Start of a fic? Read please :D [a7x is in there somewhere]

She looked down on the almost lifeless man that was lying on the floor. Some smoke came out of the gun she had in her hand. His body were shaking, his life was hanging in a small tread between life and death.

“Why?” His voice was weak. Blood was starting to stream out of his chest and it quickly became more and more. “Why me?”

“Why you?” She looked down at him, as if he was an insect. Her eyes were looking straight in his. The poor guy weren’t more than 21 years old. “Couse I got my orders to kill you”

He looked up at her with confusion. After his father had died he’d become the owner of some of the biggest in the finance marked in London. His breath became weaker and he felt the taste of blood in his mouth. The room became darker and darker, and soon there was only a lifeless body lying there.

She got down on her knees and closed his eyes with her fingers. She’d once been a normal girl. A normal girl with lots of friends, but everything changed after she’d finished her graduation. Now she was one of the best agents in the European mafia.

She quickly got her gun and hided it in her bag. She took a last look at the boy and went out of the big and modern apartment he used to live in. Of course she’d moved all kinds of marks that would lead the investigation of the murder to her, she wasn’t that stupid.

A black car slowly drove in the gate to a small apartment in the central London. She walked up to the door and turned the keys in the lock. The apartment wasn’t big, but not small either; a small living room, a bedroom, a small kitchen and a bathroom, just enough for her.

She turned on a small light so she could see something. The sun had gone down hours ago, and she could barely see the moon behind some clouds at the sky. A black and white cat came slowly out of the living room. You wouldn’t believe a person like her would have any love for pet’s but she did have a cat that she’d found on the street some weeks ago.

She went over to the bedroom window and closed it. Though it was almost summer outside, it was cold in the night. She hadn’t prepared for any mission this night, but her sources had told her that the guy would leave the country the next day, and by then it would be too late.

She felt tiredness in her body and went over to the bed and sat down. She didn’t bother change clothes, she’d change them in the morning. Soon, her eyes went heavy and she lied down with her head on the pillow. Soon she was sleeping, dreaming of a normal life.

A irritating sound came out of a small speaker on the top of a clock that was standing on the small table by her bed. She opened her eyes and looked at it. It was 9:30 and she had to get ready for the part time job she had at the small café ten minutes from her apartment.

She hit the button and the awful voice went off. Her body wanted to sleep some longer but she managed to force it out of the bed. The warm water from the shower streamed down her back. It felt refreshing to her pale skin. She turned of the water and got one of the towels around her.

She loved that sound, the sound of a car engine starting. She slowly drove out of the gate and out to a small, old, road. After a good 30 minutes she finally came out on the busy highway into London. She knew that the gun she’d used the night before was lying underneath the passenger seat. 

The café was small and unknown. That’s why it was so wonderful to work there, couse there would never be any stressing days, though she didn’t really earn that much money. Some old people would sit and eat lunch, maybe some totally random people would come for a cup of coffee.

The bell over the door made a small sound. She quickly looked up from the newspaper, out of curiosity, only human. A group of young men had just gone trough the door, and sat down by a table, centered in the middle of the café. They were all dark clothed and didn’t look like they gave a damn about it.

“Do you want to order something?” She stood next to the table with the guys that’d just gone inside. An embarrassing silence gathered around them.

“I want coffee” one of them eventually said. “Haha, fuck Gates, you’re gonna have coffee?” the long one of them said. “Fuck you, you have anything against that?” the guy named Gates said back to the tall person.

“Ooook, so 1 coffee. Anything else?” She asked and looked at them. “I guess we’ll all take coffee” the tall one said eventually. “Fuck Rev, and you were whining about me ordering coffee?” Gates literally spat in the tall’s face.

Great.