Amora and Scarlett sat down in the spotless white chairs. Everything was so familiar about this place. Especially the man in the white chair behind the desk. Like a scene from a movie, the chair slowly swiveled to reveal a cruel-looking face. The only thing that wasn't white in the room besides Amora and Scarlett's clothing, the black suit didn't seem very friendly.
"ok.. Here's the deal. We have another mission for you" the guy in the black suit, other known as Jed, says. Amora and Scarlett were perfect for the job, like always. They were two teenaged girls. Not one should would think that these two young ladies would be assassins. They looked too dignified and over all lovely to be waisting there time hunting down the "good guys".
Amore was the fast one, light on her feet and swift with the jabs. She was good at hiding and surprising. You'd never see her coming. She didn't like what she did much. She was the one to kill people, and she didn't like it. To see the lights leave somebody's eyes was a terrible thing. And then when she'd want to meet somebody, she never could. She always have to murder them. Scarlett was the luring one. Always the bait. It was her job to seduce the victims. She was older so she was decoy. She hated it of course, thought she'd never actually fall in love. Especially if she ended up killing them before she eve knew they're favorite color.
Amora lightly smiled. She may have hated her job but another skill she had was acting. Or other wise the true word for it, lying. They only people that could tell was the people that loved her, and were really close to her. But those people were dead. Her parents died in a car accent. She never likes to talk about it. She's always busy trying to act tough. Scarelett smiled faintly. All she could think of is here we go again. It was the same old same old with them. They both knew it was always going to be like this too. At least they had each other for company. They both vowed to each other if somehow Jed told them to kill each other, they would refuse.
They knew each other too well. They had told each other too much. Amora was all Scarlett had, Scarlett was all Amora had. Scarlett's parents threw her out when she was 11. They weren't too good to her in the first place. "So what's this mission about Jed?" Amora finally said. Jed shifted in his chair. "Well girls, this one is going to be your toughest yet. They're very well known, famous if you will, and are constantly surrounded." Jed spoke slowly, like he always did. Scarlett scoffed and Amora leaned forward. "Jed, if you can find something we can't do, I'll kill Scarlett." "I'll kill myself." Scarlett opposed.
Amora was eager to know what the next mission was. The thing she loved about being an assistant was the sneaking around. A job perfect for to sly women. Scarelett waited patiently, which was hard for her. She never wanted to be in one place for too long. Amora could wait a little longer than Scarelett, but even she was getting restless. “So...what's your next mission?” Amora snapped. Sometimes, Amora just couldn't keep her mouth shut. Jed eyed Amora not liking her unpleasant tone. Scarelett looked over at Amora., a little worried. I mean, they were dealing with high-end killers. “I want you to kill the Jonas Brothers” Jed says.
