury. Well he can kiss children goodbye! I was busy imagining how to further inflict pain on him when he got up, then I was pulled out of my thoughts when the bartender came with me next shot.

"Thanks." I murmured as I nodded in the bartenders direction, then I glanced at his name, which read Ted.

"Actually, I think I'm gonna need one more of these Ted." I told him as I saw that the man had almost recovered from the blow. Almost was a bit of a stretch though, just as he was about to stand up, he toppled back down, acting like it had happened all over again. After a minute of waiting, Ted finally came over with my drink. I turned around and saw that Braxton was still hovering, but the other bouncer had apparently left at some point. Without turning around, I could feel the man finally stand up behind me. He grunted, then started charging towards me, yelling like a caveman, or maybe he was howling, I don't even know.

Just as he was about to tackle me to the ground, I simply sidestepped, and he came crashing to the edge of the bar. An explosion of laughter erupted throughout the bar area. Then the guy dramatically collapsed to the floor, I debated just walking away but decided that he was asking for it. So I walked up to him and kicked him in the groin, again.

"You might want to get that checked out." I told him my voice was dripping with fake concern. Smirking I grabbed my last remaining drink and threw it into his eyes, slapped a twenty on the bar, then walked away to go kill my target. As I went to walk away, the bar once again roared with laughter.

"Glad I could amuse you," I snapped as I walked off. I pulled out my burner phone and checked the time. 12:20. At that moment the lights went out and a couple screams were heard throughout the club. Right on time! Then I made my way to the control room. The control room was located just to the right of the stage, which was right next to the VIP rooms, which happened to be right where my target was. On my burner, I had the specs of the layout of the building, which I had studied prior to coming here. I also had the list of employees which I clearly should have looked abut didn't. The burner phone also had a loud modified speaker, which would simulate the sound of gunshots. I also had the employee handbook that had all of the rules, regulations, and procedures such as the ones for a power shortage.

They were supposed to have two bouncers in the control room at all times, when they had an issue they were supposed to radio their boss, who happened to be Braxton, on their walkie-talkies. To get into the control center, you had to do a thumbprint and scan your ID. The agency had given me a flash drive to bypass all the clubs alarms but it was useless to me at the moment because of the power shortage. Apparently, they like to spend their money on useless crap. You would think that the club would have a backup battery or something, but I mean it makes it easier for me, so whatever. Sighing, I turned on my personal phone and set a timer for five minutes. Then I quickly ran to the control room, but quickly slowed to a walk when the door to the control room swung open, revealing one of the bouncers came out from the door.

"I'll be right back Grady. Everything's down!" He said while taking off down the dark hallway. I couldn't help but chuckle at the panic in their voices. If only I could see their faces, once the guns go off! The bouncer nearly ran into me as he rushed past, rolling my eyes I grabbed the door before it closed and slipped in.

"Hey! You can't be in here miss!" The bouncer yelled as he saw me.

"Oh *hiccup*I need to use *hiccup* the little girls room!" I squealed while stumbling towards him. Sighing, he started walking towards me.

"Ughh give me a sec Boss. Gotta drunk that needs to use the head." I inwardly chuckled at his choice of words before reaching behind my back to get my gun. When he got close enough, I drew my gun, and pistol-whipped him across the temple, rendering him unconscious. I dragged him into a corner of the room, then went over to the security camera and took out their Video feed data. Then I pulled out my burner phone and glanced at the file of the man I was about to kill.

Target: Buck Veryes

Age: 53

Sex: Male

Price: Eight Grand total 50% for The Agency

Level of danger: 3 out of ten

Wrongdoing: Not listed

I rolled my eyes at the not listed. The least you can do is let me know why you want a bullet through his skull. I always spent the time to look at why they had a price on their head, not because I cared if they were innocent, I just wanted to know whether to kill them quickly, or if I could have some fun with them, before the final bullet pierced their head. I didn't have to dig deep to find out who Veryes was because my dad came up behind me and recognized him immediately, turns out that he was wanted by the police, for the rape and murder of ten children under the age of fourteen. The agency had been keeping an eye on him as he moved from place to place, and apparently, they decided they were ready for me to off him.

Once I was done checking my phone, I set out to find VIP room #3 and kill Buck. Slipping out of the control room, I ran down the hall squinting to find the correct room. Once I found it, I entered quickly but quietly, they fortunately had found some candles and had lit them around the room. The candles were bright enough that I could clearly make out everyone in the room (which happened to be just Buck).

"Hey there Mister! You ready for the show of your life?" I said as I walked further into the room. Buck started to nod his head up and down, like a child at a candy shop, as I approached. The room was empty except for a pole, a couple chairs, and a few props. Smirking I pulled a rope from my wallet and went up behind him.

"Ready?" I bent down and breathed in his ear, once again he was nodding his head excitedly at me.

"Okay close your eyes." I said while rolling my own. As soon as he did, I brought my hands around his neck and pulled the rope taunt, leaving no slack in it. Then I laid it down gently on his chest then loosely wrapped it in a circle around his neck then pulled, hard. The chair started to tip, but I shot my foot up, and pushed it against the back of the chair, preventing it from falling back and from him hitting me. He gasped and started pulling at the rope, when he could not move the rope, he began trying to claw around behind him, to hopefully grab me and fend me off. Good thing I stepped back! After about thirty seconds I let go, as I did he fell down clutching his throat and gasping for air. Then I pulled out my gun and walked around, then pointed it at his head, and cocked it.

"H-h-help!" He tried to yell but it came out as a mere whisper.

"No one is going to help you Buck, just like no one helped those little boys and girls." I said with a sadistic grin, as I circled around him. I pulled out the suppressor I had in my purse and attached it to the end of my gun, then,

Bang.

The gunshot wound to his leg brought back his voice as if it had never left.

"No no st-stop please I-I'll do anything! Stooop." He whined.

"Now Buck what could I possibly want that you could give me?"

"Umm I-I-I have, I have. Oh yeah I have, I-I-I-I hav-"That's what I thought. Shaking my head, I pointed my gun at his shoulder, and shot.

Bang.

The gunshot rang throughout the room, as did a blood-curdling scream. Well I guess we are about to find out just how thin these walls are! Just as I thought that the door to the room swung open and a concerned looking stripper came in, she told one look at Veryes, and ran out of the room screaming,

"Gun!"

"Oops, looks like id better hurry." Buck started shaking his head frantically.

"No no please! I will do anything! I'll stop, I won't even touch the boy I have at my house! I will let him go, I-I promise," Buck pleaded.

"Okay tell me where he is, I will still kill you, but I just won't draw it out." I countered.

"What! No! I will bring you to my house and if he isn't there, you can kill me. And when you see that he is there, you have to let me go. You gotta not kill me after I give him to you though." I rolled my eyes. Yeah right!

"See you in Hell," I muttered as I sent the final bullet flying into his skull. Bending down I put two fingers on the side of his neck to make sure he had no pulse, sure enough he didn't. Pulling out my personal phone, I snapped a picture of his dead body and sent the image to the number, that I had memorized for The Agency, as soon as it sent the image automatically deleted. It was another benefit of working for The Agency, the feature only worked for a few people though, but it was still cool. Next I pulled out my burner phone and played the gunshots sounds aloud, it actually sounded very real. Before I put the burner down, I wiped it off and set it to self-destruct in exactly one two minutes. I was really going to suck for them, if someone happened picked up the phone as it was about to melt, but that was their problem not mine. I would have taken the GPS tracker out of it but The Agency had already done that for me in case someone managed to get it before it could self- destruct. Once I was done wiping it down, I set the phone down then began changing my appearance. I had on a flowy black dress and had no make -up on other than a little bit of masagara.

For my new get up, I took off my dress revealing a red leather bra with a red leather mini-skirt. I pulled out my purse and grabbed some bright red lipstick that I had and put it on quickly and smeared some black eye shadow on using my finger. I straight up looked like a slut, I mean I pretty much am but whatever. Reaching back into my purse (which was pretty much a wallet) I pulled out a couple of giant rings and slid them onto my fingers. Then I ripped the wig off my head and left my natural black hair down leaving it exposed, although it was a lot longer because of all the extensions I had in my hair. Next I pulled out a thin red tote bag that I had tucked in my shoe and shoved my dress and wig into it as well as my purse, then I removed the heel part of my shoe, threw my gun back into the holster and walked out the door.

Now this is the fun part! Then I took off running, and screaming,

"Gun" as I ducked down covering my head as if I was being shot at. Inside the main part of the club, people were running out of every exit while some people had jumped behind the bar and were stacking bottles of liquor in their arms and purses then ran out of the exits as well. You could just now hear the police sirens as they approached the club. Still screaming and ducking, I quickly ran out of the club. There were a few people, mostly bouncers, ushering people out of the building, while some were just waiting around and screaming for their loved ones to hurry up and come out. Some people were hopping in their vehicles and driving away while others where just hiding behind any random cars and watching. What a bunch of idiots! A few police cars had just arrived and were hopping out of their cars and heading inside, towards the gunshots, with their guns drawn.

Once I was in my in my driveway, I killed the engine, and dialed my Bosses phone number into my phone.

Dominic: "Bailey! I got the conformation on Veryes. Any complications?"

Me: "No it went fine Dom. I was ca-"I started.

Dominic: "Wait, wait, let me guess. You are mad that The Agency gets fifty percent of the pay when you did all the hard work, aren't you.

Me: "No, well I mean yes, I am but that's not why I'm-"

Dominic: "Hey, I'll tell you what, I'm going to be passing you house at about one thirty, I'll swing by and we can talk then. I also have a couple files with me that you can pick through, if you want too. Does that work?" Dominic interrupted.

Me: "Okay fine, but you can't stay long I have school in the morning."

Dominic: "Ughh, fine, see you in a bit then." He said with clear disappointment that he couldn't stay the night. I hung up and then went inside. When I got inside the overhead light in the kitchen but every other room was dark.

"Dad, I'm home"

"I'm in my office," My dad hollered back. My dad was always in his office, most nights he forgot to go to his room and feel asleep right at his desk. When I had made it to his door, I didn't bother knocking but just walked in.

"Hey baby girl, how did it go?" He asked as soon as I stepped in.

"Fine, when I was about to kill him, he said he had another kid at his house, so the boss will be here because apparently he can't talk to me over the phone. Oh, he also has some case files for me." I said with my voice showing how thrilled I was to have to stay up and wait for him.

"Okay, but you are going to school tomorrow. No pulling the I'm too tired from work excuse." He replied while rolling his eyes at me

"Me! Never! What would make you think that I would do something like that?"

"Funny. Oh, and quick reminder, you are meeting Laurels' son tomorrow and we leave for our honeymoon tomorrow. So you will have the house to yourself for a bit."

"Fu-reak, Nico was planning on coming over after school tomorrow, is it fine if he's there?" I asked while strolling up to his desk. My dad nodded.

"Of course, besides, he seems to rein you in some." I rolled my eyes at him and poured myself a shot of the tequila the that sitting on his desk. My Dad glared at me but didn't say anything, he didn't use to let me drink until I pointed out that he did let me kill people for a living, so in hindsight me having a drink here and there wasn't all that bad.

"Good night Lee. I love you." He said through a loving smile.

"Love you too, Good night Dad, make sure you remember to sleep in your room and don't forget to eat something." I replied as I downed my drink and returned the smile. He nodded, as I turned on my heel and walked upstairs to my room. Once I got to my room, I grabbed my phone and pulled up Dominic's contact.

Me: Hey, I'm going to go to bed. Can u pick me up for school at about 7? That way I can get some sleep before school because we both know you aren't just going to leave and it's already one. Then we can talk on the drive

Dominic: Yeah that works. I will come at six though then I can join in on your workout. Does that work?

Me: Kay, that works. Night

Dominic: Night.

With that I took my make up off, took a shower, got changed the went to sleep.