Deadly Target: Force of Nature

Chapter 3 Uninvited Guest

As I drove slowly down the driveway, a gun firmly in my right hand on my lap, looking around at my surroundings, I noticed a car. I went up to a light blue small vehicle. I put my car in park and stepped out, looking around to see if anybody was around. I approached the car with my gun out of sight and tapped on the window while being super observant.

"Ma'am, why in the hell did you bust through my gate and trigger my alarm?" I was calm but angry at the same time. The young woman rolls down the window and looks me up and down.

"You might want to go inside and leave your phone out here. Someone is there waiting for you. You don't need the gun because she is unarmed."

"How did you know I have a gun? You can't see it." I was as cocky as a tiger, and confidence radiated from my aura with supreme shine.

"I know you, Aza. I had no choice but to study you these past few weeks, and you are one of the best. Actually, you are the best."

"How about this, you come in with me, and in case something goes wrong, I can gauge your eyes out while I put my gun down your throat to please myself." I was not joking. This was going to come to an end. I wanted answers, and I was going to get them.

The young lady gasped and reluctantly got out of the car very slowly and proceeded with me to the house. The woman went in first, and I came in behind her, closing the door. We approached the living room, where an older woman sat in my lounge chair, legs crossed like she owns the place.

"What the f**k!! YOU!!!! Sue Flux, or should I say, Samantha Jones."

Samantha just nodded.

Samantha had to be in her late thirties, early forties, dirty blonde hair with gray streaks in it. She was about 5' 7" tall and had a strong jawline, pale skin, athletic build, and blue eyes. Samantha had an innocent-looking face. She looked like she could not hurt a fly. I still had my gun pointed at the younger woman, who resembled the older woman. The smug look on her face pissed me off even more, and I began to get annoyed and wanted answers fast.

"Ok, my trigger finger is getting itchy, and I need to scratch it, so either tell me what the f**k you want, or I will just have to go feed my pigs ahead of schedule."

I raised my gun even higher to hit the younger woman's back of her head. The young woman slowly turned around, looked at me with fear in her eyes, and the older woman just arched an eyebrow looking curious. Oh, this b***h thinks I am playing, I thought.

"Looks like a challenge to me. Ok then. Have it your way." I straightened my arm out, preparing to pull the trigger on the young woman's forehead.

"Ok, my name is Bean, short for Beanice, Beanice Jones. I am Samantha's right hand and daughter." Her voice was shaky and scared.

Wow, she spoke up fast. She is defiantly not in any kind of service involved in torture, I thought. I looked Bean over a little more and noticed that her hair was brown, peach skin, blue eyes, about 5'8" inches tall, and athletic like Samantha. She looked to be a younger version of Samantha.

Samantha just stared at her daughter. "I just wanted to see how far this would go," Samantha stated with a cocky smile.

"Really, I can still shoot her." I lifted the gun again.

"MOM!!" Bean screamed. The girl was starting to shake.

"Oh, Alright," Samantha said in an aspirated voice. "I concede."

"Well, isn't that lovely," I said with a smile. I grabbed Bean and pushed her to where her mother was sitting. "Questions of the day," my gun was still in the position where I could shoot them. "Are you all on a suicide mission? Is life just got bored and decided let's just f**k with the ex-marine, let's see how much she can do?" My voice was cocky and demanding. I wanted answers.

Bean looked into my eyes. "We have information that you need to know, and if you lower your weapon, we can tell you why the hell we are here." You can hear the fear in Bean's voice as she asked me to lower my weapon. "I know what you are capable of. My mother told me that you once killed a man while being handcuffed to a pole naked in the snow. It is important to try and gain your trust FAST."

I lowered my weapon but did not put it away. Bean let out a breath she was holding for a while. I just wanted to get my point across. I don't need a gun.

"Let me inform you that I don't need a gun to do the job. I can just use my hands. I have so many things available at my disposal right here in this room."

It's funny because the living room just looks like a living room. You know, a couch, armchair, loveseat, coffee table with a bowl of fruit, pictures on the wall, and an area rug. Bean looks around and wonders how. I saw the curiosity on her face. I just smiled at her.

"Trust me, you'll be dead in 30 seconds." Her mother shakes her head at this comment and proceeds to reassure me that they mean no harm but are here just to help me and inform me of what's going on. I smiled with a slight shrug of my shoulders. "Ok, let's do this. It's been a weird week, thanks to your mother. Don't make me regret letting you live." I gave them a wave of the hand, telling them to join me as I walked toward the kitchen.