Soprano
sax mom
prologue
The rectangular, metal table sat six people, all in silence. A light patter of rain could be heard from outside. The sound was more pronounced because of the old, tin roof.
Their boss sat at the end of the table, hands fidgeting. "I know you all may be feeling a bit angsty. Maybe ready for a heist or kill, but that's not why I've gathered you all here." She licked her lips. "I'm disbanding the group." She waited for an aggressive response. One that she expected and prepared for. A glock was tucked in her boot. But instead, there was a small chorus of chatter with a suprise undertone. She exhaled in relief. "As you all know, I have a son." Silence. They knew she did, it just was hardly brought up. Personal affairs were not to be discussed, especially not the boss'. "I can't keep doing this, though. It's hard. I have a big fat target on my back, and as soon as word gets out about him, he'll have the same target. I don't- It's the exact same reason why Big Russ is gone. He nurtured the target without even realizing it. And me? I grew up watching him do it. I don't want the same for me or my son, but the damage is already done. I have to carry the burden, and someday, he might have to as well."
Five individuals besides herself sat at the tabel. Two women, and three men. All highly skilled workers, assassins, or simply killers. They got the job done, but none of them had much going for them in the begining. Runaways, foster kids, rescued from the slums. They had steady lives now with money, a 'job', and a place to live. The group would be fine on their own once more.
"Let my name be forgotten in this world." She sat up and adjusted the black trench coat covering her person. Two escorts lead her to the black SUV parked in the street. She knew the risk of leaving, but the risk of staying was much worse.
The ride home was quiet. No small talk was made between her or the driver. Once in the house, she tucked the handgun in a drawer in the entrance and hung the coat before walking upstairs. There, a nanny waited with her small boy of two years. She smiled. "Danny, I'm home."
PM me if you're interested and for further details! If you're under the 10 post mark, leave a reponse and I will PM you.
