Trap

​EVELYN’S POV

​“What's your status, Eve?” A grumpy voice spoke from the earbud attached to my ear while I stared down at the beautiful city lights.

​“He's coming up right now,” I responded, staring at the transparent elevator carrying a man and his female companions.

​“Now is your chance,” he added coldly.

​I smirked before jumping off the terrace, landing on the balcony of a hotel room opposite the target's suite. I placed my backpack on the table, carefully took out a Barrett MRAD, and effortlessly assembled it with a smile plastered on my face.

​He was probably having fun with his women. Just as I predicted, they opened the curtains wide enough for me to see my target.

​“Take the shot,” the voice ordered once again.

​I simply ignored him, staying hidden and waiting patiently. When I finally got a clear line of sight, I pulled the trigger.

​Soon, the screams of the ladies filled the air. I giggled happily, hurriedly packed the rifle back into the backpack, and hastened out of the room toward the elevator.

​As soon as I stepped inside the elevator, I worked quickly. I climbed into the maintenance hatch to hide the rifle and changed my clothes. When the doors opened again, I walked out wearing a hotel staff uniform. I moved through the ground floor, slipped into the stairwell, and took the stairs up to the tenth floor where the dead man lay.

​He had something of ours that I needed to retrieve before the police got a hold of it.

​Once I reached his floor, I quickly placed a signal jammer on the elevator door to buy myself some time before his companions reached the lobby to alert security.

​“You've got five minutes to retrieve the file and leave,” the handler instructed.

​I stepped into the presidential suite and walked straight to the bedroom. The lifeless body of the Assemblyman lay there, ignored as I picked up the black briefcase that held vital information. He had died because he knew too much and was planning on selling information about the Organization to an outsider.

​The briefcase opened with a click. I took out the documents marked ‘Classified,’ but just when I was about to leave, something caught my attention.

​“Baker...” I mumbled in a low voice, staring down at a file. It had a picture of me as a little kid attached to it, alongside a photo of a couple.

​“What are you waiting for, soldier?” the man on the other side barked.

​I snapped out of it immediately, but I couldn't take my mind off what I had just seen. I quietly took pictures of the file so I could take a better look at it later.

​“On it,” I muttered, heading for the door.

​“You've got two minutes to get out of there,” he reminded me.

​I removed the device jamming the elevator and made it to the fire exit. My smile brightened as I walked out of the building just as the sound of sirens filled the air. I found a black SUV parked on the other side of the street and got in.

​“Did you get the documents?” the man in the driver's seat asked.

​I handed him the documents, even though I was dying to ask questions. “These are classified documents of the Organization. I'm sure you know what that means?”

​It was pretty obvious he had a suspicion, but he kept a stoic face. “Understood.”

​“Good job, Lieutenant,” he praised, though he was staring at me weirdly.

​I stepped out of the car once my job was done and headed toward my motorbike, which was parked around the block. I hopped on, put on my helmet, and zoomed off, leaving behind nothing but dust.

​I lived in a gated community that was highly guarded; only the rich could afford such a place. I pulled up to the garage of my condominium and unhurriedly walked inside my apartment.

​I headed straight for the wine bar and picked up a bottle of whiskey to celebrate. I did a tiny dance as I turned on the TV. Sure enough, the news of Assemblyman Lee's death was all over the place. Of course, I was still an unknown, wanted criminal.

​“Did you all a favor,” I scoffed, staring intently at the TV.

​He was simply a prick who deserved to die. I had merely gotten rid of their trash.

​I threw myself onto the couch, taking one big gulp from the bottle in my hand, not bothering to change out of my clothes. My apartment was a mess; I rarely had time to take out the trash.

​My name is Evelyn. I work for an Organization that specializes in weaponizing young girls into deadly assassins and assets for big shots who want to clean up messes.

​I snapped out of my thoughts when my watch began beeping. It meant I had another assignment. This made me frown; I wasn't supposed to take up another job on the same day as a hit.

​I decided not to think about it and looked up everything I needed to know about this new job. I picked up my laptop and skimmed through the email, but to my surprise, there wasn't much information on the client.

​“What?” I mumbled to myself.

​Soon, my phone began buzzing.

​“Ready for your next assignment?” The man, whose identity I never knew due to Organization rules, spoke from the other side.

​“Don't you think it's too sudden? We were told never to draw too much attention,” I reminded him, trying not to sound rude.

​“This is an important mission, and you know what happens if you fail.” He sternly reminded me of the consequences.

​“But…” He hung up before I could say anything else.

​I heaved a sigh, staring at the TV. I couldn't take my mind off the documents from earlier, so I decided to look at the pictures I took. A deep frown settled on my forehead when I realized the couple in the photo might be my biological parents.

​My lips parted in shock. I thought of the possibility of them being alive. I was happy and confused at the same time. I was yet to understand why the Organization had lied about it.

​I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to think rationally, but things just didn't add up. I knew I needed answers from HQ.

​“Calm down, Eve. You've got this,” I whispered, taking deep breaths.

​I peeled off the pile of clothes clinging to my body, revealing an ugly scar covered by a tattoo, and stood lazily under the shower. I had a bad feeling about this particular mission, but I shrugged off the uneasy feeling.

​Once I was done getting ready, I decided to go through the information once again.

​“TK Group,” I mumbled, staring at the gigantic building in front of me.

​I adjusted my cap and headed toward the entrance of the hotel owned by the TK Group. I took the elevator to the tenth floor, walked out casually, and headed for the equipment room. I came out shortly after, dressed as an employee, and headed toward Room 357.

​Finally, I arrived. I knocked, holding a tray and a hand towel.

​“Room service,” I mumbled with a sweet voice.

​Unfortunately, I got no response, so I decided to try one more time. Suddenly, the door was pulled open. I quietly walked in, on guard, but to my greatest surprise, it was actually a kid.

​A freaking kid!

​I quickly lowered my weapon, looking at the harmless boy.

​“Are you alone?” I asked with a frown.

​He nodded innocently. I heaved a sigh and hid my gun behind my back.

​“Am I in trouble?” he asked curiously.

​I shook my head and forced a smile. There was absolutely no way I was going to kill a kid. He looked about eight years old.

​I looked around the room curiously and found a shelf where a few documents sat. I began going through them immediately. When I stumbled upon a familiar document, I stepped back, pressing a palm against my lips in shock.

​I turned to the kid and crouched down to his level to ask him a few questions.

​“What's your name?” I asked, still shaken from what I'd seen. If only I knew.

​“Louis Dexter,” he spoke innocently.

​My eyes widened in surprise as realization dawned on me. But before I could duck, I was suddenly incapacitated by a taser.

​It was a trap!

​I glanced over at the once-innocent kid, but his expression had changed into a devilish grin.

​The Organization was built on lies and deceit.

​“Take her away.”