Danger Prone Chapter 3 (Strong Language)
1. An unlucky teenager finds himself the target of an assassin unbeknownst to him and the only person that can help him isn't easy to get along with... 2. Their dysfunctional relationship continues as he discovers a new home to live in. 3. Damian still doesn't know half of what he's getting into and it may cost him his life...
If you haven't read the first and second, I HIGHLY recommend you do so before reading this.
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Damian squeezed the trigger three more times, each one hitting the bulls-eye. "You're doing great kid," Andy said, slapping his back. That actually hurt more than it felt like a compliment. "Thanks," Damian replied, managing a ghost of a smile. There was a knock at the door. "I'll get it," he said, setting his pistol on the counter. He opened the door to find an average sized man in a dark hood standing behind it. "It's the boss. He says he wants to see Andy." Damian looked back at her, watching her place rounds into the target relentlessly. Damian turned back to the man. "Do I come too?" he asked. "No. You stay, she comes with me." He sighed. He was never let in on anything. "Andy-" Andy set her own gun down on the table and walked towards the door. "I know, I heard." He held the door open for her as she walked through. The man gave him one last glance and turned away, shutting the door in his face.
Andy pushed open the metal door, stepping in without a noise. The boss was an aged man; he was sixty one years old but he still had enough strength to kick a door off its hinges. He faced the window that replaced the back wall, not turning around as he spoke. "The child; Damian. He is doing well?" She nodded. "Very. I didn't expect him to catch up so quickly." The boss suddenly spun around and punched her in the stomach. She doubled over, a trickle blood drawing from her mouth. "Did I ask for your opinion?" he said, his voice calm as if nothing had happened. "It's a simple question; answer with a yes or no.
That's all I needed." After a few moments, she recovered, wiping her blood from her mouth. "Sir...."she managed weakly. The boss turned around to face the window again. "And who is teaching him?" She nearly began to look nervously at the ground and then straightened, remembering at the last second. "I-I did. Sir." It was nearly sunset. Light flooded the room, bathing everything inside in a soft, orange glow. "Then he is who we fear him to be. A normal student of yours wouldn't have had reached his level so quickly. Not in one hour; especially under your guidance." Andy's brow furrowed. His insult stung more than his fist. "We may have to kill him, Andy. He might become dangerous." Andy shook her head. "We can't be sure," she said, disliking the thought of Damian's death. "We still haven't tested his abilities in real combat. We shouldn't kill him so quickly." The boss thought for a moment, as if considering this. "Alright," he finally said, "Take him on your next mission. You are dismissed." Andy bowed and left the room.
When Andy entered the room, she found Damian sitting on the weapons counter. He looked up. "What took so long?" he asked. She sat down with him, stuffing one of the guns into her right holster. "I just had a small talk," she said, giving him her best smile. There was a blood on her lower lip. "You're hurt," he said. She turned away. "It's nothing. I'll be fine; don't worry about it," she said, standing up. "Now stop being such a fucking whiner and let's get going. We're starting your first mission." Damian stood up as well. "My first mission? Already?" She grabbed her jacket off the wall as she left through the open door. "Already." He followed after her. "But we've only trained for an hour!" Andy's voice rang throughout the entire building. "Exactly!" Damian took one last look at the shooting range and left smiling. This was going to be a long day.
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Damian squeezed the trigger three more times, each one hitting the bulls-eye. "You're doing great kid," Andy said, slapping his back. That actually hurt more than it felt like a compliment. "Thanks," Damian replied, managing a ghost of a smile. There was a knock at the door. "I'll get it," he said, setting his pistol on the counter. He opened the door to find an average sized man in a dark hood standing behind it. "It's the boss. He says he wants to see Andy." Damian looked back at her, watching her place rounds into the target relentlessly. Damian turned back to the man. "Do I come too?" he asked. "No. You stay, she comes with me." He sighed. He was never let in on anything. "Andy-" Andy set her own gun down on the table and walked towards the door. "I know, I heard." He held the door open for her as she walked through. The man gave him one last glance and turned away, shutting the door in his face.
Andy pushed open the metal door, stepping in without a noise. The boss was an aged man; he was sixty one years old but he still had enough strength to kick a door off its hinges. He faced the window that replaced the back wall, not turning around as he spoke. "The child; Damian. He is doing well?" She nodded. "Very. I didn't expect him to catch up so quickly." The boss suddenly spun around and punched her in the stomach. She doubled over, a trickle blood drawing from her mouth. "Did I ask for your opinion?" he said, his voice calm as if nothing had happened. "It's a simple question; answer with a yes or no.
That's all I needed." After a few moments, she recovered, wiping her blood from her mouth. "Sir...."she managed weakly. The boss turned around to face the window again. "And who is teaching him?" She nearly began to look nervously at the ground and then straightened, remembering at the last second. "I-I did. Sir." It was nearly sunset. Light flooded the room, bathing everything inside in a soft, orange glow. "Then he is who we fear him to be. A normal student of yours wouldn't have had reached his level so quickly. Not in one hour; especially under your guidance." Andy's brow furrowed. His insult stung more than his fist. "We may have to kill him, Andy. He might become dangerous." Andy shook her head. "We can't be sure," she said, disliking the thought of Damian's death. "We still haven't tested his abilities in real combat. We shouldn't kill him so quickly." The boss thought for a moment, as if considering this. "Alright," he finally said, "Take him on your next mission. You are dismissed." Andy bowed and left the room.
When Andy entered the room, she found Damian sitting on the weapons counter. He looked up. "What took so long?" he asked. She sat down with him, stuffing one of the guns into her right holster. "I just had a small talk," she said, giving him her best smile. There was a blood on her lower lip. "You're hurt," he said. She turned away. "It's nothing. I'll be fine; don't worry about it," she said, standing up. "Now stop being such a fucking whiner and let's get going. We're starting your first mission." Damian stood up as well. "My first mission? Already?" She grabbed her jacket off the wall as she left through the open door. "Already." He followed after her. "But we've only trained for an hour!" Andy's voice rang throughout the entire building. "Exactly!" Damian took one last look at the shooting range and left smiling. This was going to be a long day.
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