Dark Roses : Assassin In Her Nest

CHAPTER TWO : MOST EXCEEDINGLY TERRIBLE NIGHTMARE

"Yes! oh yeah!" Yvonne couldn't conceal her pleasure as she left the Chief's office. She kept clench hand knocking the air. Brendan then again had a harsh articulation on. He can't reason why precisely she's thrilled when she's going into the place of extreme peril. This mission is pretty much a death sentence.

"What's with her?" Williams asked as he watched his senior do a cheerful dance. "You're not gonna believe this."

"What?" Williams asked inquisitively. The other cops likewise needed to know what's going on with Yvonne.

"It happened. I was given the mission. The mission to get that psychopathic knave! The infamous assassin!" Yvonne upheld up her news with a screech of fervor. The reaction she got wasn't what she hoped yet it was expected.

"With all due respect, Senior, are you nuts?!" Williams exclaimed.

"Why? For what reason would you take up the case? Do you have any idea about what that implies?" Mr. Dean, the commander of the unit, said as he stood up in stress.

"Why are you folks behaving like it's some awful news?"

"Obviously, it is!" Brendan terminated as he stood up out of frustration. "Do you by any chance hear yourself? It's not awful news? Analyst Blake, Detective Sheldon, Agent Cooper, Agent Barnes! Every one of them got killed without hesitation the very day they took up the case. Do you just think often about yourself? Don't you consider the feelings of those close to you? Your family, your companions, the individuals who love you! They make very little difference to you? Huh?! Do you think they'll be okay assuming that you get killed? Do you figure I will be okay if that bastard murders you?!"

"Brendan...

Brendan picked up his jacket in anger and befuddled away, ignoring Yvonne's calls. Yvonne exhaled out a disappointed moan and went to Williams. Williams turned away from her, pouting like a child.

"You care less about us, huh? Don't talk to me."

"William, not you as well." Williams heaved furiously and clicked his console noisily to communicate how angry he is at Yvonne. She went to her different associates and they all had the same "I'm mad at you" look on thier faces.

"I need to find Brendan." Yvonne got her jacket and vehicle keys and left. Since they've been tight companions since they were five, Yvonne knew precisely where Brendan would be. She headed to freedom park. She ventured down from her vehicle and went directly to the play ground. She grinned when she saw him sitting on one of the swings. He actually looked angry. She strolled to him and sat on the swing alongside him without saying a word. Brendan turned his head to her.

"You actually have this habit." Yvonne said, looking forward. "Coming here at whenever you're stressed, disappointed, frustrated or angry." She turned to him, "Recall whenever we first met here?" Brendan turned upward and laughed at that memory. Was it 23 years ago?

23 YEARS AGO

Five years old Yvonne came to her beloved park with her mum, Mrs Smith. It's her birthday so she will have the best time of her life here. Her mum advised her to sit on a bench while she goes to get ice cream for the both of them.

"Mum, I need triple treat. Chocolate, strawberry and vanilla. I need sprinkles on them as well."

Her mom raised her temple, as though she was expecting something toward the finish of her girl's sentence. Yvonne saw this and she laughed. "Please."

Mrs Smith's gave an acceptable grin as her little girl said the enchanting word, the word she was anticipating.

"If it's not too much trouble, get me triple treat ice cream with sprinkles."

"Okay. I'll be back soon. Try not to go anyplace, OK?"

"Okay, mum. I'll stand by here." Her mum left for the frozen yogurt subsequent to giving Yvonne a kiss on the cheek. Yvonne watched different children play as she licked her lolly. She would have gone to play with them assuming her mum hadn't provided her the request to wait.

Watching the children play was enticing so she dismissed her head. Unintentionally, she ended up seeing a kid sitting alone on a swing. He was sitting alone yet there were different children before him. Yvonne couldn't hear what they were talking about but she guessed they were causing the kid on the swing to feel awful due to the tears in his eyes.

This is significantly more tempting than a lot of children playing. She saw one of the children get a stone and tossed it at the kid. The stone met the kid's head. That is it! She was unable to take it any longer. She discarded her valuable lolly and baffled indignantly to the gathering of children."Hello!" She terminated at them. They all turned to her. The children were no question older than her except for Yvonne couldn't care less.

"Why did you toss that stone?" She asked the blonde kid who tossed the stone.

"Look! His head is bleeding. You are in trouble."

"Could you leave and go to your mummy?" The oldest one said and Yvonne sneered.

"Let the boy be!" The kid pushed Yvonne to the ground and the entire crew blasted into giggling. Yvonne had it! They've provoked her. She remained back up and tossed a small bunch of sand into the kid's eyes."Ahhh! My eyes, my eyes!" The kid continued to shout in torment. Yvonne didn't allow him to recuperate as she pushed him to the ground. She turned to the other children with a glare and said.

"Leave now or I'll call the police." The children thought she was feigning so they all snickered. She unfastened her little satchel and drew out a little flip telephone. The children quickly moved frightened and ran off.

"Hey! Come carry this one!" The oldest was as still on the ground, crying. One of the children returned and left with him. Yvonne cleaned her hands and went to the kid on the swing. The kid recoiled when thier eyes met.

"Hey, are you dumb? Why are you crying?" Yvonne drew out a napkin from her pocket and approached him.

"Here, clean your face with it." The kid didn't collect it. He continued to stare at her extended hand. Yvonne made a sound as if to speak and said,

"what's your name?"

"B... Brendan." Brendan said hesitantly.

"Alright, Brendan. Keep still." Yvonne stood on her toes and aided Brendan clean his face and wipe his draining head.

"Is your mummy here?"

"No."

"Your daddy?"

Brendan shook his head. "I'm here alone."

"Ooh. Want to go to a clinic? Maybe...

"Yvonne, I told you to remain on the seat." Mrs Smith said as she moved toward the two children.

"I'm sorry, mum. Some kids were bullying him." Mrs Smith checked out the kid who had a scar on his head.

"They did this to him?" She inquired.

"Yes, mum. He wants to go to the hospital."

Mrs Smith nodded and bent before the little man. "What's your name?"

"Brendan, he is Brendan." Yvonne replied before he could reply.

"OK, Brendan, did you accompany...

"No. He came here alone." Yvonne addressed once more.

"Really?"

"Yes." Brendan said.

"Alright. Would you come with us to the clinic? You have to get your injury treated so you will not get infected. Okay?"

Brendan nodded and Yvonne grinned. Mrs. Smith drove Brendan to the emergency clinic to the get him treated. She drove him back to his home thereafter. Based on the structure Brendan went into, Mrs Smith could see he came from a truly rich home. Yet for what reason would a well off kid be able to look so...broken? The following day at school, Yvonne ran into Brendan. Turns out he has forever been in her school. However she hasn't, for once, saw him because of his calm nature. From that day forward, they become friends. Their kinship developed and they turned out to be the best of friends. Yvonne assisted Brendan with having an improvement from a messed up rich kid who is tormented all the time to a kid loaded up with bliss who can represent himself. They for all intents and purposes became together. They went to a similar highschool. They sought after a similar dream and went to a similar police academy. Like destiny, they were presented on a similar branch. Their relationship resembles no other.

PRESENT

"Do you know the first thing that came to my mind the second you tossed sand into that kid's eyes?" Brendan asked and Yvonne shook her head.

"I suppose you thought I was cool." Brendan laughed and shook his head.

'Goodness, she's so dumb. Consider the possibility that she gets hurt?' That was what I thought." Brendan sighed and said. "Despite the fact that I met you for the first time, I was worried. The possibility of me getting thumped didn't make me terrified however the thought of you getting injured made my heart shake. It stayed that way through highschool, through college, through police academy." Brendan's voice was at that point temperamental. He kept quiet briefly to recapture himself.

"I don't know whether I'm the only one who feels this way." He proceeded as he stood up, "I can't watch you get injured, Yvonne. This case, this mission, may take your life. I probably won't see you again for the remainder of my life. Do you think I'd be alright? Yvonne I...

He halted when he felt Yvonne fold her arms around his waist from behind. He attempted to turn however Yvonne held him more tight.

"Brendan," she called soothingly. "How could you say that? I also feel as such. I cherish you so much, Brendan. Not getting to see you again too causes my heart to consume but..." Yvonne let go of Brendan as he turned to face her.

"I need to do this."

"Yvonne...

"Yes, I know. I know the danger this is to me. Frankly, I'm additionally terrified but think about the lives that had been taken. Contemplate individuals who lost their dad, their mom, their dearest companions to that beast. Assuming I don't take this upon myself, who will? In the event that nobody stops him, he would kill more. Kill thousands. Brendan, you need to understand me. Understand me as a cop that you are."

Brendan turned away. "I'm sorry, Yvonne, I can't uphold you on this."

"Brendan...

"In any case, what else is there to do? You will have your way without a doubt. You're difficult like that. I don't have any other choice do I?" Yvonne's face illuminated.

"Much thanks Brendan!" She hurled herself on him, nearly making the two of them fall.

"Thanks so much, Brendan." She embraced him more tight and Brendan laughed. He folded his arms around her and said, "I love you, Yvonne. Remember that."

"I will not and I love you as well. You're the best friend ever!"

***

Redmond got off his bicycle and went into the house. He didn't anticipate seeing his boss sitting on the lounge chair in the family room. Venessa also was there, sitting close to her dad.

"Red!" Venessa raced to him and hurled herself on him. This activity was entirely awkward for Redmond. Indeed, he abhorred it.

"Where have you been?" Desmond asked as he took a sip from his beer.

"Out." Red said just and made to leave.

"Out? There must be one specific spot you went to."

Redmond halted following right his statement and said. "If I'm not mistaken, you're my boss, not my father."

Desmond laughed, his laugh before long advanced into giggling. Redmond's arrogance and presumptuous demeanor is no news except for it surprises him each and every time.

"You're right. Anyway, follow me."

Red followed Desmond to his sturdy. Desmond sat at his work area and drew out an earthy colored envelope.

"Here." He extended it to Red.

"What's this?" Red asked as he gathered it.

"The individual who took up your case."

Red plunged his hand into the envelope and drew out the substance. They are pictures of Yvonne.

"A lady?" Redmond said, amazed.

"I was amazed as well. She has a few nerves, wouldn't you say?"

"She does."

Redmond checked out another image and scowled. "She's brunette? I hate brunettes."

"Some other data about her?"

"She's 25, brought up in New York City. She's Korean American. She's single. Word has it that she's an exceptionally solid hearted cop. She tackles any case given to her."

Redmond jeered. "Unfortunately, this would be her last."

He drew out a lighter from his pocket and lit it. He put the photos over the fire and watched it consume. Yvonne Smith, prepare to meet your most exceedingly terrible nightmare.