When I got to the house, I had a warm shower and then took a tour of it after, breathing in the luxury as I embraced it.

It was heaven. The only heaven I was allowed into with being who I was.

But not only did the house make it heaven, but the garage outside. I had the view of the beach, the waves coming in and going out, people running around playing beachball and making sandcastles, but before the beach was the garage.

My own garage.

As I went over to it, I placed my hand on the screen that appeared, and it granted access for the shutters to begin opening. And when they did, my breath hitched in my throat.

Cars, cars and cars. And cars.

They were beautifully posed in a row, all the beautiful and beastly cars that made my heart pound.
But what caught my eye was the car I had been in love with ever since I saw it. The car that was deadly fast, but the most stunning of all.

McLaren.

I walked upto it and circled it like ten billion times over as I just couldn't stop staring at her beauty. I saw that there were a bunch of keys placed on the table in the middle of the garage, and as I went over to it I picked up the keys to the McLaren. My heart was literally pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. Call me dramatic if you want, but only a true car lover will understand the feelings I felt at the time.

"That's not the only exciting thing here in the garage, Fiona" Jarvis spoke.

I squinted my eyes and took in the whole place
"What do you mean?"
"Look closely, you're an assassin. Turn on your detective skills, Agent 05832"

"Okay" I bluntly spoke, and then remembered what he had said, also remembering the decision I made. I began circling the garage, staring at everything through and through . As I came to the table of keys, I picked up the jug which was placed on it and looked at the wood under. I stroked it with my two fingers and just as I did, the table began rising.

"What the..." I muttered and stepped back, watching it as it rose and moved to the side, the ground square it rested on opening like a latch. 

It was dark, so I took out my phone and put on the torch, then being able to see the ladder standing on the side.

"Oh, this better be as awesome as it seems, Jarv" I whispered, and then held my phone in my mouth as I began to climb down. After I did so, I landed on hard ground and as if it sensed me, lights blared all around, helping me see the tunnel. At the end of the tunnel was a door, to which I raced and stood before. There was no need for the slow motion and dramatic scary music thing, as I just couldn't wait to see what was on the other side! Next time, I promise :)

"The last step" Jarvis spoke in my ear, and I just clicked my tongue

"Let me guess, a hand sensor thingy, or a retinal scanner"

"Nope, in your words, a full body scan"

I gasped dramatically, placing my hands over my chest "How rudely exposing. It better not be a guy who's going to be scanning me" and then I rolled my eyes and opened my arms wide

"SCAN ME WOMAN!" I yelled, my voice then echoing through the tunnel.

"You are very childish, I have to admit"

"I've still got the child in me, I'm only 22. Or am I 23? Wow. I don't even know" I shrugged, and then asked "What do I have to do for it to scan me? Dance or strip? Because if it's the first then I can't do it to save my life, but I'd rather make a fool out of myself than str--" I was interrupted by the door beginning to unlock about seven times from inside, and then the door swung open.

"Patience, Fiona. That is all"

"Well, you're telling the wrong person for that" I replied as I slowly stepped through the door. A female voice spoke up

"Welcome, Agent 05832"

I was literally going to faint "Oh, please no. Not another one. Jarvis, tell your girlfriend I don't need her, you're as bad as it is"

"How rude" He spoke with a tone that made it seem to me as if he was laughing. Most likely at my sad life.

"Look around, Agent 05832, we hope you find whatever it is you are looking for" the she-robot spoke.  'We'? 

That was when I actually got out of the thoughts in my head (of 'You have been invited to the wedding ceremony of Jarvis and Alexa') and took everything around me in. 

It was like the previous three places' tech and weapons' rooms in one big ass room. It felt like I was stood in Bruce Wayne's underground Bat Cave. Except, there was no waterfall or bats, which kind of killed it, but I guess it was good there weren't any bats... 

"Hey, Alexa, do you know Jarvis my fellow robot informative?" I called after I had a look around, and the she-robot replied

"I'm afraid not, Agent 05832"

I burst out laughing and sat down on the table in the corner of the room "That has gotta hurt Jarvis, she just said she doesn't even know you!"

"Because she doesn't" Jarvis spoke in a bored voice, which seemed a little annoyed too.

"It's fine, I think you're both shy." I smiled.

"I'm not following" they both said in sync. I made a face and sarcastically nodded

"Right."

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Two hours later I was stood on the highway (the place I told Alexa and Jarvis to inform Dominic of), and was listening to Halsey Without Me when a red Maserati parked up on the side with its hazard lights blaring. 

From there, the door opened wide and an annoyingly perverted face popped out. Guess who?

Oh, you mean -correction- a gorgeously handsome face?

"Shush" I spoke aloud, and saw that he didn't hear me as he made his way towards me.

"You know" Dominic looked at his watch with a victorious smirk on his face and then back at me "I'm one hour and thirty seven minutes late". I looked at my watch and then shrugged

"Oh, well. What do I care? All the more opportunity for me not to see your ugly face" and I smiled in his face "Plus, if you want to speak to or annoy the person who actually gives a shit about punctuality, you're wasting your time here. Tick tock, Dommy. It's been five seconds and you're not making them useful"

I turned with a smirk as he composed himself, his lips in a thin line, but I couldn't shut up could I? Nope. The answer is no, because I turned back around just to rub salt into the opening wound

"Oh, wait. Haven't the past forty years of your life gone like that? Uselessly? ". But it seemed like I went far, as he moved so fast I had barely enough time to even bat an eyelash before he was in my face, breathing hard down on me.

"Any questions?" I bit my lip but stared right at his eyes, yet as he didn't speak, I got lost trying to figure out if his eyes were black or brown. Dominic then spoke, eyes piercing through my small and petite body, sending shivers through it,

"I could ask your dad the same thing"

And then everything went past in a blur. He had hit a sensitive spot, and I didn't realise how sensitively I had taken it until I saw him on his knees with one hand on his eye and one on his ear. Clearly, my fists had hit that part on his eye too hard as my knuckles were red, and I had a gun in my hand, which I used to shoot at his ear within thirty seconds at the most.

"You bitch. What was that for?" 

"Being a dick. You should already know, your mum told me a year back after you--" and then he was up on his feet and had me by the hair with a gun hard against my forehead, my arms around his back.

"One more word out of that big mouth about her and I swear to God--" but he went quiet as I had a dagger pointed at his back. I spoke up

"So take this. You can't tolerate shit about your mum, and I can't about my dad. So how about we leave that topic out for a day?"

He stared down at me, the gun hard against me, his fingers shaking - not with fright but with immense force - and then asked, his expression calming "A day?"

"Uh- huh. Because I'll whoop your ass by tonight so I don't have to see you tomorrow" I grinned at him, and after a few seconds he pulled back with a gasp of laughter

"You are crazy"

"And you're a dick. Do we really have to tell each other every other day?"

He rolled his eyes and then put his hands in his pockets. "You literally took half of my ear off." and then he leaned back onto his car, crossing his arms over his chest "I'm actually for the first time in all these years, confused."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, sitting on the floor and stretching my legs. He shrugged his shoulders

"I don't know. As in , I really  have no idea as to what I'm supposed to be doing with you. Like, fine. I have to kill you, but the whole meeting here meeting there, Hawaii, Australia thing... I feel like it's a joke." And then Dominic just looked at me as if I killed his mo-- let's not go there-- chicken.

"What?" I raised an eyebrow. He shook his head

"Nothing. I'm not even supposed to be speaking to you, forget it."

"I know right. It's as if we're colleagues or something, we talk, roast each other, then remember we have to kill each other, get away and then arrange another place for us to meet. Normally, it's just a  get in, kill, get out thing, so many assassins I've killed too. But you, the dick, I have to be playing cat and mouse with." I stood up and huffed

"I'm getting so bored, I think I'm going to head back. I'm sick of this, can't we just wish each other luck and part ways or something?" I rolled my eyes and moved towards my motorbike.

Dominic laughed "And get assassinated by your Head as soon as you turn around? Yeah, definitely"

I shook my head and called back "We have eight days, Dommy. Let's see how far we get."

As I sat on my bike I heard a gunshot in the air, so I looked back to see him stood against his Maserati.

"What was that supposed to be? Cool?" I asked, and he showed me his gun

"No, just checking if it was working. Why, you get scared Hayley?" he nodded with a smirk in my direction, and I just rolled my eyes with a scoff

"You wish"

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"Pointless. Again" Jarvis the annoying lovebird said as I got to the house and into the lair.

"Fuckoff Jarvis. And Alexa?"

"Yes, Agent 05832?"

"I don't need you, you can disappear. Go make Jarvis a burger or something, or tell him to make it, make him be a little useful"

They both disappeared and I began looking at the books on the shelf that was stood in the corner. It was an assassin thing to hide stuff in them, so I looked through... and voila.

A USB. They were always the most juicy weren't they?

I opened a MacBook and placed it into the drive slot. As soon as I did so, the screen popped up and I was taken aback. But it all came to me at once.

It was true. They really did want me dead.