Wednesday, 7 March 2012
05:56:31 PM (GMT)
The good side to wearing a watch everywhere was that Thomas was always on time. An
added extra was that he couldn't see that bloody name on his wrist. The silver
"Searching" band on his ring finger was enough of a reminder.
How many girls in the world were called Skye?! He'd never find her...
The assassin sighed heavily, pulling his sleeve down and aiming carefully before
squeezing the trigger and waiting for the inevitable sound of police sirens.
He sat, incredibly bored as he waited for yet more questions. A ginger girl and a
man were walking towards him, and Thomas assumed they'd be his next questioners.
"Your name's Thomas O'Connell" The girl said, waiting for him to nod before
continuing with her questions. She went on for ages- far too long for Thomas'
liking, and he as good as zoned out after question three. He phased back in at about
question fifty seven, at a guess, and nodded in reply before interrupting.
"Wha's yer name?"
The girl shot him a puzzled look, "Sorry, what?"
"Yer name. What is it?"
"S- Rachel Moore." She said, looking down at her notebook, much to Thomas' relief,
since, for some Godforsaken reason, he felt like a blade as cold as ice had just
sliced through his chest.