1. ALL BEGINNINGS

The morning introduced itself glissfully replacing the night. The sun beam penetrated through spaces that the curtains had not covered in her window. It made her room glow golden. This is one of the rarest view that everyone admires to take a picture of, the moon dissappearing in the horizon while the sun appeared on the opposite side.

She was still turning within her bed sheets before her alarm broke the dense silence that overwhelmed the room. She quickly turned to put it off and remained on the bed while staring at the ceiling with the feeling of wanting someone to hold her while in her sleep and wake up to find him staring at her with eyes full of love. Well this was all a dream since she was still single. Although she had everything a woman would want in life, she still yearned for someone to possess and make her feel owned.

Sometimes, she disliked her job due to various limitation and restrictions of living a normal life. Forced to cut off her family ties and also not to mingle with people or even get involved with a specific person. It would be considered her weakness and could be used against her or so they would say. Her training had made her a hard core though and she was already accustomed to living alone.

Her alarm rung again for the second time and she had to get out of bed now. You would wonder why would you have an alarm during your off day. Its a custom she picked from her training lessons as an operative. She quickly took a cold shower and went to the kitchen for a breakfast, her bath towel was stilll wrapped around her waist.

Sometimes she even walked in her house completely naked. After all she was the only one there. She took out a bottle of milk and poured it into a mug, placed it in a microwave. While boiling, she spread blue band onto a few slices of bread and two minute later her milk was ready. The microwave gave out that beep that normally symbolized end of the process.

She went over to a four seater dining set to have her breakfast. Her dining table had a marble top which was so exquisite if you looked from a far. Well, what is life without such nice things to enjoy before you are dead. As she took her tea she went through her phone and kept laughing as she went through social media posts and memes. She was also a news lover and she would read newspapers on a daily basis.

She prefered reading "The Kenyan Rumours" newspapers because they had deep inside stories. Fear for their journalists had now become a norm, since it seemed a risky business gathering such information. They included government scandals involving high raking officials, money laundery cartels, gun smuggling, etc. As she went through their pages, one headline caught her eyes and made her spill the milk that she was drinking. "Oh my God," she gaped in shock. She continued reading the story and if you were watching her from a far, you could see her body trembling

"NO, no, no, this cant be happenig", she rushed to her bedroom while blurting out these words and directly headed to the wardrobe to dress up as she was still wrapped in he bath towel. In the meantime she made a call to her colleague at TMU.

"Myra?" came a voice from the other end of the phone.

"Peter?" She replied

"What did you do? You are all over the news."

"What? Wait, Listen Peter, I need your help. Am being set up and I didnt do whatever it is theybarevclaiming."

"You tripping me or something Myra?"

"No, why would I do that? I have been at home since yesterday when I came from work."

"Why would they set you up, what have you done to them?"

"Thats why I need your help, I need to know who it is. If its an inside job then you know very well they wont let me live to even see the prison cells. You know these people when they get to dirty bussines."

"Shit", Peter sighed, "I could also end up dead if I get involved with this, you are aware of that."

"Next time it maybe you in my shoes. You know what, am coming over there."

"What, NO", came in Peter's reply, "As soon as you are scanned at the entrance and you are as good as dead. They are waiting for you here impatiently... Oh shit, where are you right now?"

"Still at my place, why?"

"You need to get out of there like now, obviously there is a unit dispatched to pick you."

"Am innocent Peter, where am I gonna run to."

"No one cares if you are innocent, if they pick you up, you may not manage even to get here, you know how it goes. You gonna have to survive to prove your innocence. You are no good dead."

"Okay", she hung up quickly,now fully dressed in black jeans and and a T-shirt.

She picked up her laptop quickly and slid it into her bag,rushed to her car parked on the roadside infront of her house. It was a black mercedes with white rims. Damn she had taste, a premium one for a fact. She opened the doors in haste and dropped her laptop on the passenger seat. Realizing that she had forgot something, she rushed back to her house. There was a pouch she picked from the safe and quickly came out and found a stranger entering her car in which she tried calling out to him because she knew immediately she is bieng robbed her mercedes. To her suprise, her car exploded as soon as the stranger locked the door. Myra stood there for a moment like she was paralyzed or petrified.

Two minutes later she was running accross her hallway going to the backdoor and on turning for a second to glimpse behind and she saw police and TMU officials' cars pulling up her frontyard and her mercedes still flaming.

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"Nice work, I love it. This will keep them busy. They will never see it coming", came a deep voice from a gentleman seated on the coach. He had a round black hat and was watching the ten o'clock news on citizen. The reporters voice filled the room.

"...the assassin is rumoured to be on the run and TMU operatives could not find her at her place. She blew her car to clear all evidence so as not to be followed. She is considered armed and dangerous and the public is advised to report to the nearest police station..."

"While they are busy with her, we will be doing the real damage. They will never see it coming", came again the deep voice from the gentleman. "We are gonna show them that we hit where it hurts the most."

"And what if they catch her?" Asked Jack. A young quite slender guy who had a scar on his right cheeck. He was an ex millitia and later own became a free lance mercenary. Some time back like three years ago he was bieng hunted by money laundering cartels after blackmailing them. He managed to kill three quarter of the team that was sent after him thus proving excellent survival capabilities.

"Thats what we actually want. With that they will waste their time on a wild goose chase while we get more time to do our work. Simple as it gets", came Lucas's reply with a grin on his face.

"And what if she is not caught?", Jack still asked.

"So many question you have Jack." Lucas replied and kept watching the news.

"We are putting our life on the line for this. We dont know if we are gonna survive . So we need to know all our odds" Jack didnt give up and he had that hard face on.

"I am gonna go out for a smoke", Lucas had no interest to reply about it. He woke up to leave but Jack stopped him. Lucas felt the cold end of the silencer on Jack's pistol pressing againts his shirt.

"You better have an intention of using that thing if you point it at me, boy", Lucas informed Jack calmly while staring straight into his eyes. These were two people who had cheated death a couple of time and have killed a lot of people to survive. True born killers they were and yet they were in a face off at the moment and none of them was willing to die at this early. The other two gentlemen in the room, Kanga and Adilu, remained silent as the atmosphere in the room was as tense as it could get. Jack retreated and tucked his gun back under his belt. He let him pass but before he was out Kanga still asked.

"So Lucas, whats the answer?"

Lucas stopped walking and without turning, "then we prepare for the worse. Its going to be one hell of a ride."