The rest of the day was spent in a blur, researching my target and preparing a strategy for the next day. Most of the times we get acquainted with the target, get them to trust us, but I could see that in this case it wouldn’t be needed. The man was a loner and accorded to my findings a bit of a conspiracy nut, mostly always alone and distrusting of everyone, it would be the realest looking fake suicide ever. A piece of cake. That evening I sat in my living room trying to talk myself out of calling Jasmine, I could ask her to dinner, but was it a wise idea to see her again? it was just dinner though right? how harmful could that be? our families hated each other so very harmful, but we are grown up, we can make our own choices. and before I knew it I was listening to her phone ringing waiting for the pick up. I was a weak weak man. She picked up and I hear myself say “how about Italian for dinner?” cocky much?
I heard her chuckle on the line before she answered “love to. I’ll be ready in 20 minutes, come pick me up” and then she hung up. Grinning like an idiot I jumped in the shower and 15 minutes later I was looking good and on my way to her house, I parked in front of her house and scanned the street before getting out of my car, and that’s when I noticed the dark Audi with the golden handles and tinted windows which had been parked across from her apartment. It was James’s car, but what was he doing here? I made my way over and before I could knock on his window the glass pane rolled down and I was met by a coldness in his eyes I had never seen. It set me on edge.
“What are you doing here?” I asked
“I could ask you the same thing”
“Well I asked first” What was I 5?
“I am keeping an eye on your little girlfriend over there” he said with a mocking tone in his voice
“She’s not my girlfriend” I said through gritted teeth
“I should hope so. Lunch yesterday waving through her window and what? dinner now? It seems like you are getting a little to close to her”
“Nothing is going on”
“Well let’s keep it that way yes? after all nobody likes a traitor”
“Is that a threat?” I asked outraged
“Call it advice” he said before rolling his window up and driving off.
That self-imposed pompous son of a “Ivan?!” Jasmine’s voice at the door interrupted my tirade against James, I took a deep breath before turning around and walking towards her, she looked glorious with her red hair around her face in the sunset light. She regarded me with speculative eyes before saying “so you finally notice James huh?”
“You knew he was keeping tabs on you?” I asked incredulous and a little impressed she noticed before me, she chuckled and said “well it is part of my job to know everything that goes on around me”
“aren’t you worried?”
“No, I can handle him” she paused and smiled “let’s go”
I don’t need to tell you that dinner was awesome, she was awesome. It was like I had finally found someone I could totally relate to. We made plans to see each other again the next day after I finished my work.
So the next day came, I got rid of my target without leaving any traces behind, got home, changed and went to meet Jasmine. She came out holding a huge handbag, pink with red ribbons at the top, and she was dressed more casually than I had ever seen her, in jeans and a puffy hooded jumper, all this in contrast to her high stiletto heels. “What’s with the girly bag?” I asked. She gave me a mischievous smile and unlocked her car. “It’s a surprise” she answered “hop in” and we set off. She drove fast and before I knew it we were on the outskirts of London in an abandoned field. She parked the car and gout out, I followed. She took me to a low wall and opened her bag, she grinned at me and I looked down at the bag’s contents. Two shiny guns and a whole load of empty cans. “That’s the contents of your girly bag?” I couldn’t keep the laughter from my voice, it was just so unexpected and ridiculous. She giggled back “I am a girl, now help me set up” she said and we started to line up the cans on the wall, me shaking my head and her still smiling. Once we did that we walked back several yards and she handed me one of the two guns, “let’s see who can shoot more” she said grinning, and we spent that afternoon trying to outdo each other until there were no more cans left and we ran out of bullets, by that time we were both laughing and panting from jumping around trying to take impossible shots and showing off, I was impressed. She was as good as me. We cleaned up and drove back to London chatting friendly and laughing. We agreed to go home change and then go to dinner together. All in all it was turning out to be the perfect date, until we got to her house. Her door was ajar and the lights were on. She looked wary but collected and after only a moment’s hesitation she lifted the back seat and took out bullets, reloaded her gun and before she could say anything I had my gun in hand with the safe off “I’ll lead” I said, she didn’t ask for an explanation just nodded and followed. We walked into her house with our guns drawn and ready too shoot the first intruder we saw. I nodded towards the living room and as I walked in I was not surprised to find James there lounging on the sofa with his gun carelessly at his side smirking at us.