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"I have to say Fiona, you are the most unbelievably stupid person in the world" Jarvis said in my ear as I patched myself up from the roof drop. I cleaned my nose up and put a plaster on it, and then began stitching my hip and my ankle.

Okay, so the universe wasn't always on my side, and the mattress that I landed on last time was out of a one time luck. Therefore when I did drop, the intention was to hold on to the pipe attached to the wall, but my hand slipped, and I hit the ground after slicing my hip against the wall in failed attempt to hold on to it, and fell on my ankle.

Who ever said falling with style didn't exist?

"You've said that for the tenth time since I came back, can't you congratulate me for not getting killed?" I rolled my eyes as I finished stitching my ankle that had split open when I fell on the uneven ground.

"No, because you didn't kill Dominic Hawke, so you going was quite pointless"

"Well then shut up because you're not doing anything but being a bitch," I knitted my eyebrows "I mean if you were here patching me up or there telling me what to do or helping me and you said all of this I wouldn't have cared, but you're not."

"Fiona-" he began but I pressed the ear com to turn it off, cutting him off.

The League pissed me off, and so did Jarvis.

I was here doing their dirty work for them, and even though they gave me eleven days to kill the guy they expected me to kill him on the first. Which is why Jarvis called me 'pointless'. He never did that before when I had three days, so why now? Like all they do is sit on their arses all day ordering us to kill people for them, and if we get caught we are the ones who die or get jailed, not them.

And sometimes I felt like they wanted me dead. Like today. Every single one of my instincts told me today that they put me up to this to kill me, nothing else. Which was partially the reason why I told Dom to leave things for the day.

But I'll see what to do with this, because this is my fight. The way I survive, so even Jarvis or The League can't do anything even if they wanted to.

Flashback

The drive that held the world was what my father had left in a book. It was like fate wanted me to find it, because the books he read were cooking books (because he wanted to cook me food so I didn't feel the need of a mom) and I never opened them, but I did one day.

My mom passed away when I was seven years old in a car accident (which I also began doubting after my dad died) and since then we lived together and bonded so well we were more like best friends than father and daughter.

Which was definitely why the pain and loss of his mis presence combined into one feeling.

Anger.

The feeling that brought on the urge for
Blood lust.

The feeling that brought on the need for
Revenge.

I looked through the drive day and night, searching for things, things that lead to his death, his agent number and file, and then found his last target which was Kyle's uncle. And on the drive there was a number, which I rang after a day of deep thought.

"Hello?" A robotic voice answered.
"Hi, I'm the daughter of Agent 02274, and I would like to become an assassin to take revenge of my father's death."

End of flashback

That day, I spent my time finding a place for us to meet the next day, and after I did I put my ear com on to tell Jarvis so he could tell Dominic somehow.

" Jarvis, tell Dominic to meet me in Sydney, Australia tomorrow. I'll tell you the time after I sort myself out in my beach house"

Naughty naughty, taking advantage are we?

"But the Head said it's supposed to take place here in Hawaii" Jarvis protested.

I smiled and spoke with the fake bitchy tone
"Well I don't care. If the Head has a problem she or he can speak to me them self, otherwise I'll do what I want."

Jarvis was quiet for a minute or so, and then said
"Okay, your flight is booked for tonight, I'll get the ticket and your fake ID card posted to you in a bit."

"Attaboy Jarvis". Not with the tone I used to have on, but with the formal and get to the point tone.

"And Fiona?" he called before I turned it back off, so I just remained quiet.

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier, they were listening." and he turned it off himself.

What?

No idea what that meant.

Hours later:

I was sat on the plane, and it was Economy Class, I think I pissed the League off, but I was fine with it because I'm not, never have been and never will be greedy or a snob.

It felt normal to be amongst everyone else, and it felt relaxing as I sat next to an old woman who was hilarious and awesome at the same time.

I got off the plane the next morning, and went out to see a man in a suit and sunglasses. Obviously my guy, so I went up to him and held my hand out

"Agent 05832"

He didn't move, so I waved my fingers in his face
"Hello?"

"He's for me, actually" an annoyingly familiar voice spoke from behind me. I just turned and nodded whilst lifting my sunglasses so they pushed my wavy brown hair back and rested on my head.

"Thanks asshole"

He was wearing a black V-neck with blue denim jeans, and he held his jacket over his shoulder with two fingers.

So not fit.

Or so you say.

I began to walk off in the other direction as I saw another man in a suit, but Dominic called from behind me

"Hey!"
I turned around and put my hand in my denim short's pocket, leaning on to one side.

"What?" I shrugged, and he just knitted his eyebrows

"Nothing forget it."

"Fine" and I turned around, carrying on walking. Clearly, I wasn't in any mood, and I kind of thought he realised too, which was why he didn't say anything.

I got my keys to the gorgeous Dodge Charger 1967 that was parked a little away, and sat in it. This was my dream car back in high school because Dom - the better one- from Fast and Furious had it, and it was gorgeous.

Now, it was so normal for me to have it, except I got an adrenaline rush whenever I drove it.

I got out of the airport and began driving with Jarvis in my ear giving me directions to my beach house, and put on the radio to hear one of my favourites, We Own It by 2 chainz and Wiz Khalifa (which was such a coincidence seeing as though I was driving Dominic Toretto's car).

As we got onto the highway, there was a revving behind me, and after looking through the mirror I saw a matte black Porsche 911 speeding its way towards me.

I let out a laugh, and my mood automatically got better. I changed the gear and slowed a little so Dominic could catch up to me, and when he did we both put our windows down.

He spoke first
"You feeling better?"

I rolled my eyes with a laugh
"Not yet. But I will after I kick your ass in this race"

Dominic smirked
"It's like you read my mind, Hayley." and he held up a gun at me. I smiled, and with one hand on the steering wheel, I leaned a little down and held up a rifle, its mouth poking out the window.

Dominic started laughing, the deep chuckle coming from him making me laugh too, after so long. I was caught up thinking about the whole League thing, and then about my father too, so much that I didn't even speak to Jarvis properly either.

"You're crazy" he called, and then drove past me, being ahead.

I put the rifle down and shook my head
"I am aren't I?" and then put the volume louder as I put my foot down on the acceleration.

It was so weirdly fun, as we were both ahead of each other at times, and there was me rapping alongside Wiz Khalifa and Dominic laughing in disbelief.

There were two roads, leading seperate ways, so we nodded at each other and took a road each. After driving for about ten minutes, Jarvis spoke in my ear

"Take a left and then a right"

"Why?" I asked.
"Just do it"

So I did. I took a left and then a right, ending up on a road that had no lanes.

I stopped the car and asked Jarvis
"Jarvis, wha-" but I was interrupted as I saw a matte black Porsche coming towards me.

"Oh, I get it now. It's all planned" was all I said, but in my head I knew that somehow the two Leagues were in on something together, and me and Dominic were getting in the middle of it all. It was all just so weird, it was like they both wanted us both dead, I just couldn't get my finger on it.

He stopped his Porsche and revved it, so did I.

I put my foot down and began driving towards him, and he did the same. We both went so fast towards each other but both turned on the last second, skimming our cars past each others'. We bought them round and parked opposite each other, him getting out first.

As I got out, I held two guns up at him, and on cue he took out one that was slightly bigger.

"I won that race you know" I flicked my eyebrows at him, and he scoffed

"Yeah, right."

"Nice to know we finally agree on something"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night"

"That's hardly anything, to be honest"

"You too?" he asked, as we froze in the action of our fingers on the trigger.

"Yep, I don't think any assassin can sleep with what we have to go through, unlike the people we work for who sit on their dumb fat arses all day long." and I shot out of anger, but I shot very close to his ear, missing it purposely.

Dominic let out a breath
" Looks like someone has a problem with who you work for"

"I hate them" I blew my hair out of my face.

"Another thing we agree on" was all he said before he began shooting at me, and I jumped onto the side of my car, blocking the bullets from hitting me.

"Why don't you just let me kill you if you hate the job?" he called, and I let out a whoop of laughter in response, and he then began talking

"So that's why your mood was off earlier, I was expecting you to give a sarcy comment but you didn't."

I moved into view, holding up a small grenade, and threw it at him whilst calling back
"Maybe!"

"Holy shit!" he ran and jumped onto the grass as it exploded, and in the meantime I sat back into my car and began driving past him slowly. He stood up and shook his head at me with a smirk

"I'm telling you, you're absolutely crazy, and I can't wait to get this over with."

"Another thing we agree on. I think today's just a bad day for me" I winked and drove off into the distance, looking back out of the window and yelling

"Farewell Henry the Eighth!"

"That was lame, Fiona" Jarvis said to me, and I just said

"Shut up, loser"

I got to the beach house and threw myself into the shower, thinking about what Jarvis said to me.

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier, they were listening"

What the hell was that supposed to mean?

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