Merleah Henderson.

The very person who she grew up with, went to primary school, middle school and high school with. Even spent half of the first year of college together before she left and then her dad was murdered and now...

She is who she is.

The whole assassination brought butterflies to her stomach, although she murdered people like how she changed cities and clothes, killing people she knew and who were from her past made her feel queasy and nervous. It had also killed her mood as she realised she was going to Manhattan... the place she grew up in and the very place where she changed. 

From human to ghost.

Target 995

Merleah Henderson

Agent 05832

72 hours, 58 minutes and 32 seconds.

She had three days to complete this mission. Three days to kill one of her own. Three days to kill her best friend.

But she understood how every person she knew, every person she loved was a liability, and it was a test to see if she was upto it, if she was ready to kill someone she cared for.

Every assassin had a number, and 05832 was hers, the target number held record of how many you had killed, and she had killed 994 people in the past seven years of her life.

There were reasons she was like this of course, she wasn't born heartless, but life made her like this at the age of seventeen. And she had to do what she had to do.

Whether it was her father she had to kill or a beggar, she'd do it.

Going back to the place she grew up in and killing her best friend was going to be hard, and knew that it would add onto all the murders that were burdens on her head, but it wasn't going to stop her from doing what she had to.

Sometimes she thought of leaving it all, but deep down the thoughts ate at her: the people she worked for would never let her go, and even if they did it was a huge risk for their secret, and she would be assassinated. Where would she go? Who would she go to? Shd could start a fresh life in a small and quiet town, but then her identity? She had no fingerprints, a death certificate and a submission in a mental asylum... But she had alternatives to that. She can just make a fake identity and live life, but then they wouldn't let her live.

At any cost.

"Merleah what did you do?" She wiped a free hand over her her face in frustration and guilt, the other hand on the wheel.

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Upon reaching the tree house she owned in Manhattan for residing in for those days she was there, she was determined on finding out where Merleah lived and what she was doing in life.

It had been three years since she came here, as it was three years ago that she came here and had to assassinate five people in three days for an examination.

And she had done it in two, of course.

She entered, and realised that everything had been done up again, clearly for this mission of hers. Running to her favourite room, she stood before a brick wall and a playful grin was on her lips in an instant.

She spoke with great enthusiasm
"Agent 05832, password I LOVE WILL HERONDALE"

Within a few seconds the brick wall glitched and became transparent enough for her to walk through, and as she did she let out a whistle in exclamation

"Damn gurl"

The room was a tech room, but no ordinary one. It had definitely upgraded since the last time she came, as she felt like she was in Tony Stark's building.

She recognised many devices she had seen on the weekend on adverts, and tried to keep her cool when she saw that as soon as she walked in everything around her lit up blue and the lights had came on.

But then a table in the center of the room caught her eye.
Confused as to what it was, she edged towards it in fascination, and stared down at it.

Leaning down so that she saw it from a corner angle, she tapped it once.

Nothing.

Tapped it twice.

Again, nothing .

Giving up, she turned around and leaned on it looking around to take it all in.

But as soon as she leaned on it it vibrated, and she spun around as fast as lightening, and saw that it lit up and a voice spoke from above

"Welcome, Agent 05832"

"Holy shit"

"Apologies, I did not have the intention of startling you Agent 05832"

"N-no, you di-didn't" she cleared her throat and stood straight looking at the table "you didn't scare me at all"

"Brilliant, Agent 05832"

"Yeah..." She nodded and then widened her eyes "Wait... You can talk?!"

"The obvious is what you are stating Agent 05832"

"And he's sassy too" she rolled her eyes

"I do not have a gender, Agent 05832"

"Alright alright but please, Just don't call me that" she held her temples

"Call you what, Agent 05832?"

"That! 'Agent 05832'. It's getting me so frustrated"

"So what should I call you then ma'am?"

She breathed loud " Anything, just not Ma'am and Agent 05832"

"Okay"

Then she perked up "so you have to listen to me right?" Going and sitting on a chair she began spinning around.

"Yes"

"What do you do?"

"Everything"

"Alright" she held up her hands and laughed "I think I'll enjoy myself" and then she squinted "So what are you here for?"

"To assist you of your needs"

"You're so blunt and straightforward, do you know that?"

"Only because you have instructed me to not call you by your name or Ma'am, otherwise I assure you it sounds polite"

"Hmm, so if you help me are you only on that table screen or..?"

"No, I'm on every screen in this room"

"So why did you only speak when I activated the table screen?"

"I'm not sure"

"Okay. So... You're like my Jarvis?" She started to get excited now.

"No. Jarvis is not real"

"Well neither are you, dreamcrusher!"

Silence.

"Hey, Jarvis?"

Silence.

"Yow, Jarvis are you upset from me?"

Silence.

"Hey, I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that it's just I really love Marvel and I was so excited I didn't mean to offend you..."

"Apology accepted"

"Stubborn piece of shit, I haven't said sorry to someone in seven years" she laughed.

After ten minutes of her asking him questions, she sat up "Can I call you Jarvis?"

"No"

"Why? Do you have a name?"she bit her lip " so choose. Siri or Jarvis?"

"Siri is a horrible name" was all she got for a reply

"Then Jarvis it is!" She whooped, and then Jarvis asked

"So what do I call you then?"

"Anything you want, choose" she sat back with her legs up on the table

"I think I quite like the name Fiona" Jarvis concluded after a few moments of silence.

"FIONA?! FROM SHREK?!" She yelled in shock

"Precisely"

"Hey your name's nice though!"

"I believe the name Fiona is remarkable"

"I can't even tell if you're being sarcy or not because your voice is so robotic and you don't even have any emotion" Fiona scoffed

"So you aren't going to change your mind are you?" She asked

"Of course not"

"Ugh fine. Jarvis, Tell me everything I need to know about Merleah Henderson"