A Different Mission

                                  VOID

My face crumpled up as I watched her pass out on the floor. What the fúck is this? is this some kind of joke?

I rose to my feet, taking a step away from her. Bewilderment washed over me. This was not the reaction I expected, not at all. 

How can a skilled fighter react that way? I knew what I watched in that clip. Coming here, I had expected she'd put up a good fight so I'd derive joy in breaking her. I've dealt with a lot of fighters, and the first thing they'd try to do is defend. 

But this bitch over here, I'd say it's understandable she ran for the door because she was terrified seeing me. Anyone would be terrified and probably try to run off as well. But when I gripped her by the waist, I had expected a good fight in return. I expected attempted kicks and punches, but what the hell did she try to do? She attacked me with a fúcking spray can. A fúcking spray can! No crazy bitch would do that. 

I could feel the lightness in her body when I tossed her to the floor from time to time. The fear in her eyes and voice, I'd bet my balls she wasn't faking them. Someone as strong enough to kill Marko would never chicken out, cry profusely and pass out from mere stab sounds. Something wasn't adding up. 

I began a quick search around the room, looking for even the tiniest clue. It was a one bedroom apartment, so it was kind of easy to search. 

I checked her wardrobe, her drawers, dressers, bed, bathroom, kitchen. The entire house was a mess by the time I was done. Yet, the only thing I found were books upon books - some God-damn christian books. 

Nothing at all suggested she was a killer. I've been doing this shit for years. After a thorough search, I always end up seeing a clue or two. There is ALWAYS a clue. But this bitch right here had no clue. There's no way she could be so good at hiding things. 

A knock came on the door. It jolted me out of my thoughts and I walked over to the door, looking from the peephole to see who it was. My system had been a little excited, thinking I'd finally get a clue. I thought whoever was knocking would look suspicious enough to give me answers. My aim had been to open the door, pull the motherfucker into the room and make him or her my next torture victim.

But looking through the peephole, I was stunned when I discovered it was one of those bitches in white. What're they called again? Nuns!

Why the fúck are these the only acquaintances I've seen around her? What sort of sick joke is this?

She knocked again and again. Then, I watched her take out her phone. Realizing what she was about to do, I rushed over to the bitch's phone on the floor and put it on silent. And just immediately, a call came in. I knew it was from the woman outside. Her name was saved with Sister Benedetta. Holy fucking Sister!

Are these ladies playing a game or something? Pretending to be nuns?

She called twice, then called someone else. I knew because I overheard her talking on the phone with someone. 

I leaned towards the door to listen. 

"Yes. Is Sister Jerah in church already?"

"Did she tell you she'd be going somewhere?"

"Yeah, we planned on going to Church together. I knew when she closed up from her coffee shop, and I expected her to be home. But I'm in front of her apartment now, and I don't think she's home. She's not answering the door."

"I know, right? She doesn't have anywhere else to go. Where could she be? It's unlike her."

Her voice started fading as she walked away.

"Yes. I'll keep calling..." I heard her faintly. 

Motherfucker.

I turned back to the room, totally confused for the first time. Something wasn't adding up. The bitch in front of me was definitely not the bitch I expected to see.

I retrieved my phone from my pocket and dialed Rocco's line. Son of a bitch. He picked at the fourth beep.  

"Void..."

"What fúcking mission did you send me on Rocco?" I gritted. "Who the hell is this tramp?"

He hesitated before asking, wearily. "Did...Did she defeat you?"

I clenched my fist. The bloody shithead.

"She just passed out on the floor, one stab to her leg and one to her arm. Now, I should drive a knife through your chest for thinking so low of me. No woman born of a woman can ever bring me down." I stated curtly, revealing the disgust in my voice. 

"Hey... calm down, Void. I just didn't understand what you meant. But..."

"She is not my target." I cut him off, titling my head to glance at the weakling on the floor. 

"The bitch in front of me is nowhere close to a killer."

"Huh? I... I don't think I understand. Did you get the wrong address?"

"I did not. I'm with Jerah Whitaker right now, and she's the lady from the pictures and clip. But she's entirely different from what I saw. She's too weak, too bitchy. She couldn't even withstand two stabs. Couldn't fight back."

"Void, she's definitely pretending! She's tryna play the weak card so you'd leave her alone."

I glanced at the lady again. 

"I've dealt with a lot of psychopaths, Rocco. The max they could deny was their involvement in the offense being stated. Neither of them denied who they truly were. I'm telling you, this bitch right here was not lying or faking shit. I'm too experienced to fall for lies. She can be anything, but definitely not a killer."

Silence met the end of my words. I'm sure Rocco was shocked and trying to comprehend the whole thing. 

"But how is it possible?" He mumbled. "The footage was clear, she was the one in the clips. As a matter of fact, two days ago, she was spotted at Mac Reynolds. It's unclear what she came to do, but CCTV captured her leaving the building. I didn't tell you about it 'cause I knew you were already working on getting her."

My brows arched. I strolled over to the window.

"Did you say two days ago? What time?" I questioned. 

"That should be between...6 p.m to 8 p.m."

"That is im-fúcking-possible. She was in church. And I waited out there for hours, searching for clues. She came out with a few bitches and I followed them home. So, if you talking about two nights ago, then I'm telling you, you're wrong." 

There was a moment of silence.

"Shit! But how is that possible? Does it mean... she's a twin?" Rocco exclaimed, but I said nothing. 

"Um... listen, Void, we can't take any chances. For all we know, that lady might still be lying. But, I'm not sweeping it under the rug that she might still be telling the truth. So, what I'm gonna do, I'll tell my P.I to dig more on it and know if there's someone out there that looks like her. Or if perhaps, she's just lying afterall. But in the meantime, she's our prime suspect. So, I need her locked up in a secured place while I carry out this Investigation."

I exhaled deeply. Damn it! I hate it when I leave missions unaccomplished. Fucking bitch! Why didn't she just end up being the killer? I'd have been having so much fun by now. 

"I'll text you her address." I grunted into the phone.

"No, no, no. I need you to take care of her, Void. Please."

My eyes jolted open at once. 

"What the fúck are you talking about? You've got a death wish?"

"Calm down, Void, and hear me out. If this lady is who I'm thinking she is, then she might be pretty useful for something greatly important. But at the same time, I'm not certain she...I mean, we're not certain she's who she's claiming to be. For all we know, she might just be lying. Anyway, if she's what I'm thinking she is, I wouldn't want anyone from my group to know about it for now. You know we can never be free of blood-sucking spies. I need her tucked away until I conclude my findings." He explained, but all he said sounded like noise to my ears. 

"I'm still not doing it. My mission ends in my target's destination. I don't work this way." I said as a matter-of-factly

"Come on, come on. My empire and that of four others are at stake here. I promise to double your pay. Will that do? Double of your pay?"

A low growl slipped my throat as I looked back at the unconscious bitch on the floor. This is fúcking crazy. Fucking bullshit. I only torture and kill, I do not abduct. Keeping her in my place would be just like trapping her with a monster. I hated people around me. 

"Void? Void? Do this for me, man. Understand the gravity of the situation."

"Shut the fúck up, man." I growled into the phone. 

No one speaks to Don Rocco that way, tho. No one. Well, except me. I fear no scumbag and can say what the hell I want. 

"Three days." I gritted. "You have three days to do whatever the hell you have to do and get her away from me. If you're not done by then, I swear, I'll put a fúcking bullet through her eyes."

I dropped the call and turned to look at the lady on the floor. Damn it! Scums of the earth!