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Who comes knocking?

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She bobbed her head up and down in time with the music. “Hey” said a figure from the doorway. The young woman at the computer jumped and turned around to face the darkened entrance. “Good lord, you scared me,” she said. “Of course I did. You never pay attention when you’re on that stupid computer,” said the figure. “Hey, it’s not stupid,” the kid answered, offended. “I bet it’s smarter than you are!” “Computers are only as smart as the people using them,” the figure retorted, grinning from the threshold. “Well, then it’s definitely smarter than you. Did you want something, or did you just come to annoy me?” The kid at the computer was petulant. “I’m leaving.” The young lady looked at the figure, confused. “Okay…. No offense, but why do I care? I mean, when are you coming back? You know I’m not going to have a wild party or anything.” “Yea I know. I trust you, so” the figure paused and lowered its head, “I’m not coming back.” The girl at the computer simply stared. Finally the figure lifted its head and asked, annoyed, “What? Don’t you care? You’re never going to see me again!” “I’m waiting for the punch line. I know you would never really leave me on my own.” The girl answered softly, suddenly seeming very young. The figure at the door turned away. “My flight’s at eleven o’clock tomorrow. I really am going away. I don’t think I’ll be coming back, ever.” Came the muffled words from the hallway beyond. “What do you mean you’re not coming back? Then I’m going with you right?” the young woman in the swivel chair called out into the dark hall. The figure’s head shaking was barely perceptible in the complete black. “FUCK YOU!” The girl at the computer screamed, as tears began to stream down her face.

Meanwhile, two shapes gathered together through the inky nighttime blackness.
“Did you get it?” A figure asked, surrounded by the stench of a large city and a steaming alleyway. “Yea, I think so, let me check.” A dark-skinned gentleman fumbled through a sack in the opaque midnight. “I’m waiting,” the figure murmured. “I can tell, thanks.” The man snapped. “Don’t get smart with me,” warned the figure softly. “Am I supposed to be stupid? You pay me to be smart,” the man paused and grunted, as though lifting something heavy. “Here, keep it covered.” Then the gentleman carefully placed a small, rounded object in the figure’s outstretched hands. The figure brought the tiny sphere up to its eye. “Good work. Would you like your reward now?” “Of course, when else am I going to get it?” The man answered haughtily. “I warned you not to get smart with me,” the figure purred, putting a finger to the dark man’s neck. Suddenly, the figure pulled its hand like a shot across the dark man’s neck, slicing through his flesh as a hot knife slices through butter. The shadowy man was so surprised that he didn’t even cry out, but uttered a low moan as he sank slowly to his knees, his glassy eyes staring up at his employer, his murderer, as he slowly drained of life.

The next day at the airport, two figures, both dressed in pure white, met at terminal 39.
ok, trying out a story. please comment on it, it means a lot to me. yes i know mysterious, but I think Im going somewhere with it, but I wont if no one like it. I did have fun writing it tho.
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