Nirmani Walpola
Chapter 6: My Mind Recommends a Plastic Surgeon to a Criminal
Damien
It was C, or as I should now say, Clara’s Badge. Each assassin had their own one other than their playing cards. The badge had our real name on it. We weren’t allowed to show it to anybody else, but we always had to have it with us. It was shaped like a Dorito chip, with our name, birthday, where we live, and has our picture on it.
It’s like an ID for assassins, in case the police or another assassin tribe leader finds you.
As for Clara, I would never think that my best friend would be an assassin. Sure, she had a hot temper and she didn’t have a lot of patience. But she was also my best friend, I knew her pretty well. Then again, I didn’t quite act like myself in ANW. I was more ruthless and vicious than I ever want to be.
For a minute, I felt like Skylock was not in the room, but not for long. He watched my shocked face and grinned.
Seriously, he should go to a plastic surgeon to get his smile fixed if he planned on taking his picture when he brings down ANW.
As if he read my mind, his face turned the color of beet. He stammered and scowled at me.
“Done thinking about your last words?” “Two days is all I give for your puny friends to come save you. After that, say goodbye to ANW and everyone you love!” Skylock cackled, throwing his hands up in the air. He swiveled around and went out the dark, deep, room.
Oh…….. great.