Guns n' Roses

"Peight, you're going to be attending the gala, but then once the owners are out of sight, you use the map in your bag and find the main master bedroom which has the hidden side room, which has the staff in it. DeadStroke will be sniping so if you don't get anyone, he'll take them out for you." Director Mendes said.

"So I won't run into anyone?" I asked as a tingle of scarceness crept up on me like a lion hunting a lamb.

"If you follow the map that's in your bag, you should. But you should know that if you don't, you will be killed. Not just the security, and body guards are skilled, but they are too." Mendes warned us.

"Are you ever going to tell us who 'they' are or do we have to figure it out by ourselves?" DeathStroke spoke rather coldly.

"That is classified information. Only level 12 gets to know that. For now, just think of them as the terrorists who stole from the U.S. And If you steal from us, we will hunt you down, find you, then kill you." She said with venom spilling out of every word that came out of her mouth. As soon as she left, DeadStroke gave me a weird look, then motioned him to go with him to the guns room.




















God I hope I know what I'm getting myself into.

Notes

Hello everyone, It's Chels ;)

So, I hoped you liked the start of this story, I will be updating the next chapter quiet shortly, and Peight's little "friend" (Harry) will be coming in very shortly ;)

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