He thought he would see a squad or even more posted at the entrances, but it was only a couple of them. The place was on red alert. "What the hell is going on in there?" He muttered to himself, shifting into what he was best. He went on all fours and rushed to the entrance, gunshots emerged, as always. He dived at them and brought them to their knees after breaking their bones. "Put yourself out of your miseries" he said with a growl as he walked past them into the bunker. There were gunshots coming from every direction. "What's that!?" They shot at him and he lapped at a pillar. "Too many of them…" he said through clenched teeth. "Where are you, Buck?" They fired tirelessly and heavily at him until it started dying out with screams of agony and pain. He peeped out and gasped. "What the hell have you become, Camila?" She finished them off in the twinkle of an eye, mouth full of blood and a heart yearning for revenge. She looked like nothin
"You're the one who's really afraid. You don't need to be, they are not exactly our enemies—" "You think? Maybe for you, but not for me" he said with an impossible chuckle. "And why's that?" "Nice talk, Logan. See ya when next I see ya" he brushed him off and ran into the woods, shifting into a wolf right before disappearing. "Logan?!" Camila came out from the bunker and called out to him. Logan didn't even react like there was someone there. Being fast enough, she whisked to him, nervous, she started spilling it all out. "Please give me a chance I can explain, please—" Logan started walking toward a helicopter, but she continued because he would hear it. "I swear I didn't know it would kill you, I didn't know what the bullets were made of, I'm deeply sorry, I was just too broken to believe anything, please, I'm not asking for anything else other than your forgiveness, it would mean the whole world to me right now. For the sake of what we had,
*CAMILA*-* I stood in front of the mirror, completely surprised by my own figure. Suddenly, it seemed that I wasn't the owner of this body. I admired and praised my own body. I was in love with it and liked the idea of self pleasure. What could be better? I was addicted to my body, always busy with my self, and I had no need of getting saved from it. I looked over the bed and wished that the man did better. He wasn't man enough, and that was why I had to pull the trigger and make a hole right on his forehead. I walked back slowly to my bed and sat down on the edge of the bed, enjoying the soft mattress and foam stimulation. I moved slowly, letting it arouse and pleasure me more as I fondled my breasts, parting my lips to let out breathed moans. I shut my eyes as I led my right hand down "uh huh" I moaned as my finger started sliding in effortlessly, curling up, but I was jolted by a knock on the door, almost l
*LOGAN*-* "Life, sometimes can be hell, sometimes, can be heaven. But why? I believe even though we do not have control over some certain things in life, we can decide for ourselves whether we want to be happy or not, so to say, hell or heaven, is a choice we all can make. And on the other hand, redemption can be found by anyone who seeked it, the question is, are you ready to be redeemed? Because a lot of people are so cornered in their dark place that they are too blinded to see that they could get out of their darkness, sadly. Those people need someone, someone who can see beyond everyone else, someone who can come into their lives, take their hands, and guide them into the light…" "So, do you think you are redeemed?" "Hmm. I might not be, but I'm in a happy place…" I smiled "And that's all that matters" "I lo
*CAMILA*-* Not many details were given to me for my next assignment, so I did my findings. And with the bit they gave me, I knew what, where and how. I just needed to visit a few places, a few calls and a few directions. It was for sure going to take time, but I would eventually find what I was looking for, I always did. But there was something about this assignment that seemed odd. Jacques and I had gotten a lead, which took us to the Las Vegas springs preserve and I wondered, if not doubted that someone that important or influential would live in a desert. We had pulled up in Jacques Bentley Flying Spur Speed, and I took my binoculars to look into the house, and nothing but darkness and isolation were perceived. The mansion was located at the Las Vegas springs preserve located nearly three miles west of downtown Las Vegas
"Agent 04 do you copy?" They had wired communication devices connected to their ears… "Agent 07 do you copy?" The assassin spoke into his device, but no answer was returned but a growl, resembling a wild animal's angry threat. He shared a look with the other agent beside him behind masked face… the headlights on their guns clicked on, pointed at the two still assassins before them. They were confused; why were they still? They traced down the light and it caught two legs! It must be their target! Their guns were tightly clenched and blood was running hot, their minds were sharp and their stance and fingers ready for fire. "Show yourself! Now!" They commanded. The beast growled under the veil of the two lifeless bodies. The night had been disturbed, and his peace had been affected, how dare they!? But he wasn't moving yet. "Show your face or these magazines will be emptied into your body
*Camila*_* We had waited until it was dark before getting ready for the operation. It was the perfect time to check out the house, but I hated that it was creepy. No matter how experienced I was in the job, it sent chills to my blood. I got to my safe house and got out guns and explosives because I felt that the night would be distinguishable, I would find out later that I was right. I handed Jacques some ammunition, and he gave me a distorting look. "Have you forgotten what we are going to do tonight?" He asked, looking at the guns and explosives. "We can't go in there without arms, Jacques" I fastened my B&T's veterinarpistole VP9 to my jacket. "This is too much, don't you think?" "It doesn't matter, Jacques. Let's go" "Yes ma'am
Pain subdued her body and the sunlight pierced into her hazel eyes with a stern anguish. She confined her eyelids and let out a pressured groan. Her hands were chained up and she stooped, hanging feebly. She flickered her eyes as her ears caught a faint sound of a matching footstep. All she could see was a shadow, because the rays of sunlight blotted her vision. "Who are you?" She muttered, with faltering eyelids. She gasped as cold water was poured on her from an iron bucket, and her eyes forced itself open as her brain became conspicuous to the environment. Her heart beat heaved up her chest and she stared at the man standing in front of her with an ominous look. And still, she reiterated her first question "Who are you?" "Logan Creed. The man you came to kill…" he came closer to her, tickling her neck with his warm breath. H