“ It’s a pleasure to meet you, ladies.” I stretched out my arm, inviting a warm handshake. But all of them giggled, eyed me nervously, and dashed away. My frown stretched into a wide grin as I stared down at the miniscule white bubbles glued onto my gloves. Once they come in contact with skin, they pop and immediately sink in, causing the victim to feel extremely sleepy after fifteen minutes. One of my own creations. Tonight, I was at a famous party full of minor celebrities. The smell of delicious food wafting, the happy cheers in the background, it was tempting. But I was hired so the job had to be done. My target was Ruby Ross, a pretty blonde, 21 year-old singer who drugged a child and murdered him, but still got away with it. All I needed to do was to knock her out
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My dark blue cape flew behind me, filled with all sorts of dangerous weapons. “Hello Ma’am.” I stood behind her, clearly a head taller. “Who are you?” Ross demanded with her back still turned. Obviously, she believed that she was more important.
That was her fatal mistake. Reaching behind into my back pocket, I produced a small spray bottle. Then I pressed down just a slight bit so only a few drops flew onto her bare neck. Upon doing so, I quickly hid it and answered her question. “Your chauffeur ma’am. Please be ready in 10 minutes.” With that said, I turned around and flawlessly stepped towards a dark corner of the room. The eight years of training had paid off. Quiet footsteps, pleasant smile, and the calming air that I wore around me. Before I reached my destination, I accidently stumbled over a 12 year old girl leaning down. After apologizing, I continued however she followed after me. “Hi! My name is Kristal Harigold! I just love the food here! The croissants filled with raspberries are delicious! So are the fried blueberry muffins! Don’t you love them
My dark blue cape flew behind me, filled with all sorts of dangerous weapons. “Hello Ma’am.” I stood behind her, clearly a head taller. “Who are you?” Ross demanded with her back still turned. Obviously, she believed that she was more important.
That was her fatal mistake. Reaching behind into my back pocket, I produced a small spray bottle. Then I pressed down just a slight bit so only a few drops flew onto her bare neck. Upon doing so, I quickly hid it and answered her question. “Your chauffeur ma’am. Please be ready in 10 minutes.” With that said, I turned around and flawlessly stepped towards a dark corner of the room. The eight years of training had paid off. Quiet footsteps, pleasant smile, and the calming air that I wore around me. Before I reached my destination, I accidently stumbled over a 12 year old girl leaning down. After apologizing, I continued however she followed after me. “Hi! My name is Kristal Harigold! I just love the food here! The croissants filled with raspberries are delicious! So are the fried blueberry muffins! Don’t you love them