Thread: The Bookkeeper (( Krys & Angel ))

And this is the Bookkeeper's looks It was early morning, around 4 am when The Bookkeeper got the call on her disposable cell phone. It was her best employee, Diane, calling to make a report on her latest assignment. The Bookkeeper leaned back, a smile playing upon her face at the good news and then when they disconnected, she made another phone call to one of her many employees, giving him directions to deliver Diane's paycheck to her. The Bookkeeper had many, many different houses situated across the states, it was one of the perks of the job. She had made so much money off of the different markets she facilitated, that she had money to buy the houses. Right now she was in one that was situated on a cliffside overlooking the coast of California. Each week, a new disposable phone was delivered to her by Diane and it made her almost untrackable, but she knew she had to be careful, to stay under the radar, which is why she rarely went out to do an assignment herself. If she didn't do the assignments, she was untraceable and she liked to keep it that way. She stood up, put on some coffee and then flicked on the TV to the news station to get the latest updates in the Nation and the world. This is Diane Diane hung up the phone, it was early in the morning and she smirked as she stood in the ditch alongside the road in Missouri. It seemed as if another one of The Bookkeepers employees had failed her and she had called Diane to take care of it. No loose ends, No mercy. Diane though as she ran her finger down the blade that she had used to slit the throat of the girl in the ditch. It had been easy and she had enjoyed it, she also knew that she would be paid well, but now it was time to disappear before the cops discovered the body. Diane had long, wavy and black hair that fell to the middle of her waist and hazel eyes that burned with a undeniable deadliness that hung about her. She had a short, slim and athletic build, but that was alright, it allowed her to be fast. She chuckled as she turned, tucking her blade back into her pocket as she slipped into the early dusk before it got too light outside, disappearing as if she had never been there. Penelope Garcia rolled out of bed, groaning slightly, she had a alarm clock in her head that woke her up early each morning. Sometimes it killed her, but she didn't mind all too much, besides she worked better early in the morning. She got up, slipping into the slippers beside her bed and padded to the kitchen. There she put on the coffee and then went to turn on the News while the coffee was being made, she went into the kitchen, and fished around until she found a blueberry bagel and plucked it out as she put cream on it and then put it onto a plate. Pouring herself some black coffee to wake her up, she went back into the living room She had just kicked back, was eating her bagel and was sipping her coffee, when suddenly she coughed, sputtered and almost choked on the headline that morning. A young woman had been killed, though it was thought to be suicide by a slit of the throat. Penelope knew better than that and knew that the woman had been killed, she had to let her partner know and so she picked up her phone and dialed his number, praying he'd be awake.