zydrate
Sweet Zydrate
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It was over. At least she hoped it was.
Nicole lay on the ground of the empty warehouse, the rain falling hard outside.
Her breathing was fast and it seemed as her adrenaline wore down, the pain in her ribs increased. There were a few cracked but thankfully, none felt broken. The gash above her right eyebrow was starting to clot...leaving a drying out trail down the side of her face.
With a groan, she rolled onto her side, her weapon never leaving her hand. As she stood, she could see Carter laying in a heap not more than a few yards from her. She didn't need to check on him to know that she finished the job, she never left a mark alive. That was why they called on her.
Was she bad? Was she good? Hell, she didn't know... the only thing she did know was that she was done. Done with this life. It had brought her good money but she was getting tired of it. And, although she didn't want to admit it, she was getting old.
Sure, 30 years old wasn't old to some but in this line of work... she was way past retirement. Her body couldn't do it anymore and, she didn't want to do it anymore.
As she thought that, she grabbed her phone and called the only number she had memorized. Her handler.
The other end only rang for half a second.. no greeting... just Nicole saying, "I'm done."
The reply "The job is done, you mean?"
She gasped silently, as a wave of pain vibrated through the side of her head.. fucking migraine, "Yes. And so am I."
They had discussed it before. But only in jest... at least that's what he thought. No, she was done. She heard him start to say something but Nicole ended the call. She quickly opened up the phone and took out the sim card, which she broke in half and tossed aside. The phone quickly followed but before it could land, a bullet pierced through it.
Hey, she could still shoot, at least.
Was all this really done? The job.. yes. Her commitment to the agency? Who knew...
*****
** Ennis Montana - 329 days later **
Her classroom. School would be starting in a week and she still felt like she needed more time. Teaching 4th graders was something she'd never done. Sure, she had her license and degree but it was like having the credentials to drive but no vehicle. Would the students like her? Would the parents approve of her. She wasn't like the other teachers who grew up around her, she was an out of towner, newly transported no less than six months ago... of course there would talking behind her back, that she couldn't help.
Nicole felt she had worked hard on starting to build something in this small town but mostly kept to herself. She didn't need the job but then again, she needed to work in order to fit in... what ever 'in' was around here.
Most she had met around town were friendly enough... she just hoped it stayed that way.
She saw the sign on classroom door, "Ms. Martin, 4th Grade." Oh boy, Martin.. OK, so it wasn't that clever in differentiating her real last name but she felt like it fit, plus, it made it easier to listen for in case... well, just in case.
Nicole lay on the ground of the empty warehouse, the rain falling hard outside.
Her breathing was fast and it seemed as her adrenaline wore down, the pain in her ribs increased. There were a few cracked but thankfully, none felt broken. The gash above her right eyebrow was starting to clot...leaving a drying out trail down the side of her face.
With a groan, she rolled onto her side, her weapon never leaving her hand. As she stood, she could see Carter laying in a heap not more than a few yards from her. She didn't need to check on him to know that she finished the job, she never left a mark alive. That was why they called on her.
Was she bad? Was she good? Hell, she didn't know... the only thing she did know was that she was done. Done with this life. It had brought her good money but she was getting tired of it. And, although she didn't want to admit it, she was getting old.
Sure, 30 years old wasn't old to some but in this line of work... she was way past retirement. Her body couldn't do it anymore and, she didn't want to do it anymore.
As she thought that, she grabbed her phone and called the only number she had memorized. Her handler.
The other end only rang for half a second.. no greeting... just Nicole saying, "I'm done."
The reply "The job is done, you mean?"
She gasped silently, as a wave of pain vibrated through the side of her head.. fucking migraine, "Yes. And so am I."
They had discussed it before. But only in jest... at least that's what he thought. No, she was done. She heard him start to say something but Nicole ended the call. She quickly opened up the phone and took out the sim card, which she broke in half and tossed aside. The phone quickly followed but before it could land, a bullet pierced through it.
Hey, she could still shoot, at least.
Was all this really done? The job.. yes. Her commitment to the agency? Who knew...
*****
** Ennis Montana - 329 days later **
Her classroom. School would be starting in a week and she still felt like she needed more time. Teaching 4th graders was something she'd never done. Sure, she had her license and degree but it was like having the credentials to drive but no vehicle. Would the students like her? Would the parents approve of her. She wasn't like the other teachers who grew up around her, she was an out of towner, newly transported no less than six months ago... of course there would talking behind her back, that she couldn't help.
Nicole felt she had worked hard on starting to build something in this small town but mostly kept to herself. She didn't need the job but then again, she needed to work in order to fit in... what ever 'in' was around here.
Most she had met around town were friendly enough... she just hoped it stayed that way.
She saw the sign on classroom door, "Ms. Martin, 4th Grade." Oh boy, Martin.. OK, so it wasn't that clever in differentiating her real last name but she felt like it fit, plus, it made it easier to listen for in case... well, just in case.
