𝐆𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 (𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙! 𝐟𝐟)

𝙲𝙷. 𝟸 ☯︎︎ 𝙴𝚗𝚍

A/N: For this and future chapters, there will be some phrases that are not in English and will have (*) following them. You can find the translations for these phrases at the very end of the chapter. Ty!

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♊︎Years 5067, Month 4, Day 6, Time 8:30 pm♊︎

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"Hetmon, I swear if you don't give me the damn address to drop this crap off, I'm gonna take your stupid drone and shove it up your—!"

"Alright, alright!" The man on the other end of her earpiece tries to calm her down, fearing the anger that can be felt even with the distance between them. "I'm trying here!"

"Well, then try harder! I'm about to be hit!" The girl snaps back, looking over her shoulder at the duffel bag that's resting neatly on the back of her electric motorcycle. It currently hides the precious case with the glass vials containing the drug she was sent to retrieve.

Apparently, walking back out to the banquet hall with blood splattered all over her clothes and a briefcase in her hands was too conspicuous and controversial for the guests' taste. But it wasn't until Montebello's and Greenberg's bodies were found that the security teams actually started to peruse her.

With what little time she had to hide the case and flee on her motorbike, she didn't even have the chance to change into her extra pair of clothes— only managing to rip off her heels which are now dangling from one of the bikes handles.

Multiple rounds of gunshots go off behind her and soon enough she can hear the sound of the bullets ricocheting off of her means of transportation. The bullets are bound to destroy her motorbike but she's forced to lay low so that she won't get hit either.

"Hey, don't be so reckless! Take care of my stuff!" The man she's partnered with whines when he realizes that his precious bike is being bombarded with bullets, but she's forced to ignore the comment or else she would've been hit by them.

She figures that's she's going to have to shoot at the other motorcyclists chasing after her, so she puts her electrical motorcycle on autopilot for the meantime, pulling the duffel bag into her lap to retrieve the extra things she packed for the mission.

"HETMON!" She orders again, irritated by the typing sound of his keyboard in her ear.

"I'm getting there!" He shushes her. Adding that to the incessant rain of bullets being unleashed on her, it only rouses her fury further.

Grunting out of frustration, she digs into her duffel bag, pulling out her .9mm Glock and loading it with practiced ease. She turns her body to face the 5 men chasing after her, weaving between the cars and other obstacles on the street to get to her.

Aiming it expertly at one of the men's heads, she waits until the guy behind him falls directly in line, taking a deep breath as the second's tic by and finally applying pressure at just the right time to shoot them both at once.

The bullet sails through the air gracefully, plunging through the first man's head and then the next, killing them instantly. She smirks at her expert marksmanship, too riled up by the kill to notice the man that was pulling up next to her.

As she watches the dead bodies roll onto the concrete, she barely catches the dark figure getting close out of the corner of her eye. Barely managing to snatch her duffel bag out of the way, she groans when the man rams his motorcycle against hers, scraping her leg.

Cursing under her breath, she notices the large fuel truck that's currently about to cross the intersection and she's barreling towards it on her bike at full speed. She'll be screwed if she doesn't make a move quickly.