Mr Rossi’s spy

lone wolf

Bree pov

Waking up to the alarm I set last night I look around the room to see the two large black bags of rubbish of the wall I stripped before passing out, I don't recalling climbing into bed but that must only mean I worked myself till exhaustion came and took me which is no surprise as it happens often then not with me. Climbing out the bed I head towards the bathroom for a quick shower before leaving for my tour of the university, my first day is pretty simple as I am only going in to get my books I need and a tour with some other new students, I was told I wasn't the only student who swapped university and honestly enough I could believe that. Placing a pair of ripped skinny jeans on and a crop top with a little rose in the corner I make sure I am ready but not before applying make up to my wrist tattoo making sure its hidden. The last thing I need right now is too be notice for my tattoos, it only takes one research in the police database to see what criminal wears what tattoos, the government have told me my tattoos are wiped from the database but the amount of dirty cops in the system is a little bit of a joke. Each criminal group have at least one insider in the police.

Pulling into the students parking I lock my car door before heading toward the building that says main entrance ready for this quick tour but the only reason for this is so I know where the professor office is incase I have to sneak inside to access some off his files, the evidence I need to get is mainly photos and proof that he's the kingpin of drugs in the university. The only reason why I am here is because they couldn't get the evidence themselves unfortunately and that leaves me as there next best opinion which I just wish they left me out of this.

"Hey, I'm Tomas" I hear the guy next to me say as he holds out his hand for me to shake and I return the hand shake before putting my hand behind my back and rubbing it on my clothes, I have only just entered the building when he spoke to me but from the looks of the room I have found the new students who I have joined for the tour.

"Hi, I'm Bree" I return looking around for the women giving the tour ready to get this started so I can collect my books before looking for the hardware store needing for white paint for my bedroom walls. Tomas looks at me once again about to open his mouth however the women giving the tour starts talking and moving at the same time and while I am excited to get to look around I see Tomas eyeing me up and I received no information there was another threat at this university so I shake it off even though they could be wrong but theres a chance he's just one of those boys trying to get into a women skirt.

Finally making it to the professor office hall I take note of the lack of cameras around the building and the room, there isn't many exits but I am sure I could get a floor plan from the web somewhere. Watching the tour guide catch her breath I try the door nob but as I turn the handle I find its locked but there has to be a window in there somewhere surely. Feeling a little better about the university and the half tour I follow them to the next destination but as I see the exit sign I make sure no one is looking before stepping away from the group and heading towards the car park. Forgetting about the books knowing I could get them tomorrow or online, as I am walking to the car park I google a hardware store before driving off, the university seems a lot better from my old one but settling into this one with just my final year to go will be a little harder.

Walking inside the hardware store I look around at the cameras and spotting the side exit before looking for the paint I might want but as I locate the paint I spot so many different colours to pick from and now I am at a lost of what colour I should have. Picking up the white anyway for the first couple of layers I look between the grey colours deciding which shade to go for before deciding on a lava grey feeling like it will suit the room quite nicely. Walking to the cashier I pay for my paint and make my way back home to get started knowing I will have a lot of time on my hands knowing I only have two classes a week.

Racing home I waste no time in stripping out my clothes and into a white t-shirt and mom jeans ready to get paint all over the place but anything is better then the pink walls and glitter. Opening the white paint and I tip a little in my tray before getting started, honestly I never thought how boring painting can be but it keeps me busy and busy is what I want right now, its my first day of the new university and I just want to finish my last year without a problem and f*****g off anywhere knowing government can only contact me twice a year for my help but doesn't mean they wont have eyes on my movement every day.

"Someone take me home" I sing belting out the radio singing along to all the old songs knowing they are better than the new songs that are coming out, I can never understand the new music like I do the old.

Dancing around to the music I spill paint on my white t-shirt but I ignore the stain and carry on while trying to paint, needing a steady hand around the pug socket I hold my hand still knowing I have no problem with a steady hand as I need one when I shoot a g*n or I tend to miss and I rarely miss unless it was intention. My kill rate shouldn't be something I'm proud of at the age of twenty two but honestly its something I am as it just means I don't miss, I don't feel anything for the people I kill but the last words I hear before I pull the trigger are always the same 'your heartless' The words have never bothered me as I understand they are kind of true but with this type of job I have to be or I've struggled mentally.

The world itself is heartless.

Dropping my paintbrush in the tray I feel my back pocket vibrate and I know the only person with my number is my handler Kevin, he must have a lead for me. I work with Kevin a lot in my case as he sometimes has leads I have yet to find like right now as its only day one but I know Kevin only helps is so he can watch my back knowing no one else will which I don't mind as if no one watches my back, I am less likely to get stabbed.