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"One more?" Dehya asked, raising her glass. The bartender put his palm to his head.
"Yes of course madam" he walked away, annoyed.
"Actually sir, no thank you. No more drinks" a young lady arrived. He nodded his head and left.
"Whaaatt!! Whyyy??" Dehya pouted.
Candace sighed, "Dehya, you've already drank way too much."
"No I didn't.." she eyed Candace.
"Mh sure" Candace rolled her eyes. "Anyways, boss called. He said you had a mission."
"No thanks, I'm good" Dehya giggled.
"You don't have a choice Dehya. Get up, we're going."
"Ughh nooooo" Dehya whined. Candace grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the bar.
"Candaceeeee why'd you do thaaaaatttt" Dehya flopped all over the place. Candace put Dehya in her car before the two drove off.
"We need to get you sober before we get there" she groaned.
"Wha'dya mean! I am sober" Dehya smirked.
"You reek of alcohol." Candace scrunched her nose.
"Hmph" Dehya crossed her arms.
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"We're here boss." Candace walked up to a table.
"Good good..and you have Agent Dark with you?" a man's voice said. The voice had seemed to come from behind the chair, facing it's back towards them.
"Yes sir." Dehya walked up. The man turned his chair around. He was a tall, skinny, old man that looked like he was from a magic book.
"Good evening Agent Dark." he said.
"Good evening boss." she responded.
"I have a job for you.." he leaned towards his table. Candace left the room, leaving Dehya and the man alone.
"I want you, to take out Whistler's Son." he leaned back into his chair. She didn't really know who the "Whistler" was. All she know was, he was just some rich guy that her boss didn’t like, she didn’t even bother listening to the rest of what her boss was saying because she knows, this would be an easy job..right?
"Alright." she nodded her head.
"And remember, do it swiftly and clean. DON'T GET CAUGHT." he slammed his hands on the table. Dehya slightly flinched.
"Even though you are one of our best, I know that this task is one of the more difficult ones, so I'll give you 2 months. Exactly 60 days to get rid of him."
"Got it. I'll make sure to end him." she assured him. The man nodded then motioned her to leave.
"Sigh, ohh just you wait, Whistler." he leaned back.