CHAPTER THREE
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The tension was thick enough you could almost cut it with a knife. It sent the warning bells in Lara's head into a all out bell fest. Something was wrong and she didn't need to be a trained assassin to figure that out.
She scanned the room. The first thing you must always do in a dangerous situation is familiarize yourself with your environment and opponents.
Three suited individuals stood at a uniformed distance from each other. Although no interaction had taken place, you scold tell they were cut from the same cloth. Their posture and body language gave that away. The only problem was she couldn’t figure out who was in charge. They all seem to be of the same caliber.
Do you ever hear people describe beautiful men as handsome devils. Well these men were the epitome of that. Handsomely flawless and yet wretchedly vicious and cunning master manipulator.
Beautiful but deadly.
She smirked.
That's one biased requirement of this industry. Looks do play some part in accomplishing certain missions that require seduction. She's had her fair share to know this.
From the three dangerous men, Lara recognized the one on to her left. She was fortunate enough to see him in action.
The might and speed he used to force his opponents into submission before death was terrifying. By the end of it, their bodies were torn up and in odd angles, that man was truly a sadist at heart.
Even though it was years ago, she could recall that scene like it was yesterday. When your a 12 year old trainee in the guild watching the masters move, you tend to wonder how terrible could they possibly be or how wrong could it get.
After a long period of silence the one to the right spoke,
" Lara Jamieson, such a terrible time to meet a rising star like you. 100% success rate, you truly are a phenomenal individual."
Before she could respond to his remark, the man in the center cut in.
"Weren't you the one you lost your step brother like some time ago. A promising young man. What was his name again?"
That sentence felt like sharp knife digging into her heart. She almost crumbled. She held her blank face and tried to keep the bloodthirst from entering her eyes. They were watching her, one wrong move and she’s dead.
"His name was Andrew, and yes he was promising"
The man in the center chuckled
"Nevermind that, he's already dead. We're here today to address matters involving you."
With that, two files were tossed at her.
Then the man on the left spoke,
" Contained in the first document is your profile and punishment. Within the second document is your assigned mission. You have officially been deemed high risk and due to this, you are being warned to comply to the rules and punishments given. Resistance and failure to comply results in annihilation."
Once he finished. She was surrounded by men in black, like literally men covered in all black. They were known as the enforcers. Everyone was familiar with them. A group of men dedicated to punishment those who disobey. Their methods of torture were horrendous, bloody and toe curling.
She narrowed her eyes and the documents within her hands slowly crumpled. The stoic faces of the men in front of her got darker. She straightened her back and angled her feet for better range.
Before they left, the man in the center piped in,
" Enjoy the sparring. See it as practice to better your skills."
Once they left, with no hesitation whatsoever, from every directions punches and kicks were traded.
After a good long hour, out limped a bruised and bloodied woman from the door. The stench of sweat and blood thickly warped the hall. In hands were two blood splashed files.
As she limped further away from the scene. You could almost catch a glimpse of the once white colored room, now strained with deep red and idle bodies scattered everywhere.
Her breaths were shallow and harsh and her chest felt like it was on fire. She knew what broken ribs and punctured lungs felt like, and this was exactly it.
She needs medical attention as soon as possible, if not, she is most likely going to die from internal bleeding, oh joy. But unfortunately in this world, any sign of weakness leaves you vulnerable. She needed to first get out of there first, away from the external dangers before dealing the internal injuries.
She gathered every ounce of will power and strength she had left in her broken body and strode out with a blank face into the elevator, down to the lobby and out the building. Limping over to her car, he opened her door and got it. Once inside, with struggled inhales, she revved the engines and sped off into the distance.
On the other side of the city in a black SUV, news reached three men sitting inside .
“Sir, She killed the enforcers. All 24 of them dead.”
A angry grunt echoed from the other end before the line went dead. Lucas noticing the grunt looked toward Agav and interrogatively asked,
“Agav, exactly what happened?”
Ray, the other of the three turned towards the two and directed his stare to Agav waiting for a response.
“She killed all 24 of them. Punctured lungs and a couple of broken bones, but she walked out alive.”
Lucas and Ray looked aghasted.
“How is that possible? She barely had any training since that boy died, and besides her missions were low grade. She would have been out of practice for awhile.
I don’t care if she had been out of practice, let alone if she had any practice at all. Your information is unreliable and so are your informants, get rid of them and get your son in.”
After a long pause he added,
“they are right. She’s as dangerous as her brother. If we don’t get rid of her soon, we’ll be in big trouble.
Agav then turned to Ray,
“Get rid of your enforcers too, we might as well get rid of them all. I need efficient and effective not morons"
Ray sighed and acknowledged with a nod. He knew there was no arguing with Agav.
“It won't happen again"
“I would hope not. Wouldn't want anyone’s head on the chopping block now would we?”
The conversation continued and a plan transpired between them in secrecy. The bosses were mad and it was time for them to make their move.
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