Robin Hood

He had been warned. Several times. He ignored them every time. He was going to get his presentation. He didn't care about some "girl on the roof".

The presentation was going perfectly. Just his final point remained. The world was silent, waiting with anticipation. Waiting to here what the one who ignored "the girl on the roof" had to say.

"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen! I only have one more thing to say."

"I was threatened by that terrorist, 'the girl on the roof'. Whoever that is threatened to end my career and tarnish my reputation. Well, I appear to be going just fine!" The crowd laughs.

"Well, let's see how brave this coward is! Go ahead! I'm wide open!" He opens up his arms wide. The crowd erupts with murmurs of worry.

"Come on! Show yourself! Prove you-"

"Sir!"

"One moment," he turns to his adviser, who whispers in his ear. He arrogant smirk disappears from his face as he hears the news, "Umm... I'm sorry ladies and gentlemen. I was just informed that my partner was killed. I'm going to have to cut this short."

"I'm sorry." He raises his arm in a wave as he steps away from the podium, immediately surrounded by his bodyguards. The crowds hesitatingly claps, confused by the events taking place before their eyes.

"Sir, we have to get you to the safe house."

"Good, I can't stand looking at these dirty freaks. Let's go." He snarls, walking to the Hummer that will take him home.

His adviser drops to the ground next to him, blood running down the back of his head.

"Wha-?" A guard falls to the earth, the back of his head exploding.

"Sniper!"

"Get down, sir!" He is shoved toward the Hummer as his guards are picked off one-by-one. He stares up at the sky, eyes wide with fear.

"The girl on the roof..."

He is thrown into the Hummer, which speeds away. But it was too late. He was dead, shot directly in the middle of his forehead.

I tug off my headset, stretching my tense limbs. I rub my tired, forest green eyes, staring down at the crowd that just seconds before cheers the name they are now booing.

"They are like dogs; heeling to the most powerful master. I'll never understand them." I sigh, chuckling to myself. I stand up, packing my rifle.

Who am I? I'm no one special. My work is boring, nothing worth bragging about.Some call me 'Robin', some call me 'Loxley', some even call me 'that fucking bastard'. But most know me as 'the girl on the roof'. My name is Robyn Hode and I am Robin Hood.