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Her breath misted in the frosty air. The blinking streetlamp cast a harsh orange glow lit the area below. She sat, hood up, in a bus shelter, a satchel over her shoulder. The bus shelter was broken up, busted and graffitied on so much that it was barely recognisable. It didn't matter - she wouldn't be here long. Just some business to intend to.
She was a skinny girl, green eyes and wavy dirty blonde hair. Not described as attractive, but cute. She was mid-height and looked no older than fourteen. She hated the fact that people laughed in her face when she protested that she was nearly eighteen.
The car turned around the corner at midnight sharp. Nerves made her jitter in her seat. Pulling the hood closer around her head, she stood up, casting her shadow on the cracked pavement. She walked to the sleek black limo with her hands trembling. The man she had come to see was unpredictable. His mood changed like the wind and with it, his judgment. He could kill you for mucking up his million euro suit and then just dismiss you if you shot his best friend. Not that he'd care if you shot his best friend, if he even had one.
The tinted window rolled down silently. The driver was a thickly built man with tanned skin. His eyes were covered by expensive wraparound sunglasses. He nodded at the girl, acknowledging her presence. She waved awkwardly. He gestured for her to come closer. She obliged, her heart in her mouth.
'You want them?' he asked in a gruff voice. She couldn't place his accent. Northern Ireland? Scottish? She really couldn't tell. She nodded mutely, tapping the pack of pills in her pocket.
The driver turned around and found a package. He spoke to the man the girl knew was slouching in the back seat. The driver laughed and turned back to her, handing her the package. 'Here you go, little one. Three hundred please.'
The girl took the package, shoved it in her satchel and found a padded envelope. She threw the envelope into the driver's waiting hands and walked off, leaving the demolished bus shelter and the brand new limo in her wake. He didn't notice her pop two of her pills.
When she came to a deserted alley, she leaned against the wall. The pills had taken effect. She opened the package. There they were, as promised. Of course, the man she was dealing with never made promises he couldn't keep. Which made him all the more dangerous. She pulled out all the package's contents.
A pistol. Two clips of ammo and an extra box of bullets. Different illegal poisons. A blowtorch. An army knife. She smiled. If only the stupid man knew why she had wanted these. She loaded the gun with a satisfying click. She aimed at the far wall and mimed shooting it. These things gave her power. Oh, she was going to have fun with these! Her boss was going to be SO happy with her.
Her mother had told her to be good. 'You never know where evil can bring you, my darling. But believe me, it is always bad.' The girl had soon stopped her lecturing.
She packed everything into the satchel. Sorry, Mama, she thought, but good deeds just don't cut it no more. You gotta do what you gotta do to keep on going in this world. She stood up and strolled into the night. All the while, she thought to herself.
Yeah, I'm gonna rule. Ha ha ha! That old fool can't stop me! No one can! No one's gonna stop me, 'cause I'm Kitty Bush and I'm unstoppable! That old fool is gonna be on the floor like my mama before he knows what hit him.
