Pools of Blood

Chapter 28

"My name is Woori. I am 29 years old. My original name is Alicia James. I stay at Gangnam city and for the past 4 years I have been working under FTH as a contract Assassin".

Woori was taken to the interrogation room and made to sit before the camera. It was time, for us to lodge an official complaint against that Multinational company which showed to the world how innocent they were shrouded in white cloth.

"Tell us about the murder of Alfred? ", I asked.

Woori drank a gulp of water. She was still shaking out of fear. Served her right.

"I don’t know much about any of the objects that we are ordered by our clients to kill".

"Object? ", Jasmine shouted in rage. "Object? Was my husband an object to you? Was my baby another object to you?" she gritted her teeth in anger and looked fiercely at her.

Woori cowered in fear. The once terrible assassin of FTH was then behaving like a wet cat.

"I am sorry. But it's how we are trained to be. We are taught to see each people we kill as objects so that we don’t personalize with them. We don’t form an attachment with them."

"Okay. So how much you know tell us? "

-"One day Boss called me. He said about Alfred Wang and gave his full detailed bio. He said that it was going to be a personal vendetta against someone close that he knew once. It was his case. Not someone else. We were simply following his plan".

"Who is your Boss? "

"I have never seen his face. He always contacted us by various means. Sometimes by auto-generated mails, sometimes by untraceable calls or messages. No one has seen his face. No one knows who is he. He pays us in advance a huge bundle of money and the rest after the work is done."

I looked in the direction of Bo Chang. He was waiting outside listening and watching everything from the see-through mirror and cameras.

Jasmine was fuming in rage.

"You are not a human. How can you accept to collab in the r**e of another woman? " she was shaking in anger. Had I been not there, Woori would have been killed by her.

Woori hung her head. "That’s the part of the work. We don’t question anything. We don’t object anything."

"You don’t have minimum compassion. You are an animal! ", Jasmine shouted at her. She tried her best to keep her hands away from Woori’s neck.

Angela rushed in and she comforted her.

"Jasmine, we don’t get anything if we kill her", she said. "She will take us to her Boss. Please control yourself. She doesn’t deserve easy death, you know that."

Jasmine nodded. She was shivering in rage. The desire for vengeance flashed in her eyes.

"Tell us more you know about the boss", ordered her.

"Boss was planning for this incident for a few months. We were told to keep watch upon Alfred and every other people related to him. We followed him like shadows. He probably got a hint of it. And so he appointed a couple of police outside his residence. The only thing I knew, since I was the second in command of this operation was that Boss nourished a special grudge for Alfred and his family. Why? I don’t know that."

We knew about that. Maybe, the boss took it personally the death of his right hand Osman in Afghanistan. So maybe he decided to take revenge.

"Okay. Tell us about the location of the other ones associated with this crime".

Woori’s face was pale. And slowly it deepened.

"Lenus died. He killed him. You were supposed to protect him. But still, he died. What if I kill me too?"

"He won't kill you. He won't be able to kill you. We made the mistake of trusting a few police personnel to keep him under watch. Now the situation is different. Don’t worry. You are safe as long as you compromise with us."

She nodded.

"You should be lucky we are not keeping you naked, tied to a pole with five rapists on loose", Jasmine barked out like an angry animal. "They even urinated upon me."

Woori couldn’t speak a word. Either she was full of remorse or she was truly apathetic towards Jasmine.

"People like you even fall in love?", Angela mocked at her. "How? "

-"She didn’t love that poor guy. She was after his gold", Jasmine answered. She leaned forward and spitted on her face.

"You are slime. A shithole. A child of Satan himself. And I curse you, I curse you that you too one day would feel the pain that I am feeling. The pain of losing love, my child, and my body."

Jasmine seethed in rage and vented out her anger upon her in harsh cruel words. She deserved that. Being a woman, Woori was a disgrace.

She said nothing. She took it all in silently. Tears were rolling down her eyes and trickled down to the lap.

"I deserve this. I deserve whatever you said. I didn’t become an assassin by a wish. I was made into one at an early age. FTH picks up orphans from different orphanages all around the world and on the pretext of providing a good life, the company trains them to be killers. We cant eschew this life. If we try to move on and discard all these, they find us and kills us. This is how life is. We are paid a lot of money for enjoying, spending, f*****g. But then again calls come for the next mission. If anyone fails they are murdered and their bodies vanish."

We had no idea of these. I was shocked to find what FTH was doing inside its gleaming walls. They were making terrorists, creating assassins and murderers.

"Who was that man you were getting married to? "

-"I met him in Afghanistan on a mission. He came and talked to me. He didn’t know my work. I thought if I could marry him, I would come out of this life. It's not loving. It's simply a way to get past this life. Maybe it's not in my destiny to settle old scores."

-"You didn’t love him. Yet, you were trying to destroy his life. Amazing! ", Jasmine scoffed at her.

Woori remained silent.

-"Did you even know him?"

-"No. not much. Only for a few months. He is rich. A billionaire. He said he liked me and wanted to marry me. I agreed readily."

-"What’s the name of the poor guy? ", I said taking up the bottle to drink some water.

"Frank Ting."

The bottle shattered on the floor.