"Young Ma'am, I am sorry, but you need to go back to your cell." She turned slowly to face the owner of the voice."I'll give you two options, either you face me or you pretend as though you did not see me." She smiled widely. The guard shivered and unconsciously took a step back in fright.He blinked a couple of times, and swallowed a lump of saliva, "I…I am so..sorry, Young Ma'am, but my orders were to…" He choked on his words when she lynched her four fingers on his oesophagus…viper style.She did it the second time.He staggered backwards, "Wrong answer!" She grabbed his neck and held it tightly, quietly putting the guy to sleep.She continued on her way, but she did not take the path heading to the old cellar in the garden's shade. Instead, she went the opposite direction. This way led to the basement of the main house.She took her time, looking through each door and corridor, to make sure that she did not meet any unwanted visitors.The guards mostly loittered outside the p
"I need your help." She said, trying to catch her breath."With what?" "Moving a body?" She replied plainly.His eyes bulged open, "you killed somebody?" Dom asked in surprise.Not that it was strange for her to do something like that, but she always needed solid motives.She rolled her eyes, "I said, move a body and not move a dead body," She corrected."Come on, let's hurry up." She led him through the back door. Briefly told him about Mr Walborn, but ignoring who he really meant to her. She told him about the man being watched and being scared.Dom promised to take care of whoever it was.He helped her carry Mr Walborn and place him on the bike…well, she had to push the bike with Mr Walborn on it all by herself though.Dom was a man of little patience.He met her later on out of the mansion."Oh, so did you find out who the lookout was?" She asked."Yeah I did.""And…?" She tilted her head questioningly."Oh, he would not cooperate so I killed him." Dom stated nonchalantly."You b
She parked a good number of blocks away from the given location.She grabbed the bag with weapons and strapped it on her shoulder, a shotgun in hand.It was already night. Despite the streets being illuminated with streetlights, she still walked through the dark alleys without raising any alarm.She had used 3D mapping to survey the arena and knew exactly where to be and when.There was another tall building approximately 2km away, that was where she decided to set up her sniper mount, at the top of the building.She knew that Grandmaster must have probably followed her. So before they got here and found her, she needed to be done with everything."A fuck'in safe house!" She cursed out loud.She adjusted the range on her rifle so that she could see the images clearly.The lower level of the building held civilians, so whatever was gonna go down today, she knew that she needed to be less reckless.Her aim was to pinpoint Brantley's exact position…which of course she did not succeed.Sh
Randy left the convoy on foot and decided to take a survey around the Bundermann house. He looked at the neighboring streets too.That was when he noticed that there was something heated up going on at the adjacent street. He loited around and noticed The Grandmaster.He first laid eyes on the Grandmaster by accident. He did not know much about the man and he did not care, all that he knew was that he was the Master of the underground world.This was not the time to have a clash with that type of personality.Despite it being just past 8pm, the streets automatically become deserted.Mr White knew exactly why he decided to show up in military trucks. Everyone believed that there was a high profile investigation going on, hence they all went indoors, while others decided to go about minding their business while secretly pitying whoever it was that they were after."Sir, The Grandmaster is here too." Randy reported back to Mr White."Where?" Mr White asked. "He's here with his entourage,
Grandmaster took the lift to the last floor, the 8th floor."Hah, finally, the first contestant to make it to the top." Emille clapped his hands, a bright smile lit his face. "Congratulations!"Emille was waiting for the Grandmaster at the top floor as the lift's door opened. He had a good number of men with him.As soon as Grandmaster's men saw Emille, they pulled out their guns.Emille's men immediately pulled their guns too."Where is she?" Grandmaster stepped out of the lift. He asked Emille through gritted teeth.Both sides still had their weapons drawn out."Where is who? It's just us." Emille chuckled provocatively, turning around him to pretentiously search for the person whom Grandmaster was referring to."Do not play a fool with me! What do you want from her? Grandmaster took a step forward.Two of Emille's men cracked their guns and simultaneously stepped in front of their boss.Grandmaster's own men, when they saw the movements, they took a step forward."Be careful now ol
She did not wait for the others to process the situation and react. She raised herself a little, dropped the bag strapped to her arm because it was holding her back. Actually, she did not just drop it anywhere, she flung it at one of the Cartel men.Another one attempted aiming his gun at her but she held the gun, raised his hand up quickly and hit his wrist hard with the side of her hand, causing his grip on the gun to momentarily loosen. She took the opportunity to seize the gun from his hand and hit his head with it.She flung her opposite hand with the shotgun in it at one of the other men. The first guy whom she put down was struggling to rise up on his feet, she kicked his throat with her boots, removing blood from his mouth…and a tooth maybe, she did not care though.She flung the pistol she'd seized at another Cartel guy, the weapon flew past Emille, causing him to slightly move his head to the side to avoid the impact from the flying weapon.Well, his man was not swift enough
"I'm worried, what if things don't go as planned and someone gets hurt?" Brant asked."People will get hurt obviously, but only the people who deserve it." Emille stated nonchalantly."Jeez, y'all are creepy. How did I get mixed up with it all?" Brant asked, more to himself.Emille, whose eyes were locked on the monitor, turned to look at Brantley, "You got mixed up with it all the day you decided to fall in love with her." Emille stated, motioning to the monitor projecting Mila."Oh, I forgot to mention, I was leaving my life peaceful and minding my business until she showed up, she brought herself into my life and made herself my secretary." Emille raised his brows, "she made herself your secretary? How is that even a thing?" Emille asked in disbelief.Mila was still setting up the dynamite on the door. It was a heavy metal door, hence it was gonna take more than one dynamite to blow it off."Yeah, she crippled my secretary's mother and threatened the woman to insist that her daugh
"I'm not leaving this place without Brantley and Dominique." She stated firmly, holding his gaze challengingly."Then you leave me no choice." He raised the gun at her.She did not have the strength to fight back. She watched him, his eyes were void of any emotions or feelings. He stared back at her like a soulless body, empty but breathing."Then so be it," Mila whispered softly and sadly."I don't think so!" A gun cracked behind Grandmaster.Mila enlarged her eyes before narrowing them again and the other man pointing the gun at Pops.Pops looked unbothered. He did not even bother turning to look at who was behind, not that he knew the voice."You have the guts to point a gun at me?" An evil smile grazed his face. He posed the question without even bothering to gauge who it was."And I'll use it if you don't drop your weapon." The voice stated firmly.Pop narrowed his eyes, 'what happened to my men?' he pondered.' weren't they supposed to be behind me?' "What the hell are you do