TWISTED ANGLE

NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS

TWO DAYS LATER

AVA's POV

I walked into my apartment, exhausted and tired, I go to shower immediately. It has been a long day. We had to work extra since two of the team member are not available. John has been murdered and Elly took two days off, probably to clear her head, grieve or find closure or do whatever a person does when they just lost someone they love and care deeply about. Too bad I don't have someone I love and care deeply about.

We had been working on catching a mole in the bureau who has been feeding a terrorist group who were holding nine FBI agent hostage, intels. We finally found the mole today and rescued the agents. Simply put, we solved the case. The deputy director decided we would start working fully on catching John's killer tomorrow and hopefully find a replacement for him.

I dressed up, it only quarter pass six. The day isn't over yet. I need to buy some food stuff from the grossary store.

I got to the store in less than ten minutes and bought all I needed to and came back home. I am too tired to cook right now, so I am going back outside to a restaurant not far from my apartment. I finished eating there half past seven. Am leaving, heading home when I bumped into a guy who didn't seem to be watching where he was going.

"Watch where you're going mister" I yelled using one of the most serious tone and face I have. And by the way he is reacting, it looks like it worked.

"Umh..am so sorry miss" he apologised.

"Whatever" I said trying to be as rude as possible. Not for any particular reason but I just like being mean to strangers I see on the road, especially the opposite s*x. It an old habit I find hard to get rid of.

"Am Jeremy. Jeremy cavill" the not so bad looking guy said. "What yours ? " he added which got me pissed.

"I don't care what your name is and am certainly not going to tell you mine" I blasted.

"Hey! Cool down girl, am just trying to be friendly" Jeremy said.

"Ofcourse you are. You people always are " I said sarcastically. Maybe am being a little too rude to this dude, I mean, he hasn't really done anything wrong. You know what ? f**k it. They all are the same. They act nice at first and later you see their true colours.

"I get it now. You're not angry because I bumped into you"

"Not that I care but just out of curiosity. Why do you think am angry ?" I asked.

"I think you just have a history with men. So you find it hard to trust them or in my case, be nice to them"

"Wow! What a nice theory" I said about to leave "if only it is true" I addded before going away.

As I was walking on the road, I thought to myself, if only this Jeremy guy knew how right he was about me, and who knows ? Perhaps, he does.

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ANSEL's POV

Any good lawyer, doctor, hacker or detective has to be brilliant and very intelligent. The same applies to serial killers. Well, atleast the ones that don't wanna get caught.

To the public, I plan to be a serial killer but actually, am just a man out to get revenge.

The agency I worked for has a group of people they call the 'bourds'. They are all over every department in the agency and the department I worked in was no execption. They have eight(8) members but soon, it going to be zero(0). The bourds are incharge of making decisions for each of the various department. They decide what and what not to do with the act of voting. The majority wins. And if there is a tie, it is usually broken by the leader.

In the agency, if you're not up to sixty five(65) years if age, you won't be allowed to retire. But I was only forty seven(47) when I left the agency. Ofcourse they didn't like it but they let me go after i threatened to do something that would ruin the organisation.

I had worked for the agency for twenty five(25) years so I knew they wouldn't just let me go like that. I knew they were going to come for me, it was only a matter of time. No one has ever retired before the age of sixty five without getting killed. So I knew my funeral was not far ahead.

What I didn't know was that they also planned to kill my entire family. That was when they crossed the line.

They were succesfull, atleast, almost. They killed my wife and kids and me, only that somehow, I survived a bullet to the chest. Now it time for payback.

In return, I have killed the corrupt FBI agent they sent to do the job and now am coming for the bourds, all eight of them.

They took all I had, my wife and kids, so now i've got nothing to lose. I will kill them one by one Till i've crossed the eight names on my list. I really don't care about anything anymore apart from killing those sons of a b***h. I don't care if I die or get caught but one thing is certain;

Am going to make damn sure I kill every one of the bourds even if it is the last thing I'll ever do.