t/w
guns, murder, death

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Danny walked through the mall, her brown hair tied into a tight braid. She wore a white t-shirt, black leggings and a loose teal jacket. She had a purse that only had like three or four things in it. Just a hairbrush, some money, a phone and a gun. She had one job and that was to kill somebody. Who?

A nobody who knew a little too much.

He was going under a new name, had changed his appearance a bit, but that didn't matter. The Phantom would find him.

That name was supposed to be a joke. Danny Phantom- who had started it? Was it Mae? Yeah, it was Mae, who'd first called them that. But now, so many of her colleagues referred to her as phantom. Apparently, that's what the FBI called her. They coined it when she was seventeen.

It was somewhat late on a Tuesday evening. This South Carolina mall didn't have very many people here. And as Danny walked along the second floor of the mall, she peered down into the food court where he was absent mindedly eating a burger. He had his phone propped up, Danny assumed him to be watching a show or video or whatever.

They looked around the food court area. He was the only person eating there. Well, there was one other person, but she was facing away from Danny. There were also employees at the restaurants, who weren't paying attention to anything. The mall closed in fifteen minutes, anyway. They looked around for anybody who would see them. No security guards and all the stores around them were closed. How convenient. 

She wanted him to have a quick and painless death. One shot, one kill. She pulled her gun out, aiming directly for his head. 

"1, 2, 3.." She whispered to herself before pulling the trigger. A bullet went right through this man's head and he was dead immediately. The employees screamed, the other lady screamed and Danny walked away, into an elevator and out the first exit she saw. They had a plane to catch to Russia in two hours.

Nobody needed to know about this.

Nobody needed to know that cool little Danny Lewis was a murderer.