Bullet Train to Murder | ONC novella ✓

7 | double trouble

Molly took a deep breath as she dialed the number. Her heart raced with anticipation, unsure of what to expect on the other end of the line.

After several rings, the call finally connected, and she held her breath as she waited for a response.

"Hello?" A raspy voice crackled through the line, faint and distant.

"Mr. Bingo?" Molly's voice was steady, though she could feel the tension coiling in her chest.

There was a moment of silence before Mr. Bingo responded, his voice strained and muffled. "Who's this?"

"It's Molly," she replied, her grip tightening on the phone. "We need to talk."

There was a rustling on the other end of the line, followed by a sharp intake of breath. "Molly? Is that really you?"

Molly frowned, sensing something off in Mr. Bingo's tone. "Yes, it's me. What's going on? Where are you?"

"I-I don't know," Mr. Bingo stammered, his voice tinged with panic. "I woke up in a dark room, and I have no idea how I got here."

Molly's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean, you don't know? Did someone take you?"

"I think so," Mr. Bingo replied, his voice trembling. "I must have been knocked out or something. I don't remember anything."

A chill ran down Molly's spine as she processed Mr. Bingo's words. Could he be telling the truth? Or was this just another one of his mind games?

"Listen, Mr. Bingo," she said, her voice firm. "I need you to focus. Do you see anything around you? Any clues that could help us figure out where you are?"

There was a moment of silence before Mr. Bingo spoke again, his voice strained with effort. "I-I can't see much. It's too dark. But I can hear voices outside. I think I'm in some sort of warehouse."

Molly's mind raced with possibilities as she tried to make sense of the situation. If Mr. Bingo was telling the truth, then he was in serious danger. And if she didn't act fast, she might never get the answers she was looking for.

"Stay calm, Mr. Bingo," she said, her voice steady despite the panic rising inside her. "I'm going to find you. Just hold on."

As Molly hung up the phone, her mind raced with a sense of urgency. She knew she had to act fast if she wanted to find Mr. Bingo before it was too late. With determination burning in her veins, she quickly grabbed her keys and dashed out the door.

Outside, the air was cool and crisp, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of freshly cut grass and distant traffic. Molly wasted no time as she hurried to her bicycle, its sleek frame gleaming in the afternoon sunlight.

With a swift motion, she swung her leg over the seat and settled into position, her heart pounding with adrenaline as she set off down the street. The familiar rhythm of the pedals beneath her feet was like a comforting heartbeat, driving her forward with a sense of purpose.

As she rode, Molly's senses were heightened, every sound and movement around her magnified in intensity. The world blurred past in a whirl of colors and shapes, the scenery a blur as she focused solely on the task at hand.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, a signal that she was getting closer to her destination. With renewed determination, Molly pushed herself harder, her muscles burning with exertion as she raced against the clock.

Finally, she arrived at the location, a sprawling warehouse looming ominously before her. Without hesitation, Molly dismounted her bike and approached the entrance, her senses on high alert as she scanned the area for any sign of danger.

Molly's heart raced as she stood on the precipice of her next daring move. She glanced around the dimly lit alleyway, feeling the weight of the night pressing in on her. The narrow passage felt like a labyrinth, each twist and turn filled with unseen dangers and hidden truths waiting to be uncovered.

With a determined glint in her eye, Molly took a deep breath and stepped forward, her footsteps echoing off the cold brick walls. She had always been drawn to the thrill of pushing boundaries, of skirting the line between what was legal and what was necessary for justice to prevail. And tonight, as she embarked on this clandestine operation, she knew that she was about to test those boundaries like never before.

As she moved further into the shadows, Molly could hear the faint sound of voices up ahead. The adrenaline surged through her veins, urging her to press on despite the risks. She knew that what she was about to do was dangerous, perhaps even foolhardy.

But she had made a promise, a vow to right the wrongs that had been plaguing her city for far too long. The whispers of corruption and greed had seeped into every corner of their society, infecting even those who were meant to uphold the law. Molly clenched her fists, her resolve hardening with each step she took.

Finally, she reached a nondescript door at the end of the alleyway. This was it – the entrance to the belly of the beast, where the mastermind behind all the chaos was said to reside. With a steady hand, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a set of lockpicks, expertly maneuvering them within the lock.

As she emerged from her hiding spot, her presence sending shock through the group, she knew that her fate was sealed. But for Molly, there was no turning back. The mission was clear: protect the innocent, confront the guilty, and restore justice to a city in turmoil.

The figure standing before her radiated an air of authority, his eyes narrowing with a mix of surprise and hostility. Molly held her head high, unflinching in the face of danger as she spoke with unwavering conviction.

"You have terrorized this city for far too long," she declared, her voice cutting through the tense silence like a blade. "Your reign of corruption ends here and now."

The criminal mastermind sneered, his arrogance barely concealing the flicker of fear in his eyes. "You think you can stop me, little girl? I am untouchable, unstoppable. You are nothing but a mere nuisance."

But Molly was undeterred, her determination shining like a beacon in the darkness. With a swift motion, she lunged forward, engaging in a fierce battle that crackled with intensity. Each blow struck was met with unyielding resolve, every tactic countered with calculated precision.

After long a man emerged from the shadows, with a sinister smile playing on his lips. His voice sliced through the silence like a blade. "Long time no see, my dear."

Word Count: 1095

another day, another chapter, yay!

Mr. Bingo is in trouble, could there be more to him than he lets on? Who could possibly be these group of bandits?

So many unanswered questions, waiting to be unfolded 🧐

What are your theories so far? How do you like the chapter? Let me know in the comments!

cheers,
sara <3