The Source

Part 1

Hello everyone! My name is Miss Mela Habijan and I'll be your narrator throughout this new adventure with Miss Freen and Miss Becky. I decided to leave the life of the Philippines for a bit and found myself immersed in this story so let's get to it shall we?

Chiang Mai, year 2022. It was dark and windy outside compared to the warmth and air of mystery that filled the art gallery that night. Rich guests could be heard chattering along, commenting about the different paintings and how much money they were going to bid for them. Lucky them...I can barely afford my next meal. 

A 35-year-old woman with shocking red hair walked through the crowd deep in thought. I'll give you one guess on who it is. (😉) She was wearing a black blazer long enough to cover her perfectly shaped ass, a white dress shirt, a red necktie that combined with her heels and black trouser pants that defined her shape elegantly. Tucked into the back of her pants was a gun that she carried in case of emergencies, courtesy of The Source. 

She walked a couple of steps and found herself face to face with the painting she was meant to steal. She grinned as she spoke into a tiny microphone that was disguised as a tulip brooch pinned to her blazer and held her phone to her ear as a cover.

"There are four security guards by the front door, one near the bathrooms, two in the corridor and one more by the back exit. They've upped their game since the last time I was here." 

Shelaughed softly and looked at her surroundings. Who would suspect that such anelegant looking woman would have such diabolical plans coming into fruition? 

Miss Freen Sarocha Chankimha is the CEO of Tulip Enterprises. She was born in Bangkok and lived there until she turned 18 years old. The day after her birthday the family was forced to leave Bangkok under the impression that they were moving closer to the university where Freen was going to study, which was partially true, but I know what really happened. I could tell you right now and get it over with, but I want you to enjoy the story first and then I'll add the plot twists and turns. 

Freen was talking to her partner in crime, Nathaniel Jones. Although she refused to see him as a partner. She saw him more like an accessory to compliment her talent.

"Are you sure you can handle things alone tonight? I heard on the police radio that they basically have the place surrounded and nothing has happened yet." 

Nate is kind of a scaredy cat, but his skills are impeccable. Freen had to admit that.

"Are you doubting my skills, Nathaniel? You know I have been doing this longer than you have. I don't need to prove myself to you or anyone." 

Nate joined Freen's team almost four months ago. The Source said that they preferred if Freen had someone else as her backup since she almost got caught last time. If it weren't for her title the police would have never let her go.

"No, miss Freen. I was just saying... Never mind. Remember that you have 90 seconds to replace the real painting with the fake one I already gave you before triggering the backup alarm. Not even the best art collectors in the world can tell the difference between them if I do say so myself."

"I thought we talked about the bragging, Nathaniel."

 She hated that The Source gave him such high praises for the last robbery. She did all of the heavy lifting, but Nate got the compliments. Nate started bragging about it after that to the point where Freen took out the gun that she rarely used and pointed the barrel straight to the middle of his forehead causing him to whimper. She warned him that if he said one more word about it, she would make sure that was the last time anyone ever heard him speak. If I'm honest I wouldn't mind if Freen showed me a thing or two...🫢