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"If you think of me as a friend, then why are dragging me on a suicide mission. Sure I would be able to handle the hacking, most likely. But going out of state, more or less out of country? My parent's would notice. On a more light subject, I actually have a target that I will be eliminating tonight. He's a drug lord that is vacationing in this area. I have to concentrate on it if I want to get paid full." Gracie looked at the clock in the hall. Still hours to go. "Let's just get to class and hurry. I want this day to be over so I can go home and finish some of the job. Oh, and the location of the target is downtown. The hugh house on Gillington Street. If you want, you can come back me up." Gracie made her way into the class room and sat down, letting out yet another sigh. "And I don't need any social help. It's not like I'm staying for long. I hope I can convince my parents to let me move to Washington D.C. and stay in my old house. You know, the one they paid for."

2:48 p.m. School Is Out

Gracie was practically dead from English Class. "Ugh, there is no way I want to go to school ever again. I learned nothing besides how annoying some people can be." Gracie looked around the street, no one seemed to be walking home really. So she decided to hurry home and finish her job. "What should I bring? Maybe my lucky revolver? I should be able to sneak out, once everyone is on bed. Since Mom and Dad said they want to go to bed every night at 9:00 p.m. I think I'll call them back and ask to meet around 5:00 p.m. so I can get a look around the perimeter." Gracie looked up and down the street before pulling out her cell phone and dialing in the encoded number. After a short while, a man answered the phone. "Yes, this is her. I would love to meet you guys at 5:00 instead of 10:00. I want to get a good look at the perimeter and map some escape route's. If you want it done, you should have it done right." With that, she hung up and headed home.

Gracie arrived home a few minutes later, walking with a straight face. "Mom, Dad, I'm home ... wish I wasn't but I am." She quickly went up stairs into the bathroom to take a shower. She never went on a mission smelling horrible. She was like a teenager in that way ... or at least she thought.