WARNING! CONTAINS BAD WORDS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
“Don’t you love our job?” A tall blonde teen aged boy said sarcastically as he watched his prey down below in the streets running for its life. The boy was in a crouched position on the very edge of a tall old building, and kept looking at his prey.
“Yeah, I totally love chasing people who actually think they can out run us. Tell me again why we got this job again?” This time it was a teenage girl with a brown pixie haircut, not as tall as the boy but nearly the same height, she put her gloves on, and looked down the building.
“Because we’re the best of the best, and it’s what we signed up for, remember?” The boy looked up at his partner.
“Yeah yeah... Being the lap dogs of the military.” She whispered, and glancing at her partner one last time. She lowered her hands to have two blades come out of her long black sleeved T-shirt, she held a tight grasp onto them, and jump