(2013) Shooter Read Free

taller. Julia and I were the smaller, stealthier ones. He was the muscle man.
    "You never did like getting your hands dirty." He continued.
    "Nope, not like some people. So how are you, Bull? Haven't seen you in two weeks."
    "Yeah, I was doing a couple of jobs in Cape Hill, one took a little longer than it should have, and Kendall's not happy with me." He grimaced and crossed his arms over his chest. A couple things clanked. He must have just come in if he was still armed.
    It was sort of an unspoken trust thing that none of us carried weapons around 'the house'.
    I leaned back, resting my palms on the bed behind me. "He'll get over it. Besides, what else can he do?"
    Daisuke shrugged. "Good point."
    "So what are you up to right now?"
    "Just talking to a friend." He grinned. "I think I'm free for a while, now, too. Would you maybe want to, I dunno, get drinks somewhere? Catch up?"
    I know what you're thinking. Not at all. We were just friends, and I'll prove it right now. "What about…?"
    "Julia? I asked her already. She's coming."
    "Sounds fun." I smiled and he smiled back. See? There's nothing there.
    "Alrighty then. By the way, how's your sister doing?" Daisuke asked with mild curiosity.
    "Pretty good, she still thinks I'm a telemarketer, actually. I need a better alibi." I chuckled softly to myself.
    He snorted. "You? A telemarketer?"
    "I know, right? That's why I need a better fake job."
    "Lawyer?" Daisuke suggested unhelpfully.
    "Lawyer? Are you insane?" I sniggered at the thought. "Con'll just stare at me and ask when the hell I went to law school. No, I need something I might actually be able to back up… oh, screw it, I'll think of something else later."
    I stood with a yawn and a very unladylike stretch and grunt. Hey, at least I wasn't scratching my bum. Daisuke watched me and frowned.
    "You really should get some more sleep, Grace. Or try to." He frowned again. "It's not healthy, you know."
    "I do. Doesn't make it any easier." I mumbled, folding my arms across my chest. A hint of a smile quirked the corner of my mouth.
    "No, I don't suppose it would." He nodded and left with one last sad smile at me.
    I traced a finger under one eye, where I knew dark circles showed clearly. Sleep? Me?
    Right.
    I tossed and turned under a sheet, waking once or twice before rolling over and trying again. It didn't happen, and I was almost relieved when my cell rang. I glanced at the alarm clock beside my bed. 5:42 AM.
    "Hello?" I mumbled.
    "I have another assignment for you and Julia."
    I raked a hand through my disheveled hair. "When and where?"
    "Get some rest for now, I'm sending the details later."
    "Who's the monkey?" I sighed.
    "Julia. Come prepared accordingly, Graecia." Click.
    Alright then. I tossed my phone back on the bedside table.
    Confused? What's a monkey, you may ask? Well, typically, when there are two hitmen on one job, it's because there are separate jobs to be done. The monkey is the stealthy one, who breaks and enters, for wont of a better term, and the other, the metal man, is the one who actually does the dirty deed. Unfortunately, unless I'm with Julia, I'm always the monkey. And the monkey tends to be the one who gets munched on by the guard dogs when they pick up her trail. But this time I get to be the one holding the gun. Hooray.
    So I sighed and rolled back over a few more times before giving up and hobbling off to my closet.
    Flipping on the light switch, I pursed my lips and narrowed my eyes, trying to decide what to wear.
    In the end, I selected some torn jeans, a black t-shirt, worn black Chucks, and a canvas coat, the military style that was halfway fashionable and functional at the same time. Under my coat, I wore a nylon and leather gun holster that allowed for two standard .45 ACP handguns and a couple of knives. The guns went under my shoulders, and four four-inch knives rested on my hips. My standard getup. Dressed, I stuffed a duffel bag with various paraphernalia that I would need