Alyssa groaned with impatience pawing at the jet black strands of hair that fell over her eyes. The gesture was a common one for her being that no one ever got anything right. Like really if people got it right the first time she wouldnâ€™t have to come back and finish the job. Fact was she was wasting her precious time standing behind a dark door waiting for her target. Added to that she had a damn paper to do later that was as usual due tomorrow. Her life never seemed to go right.<br/><br/>A 17 year old assassin ..yea when the hell does that logic happen? She works a part-time job as a little waitress and â€¦does this on the side just to pay for her pent up apartment that she pays for illegally of course. Everything she hasâ€¦she worked forâ€¦.everything. Including the dagger that hung off the side of her little black mini-skirt, and the switch knife that rested inside her combat boots. Old fashioned was always..best.  Of course her body because of her job was a sight to look at, and all the guyâ€™s at school just could not take their eyes off her. However, she was way more focused on her double-lifeâ€¦possibly triple life to encourage a fourth.<br/><br/>At last she grasped her dagger waiting for the corrupted banker to enter his home. It was always fun to catch them by surprise. When the key clicked in and the banker realized the door was open â€¦she took action. Quickly she swung low, kicking him where it hurts, then sliced his throat rather smoothly without a second thought. She didnâ€™t like working with othersâ€¦actually people just got in the way most the time. This was clean done, and she was on her way out. Kissing the blood ridden dagger, and then sheathing it as if it had always been sheathed.<br/><br/>She made her way out of the millstone apartment complex that was for the rich as if it was an every day thing. Of course she looked suspicious but really all she had to do was wrap the tan trench coat around her small body , and than she was looked at like a rich snobby nobody. That was how the Lexington assassins  worked. Quick, fast, and deadly. However, she would be up the rest of the night working on one long ass paper.