Time Ghost

Chapter 25

The helicopter cabin feels colder than usual. Two persons were leaning to their seats, unconscious and being inspected in profound by Natalie as the woman searches of any evidence inbound. The President looks upon her in puzzled face. To discover of her expertise as a professional gunner has brought him fastened on the spot. She is dangerous and should become a threat for any President in verge of assassination.

Furthermore, none of the frontmen have listened to their dubious engagement. They walked it off as a wall partition separates them from private sector behind. For the two military officers to get concerned, The President must tap on the red button to announce distress upon the rear, from which Marcel Dubois neglects.

It is far-fetched for me to call a support. I have no power against somebody whose capabilities to shut anyone in a quick fashion is a top notch compared to regular soldiers of Naulus. Natalie is a beautiful assassin, perhaps, and her advance was nothing but to allure me into the trap I should have avoided otherwise.

For now, I should maintain good communication with her than to distrust. It would get hurt for me bad if I got stabbed by a slight misunderstanding situation of us two.

“So, when did you learn of that quick-draw shots, Natalie?” The President asked,” Did you have special training of some sort?”

Natalie looks at the President with half-lidded eyes. Instead of giving away an answer to ease off the mind of her employer, the woman sounds reluctant to muster a word for her own remedy. Somber ambience beckons, leaving tongue-tied circumstance to behold in-between two person under the buzzing vibrations of the helicopter rotor.

“Ahem-ahem”

No reply after ten minutes, regardless of how much Marcel Dubois has coughed. Natalie has compiled several underwear from Samantha’s purse and handbags on the floor. She drives into the pocket down her pants for looking after missed items inside, afterwards, and the woman finds another set of red-tinted underwear on the bottom.

“Hey, don’t be too harsh, okay? She’s still my wife. “Marcel Dubois warned.

His personal assistant pays no interest to his notice, even goes more aware upon her actions, and descends to the black-suited personnel’s pocket subsequently. Her light-haired blonde color shimmers within reflections of the afternoon’s sunshine. For a woman that has obtained 185 centimeters in terms of physique, Natalie appears flexible by having herself capable to extend her reach effortlessly.

Natalie wears a silver-colored suit that goes align to the waistline that added an essence of business upon movements on the run. Or else for lessen frictions whilst a sudden terrorist attack occurs. If any forthcoming sentiments arise upon the horizon to jeopardize their schedule in the future, the personal assistant will become a soldier in imminent fashion, therefore efficiency decorates the chest at its finest.

All in all, curiosity could still murder a cat. The President overviews her gesture in detail for the entire picture to amass. Of course, Marcel Dubois do such activities hidden in the bush. He pretends to read a magazine while putting up  a cigar in-between his lips. Sometimes, the Presidents made up a number of his possessions fall off to the ground for another slight peek into her work. It adds to many glances that the President was doing so far.

Natalie concentrates into her errands so much, trivial engagements of the man shows up to be nothing on her shoulder.

She is holding back. I sense mischief, or am I mistaken?

No wonder if a person embraces stillness for an answer to ambiguous query. She smells fraud and prompt to reveal a secret in both hands. Naïve me, I suppose, but I can’t return from it, can I?

~kriek~

Out of the blue, Natalie opens the helicopter window besides her. She racks up the underwear on the red-tinted carpet below their feet and lifted them up to her lap for the next in line .After that, the woman grabs a small box made of silver-colored metals in her hand. She appears to be careless over Marcel Dubois’ prejudice, for the President has kept his eye motions directed to the palm consequently.

“What is that, Natalie?” The President asked. He placed an index finger to the chin,” In my considerations, I guess it’s a customized lighter. Am I correct?” He conjectured. Natalie, on the other hand, showed no response for his following questions and let loose its lid afterwards.

~c***k~

The blonde woman stares at him bold whilst the small box insides revealed. Its eyelet faintly glows in white color when Natalie flicks them opened. A tiny gear is embedded on the edge for means of ignition. Considerable pressure creates resistance, and rough-scale contact promotes friction, therefore the owner’s input by the thumb on top.

~slit-slit~

Her steady approach on the flint wheel instills minuscule impact within the fuse. After numerous shots, a red flame dances above the string as it is accessible to use. Natalie has to swipe them under incendiary materials, or else her efforts will be reproached.

The woman seizes one from the pile and soars it high, then goes wide-eyed to the President across the other side of the seat,” I’m apologize for my heedlessness, Marcel. I have to stay in focus.” She muttered,” Our helicopter is fireproof. That is why I am confident to do this.”

~tick-tick~

Red strips underwear slowly got consumed within the red flame. Its one-line leather frame on the bottom has been seized in a matter of seconds, goes plummeted by the fiery temperature derived from Her blaze. G has been fallen, then thrown away to the outside world for infinite freedom afterwards.