Treachery Affair

Standing before the mirror in a spacious room, is a figure dressed in a black buttoned-down leather jacket, a pair of black leather pants was fitted on her body, a pair of black leather boots were fitted on her legs, and finally, a mask was covering her face, making her identity anonymous, but anyone could tell from her body shape that she was a lady.

She stared intently at the mirror, her deep blue ocean eyes were visible through the mask she was wearing, which covered all of her face except for her beautiful eyes. Her hair was packed in a ponytail.

She sighed softly then turned around and walked over to the closet in the room then threw it open revealing a pair of tactical hand gloves laying there. She picked it up and wore it in her hands, before walking back to the mirror and picking up two pistols that were laying on the dresser. She let loose the zipper of her jacket, revealing a bulletproof jacket worn inside it, and she pushed the gun into the pocket.

Taking one glance at her reflection, she picked her black face cap which was lying on the dresser, and wore it over her head, covering her face completely before she finally stormed out of the room, going to God knows where.

Walking through the hallway, the sound of her ringing phone came on, and without bothering to take it out from wherever it was, she pressed the Bluetooth fixed in her ear.

“Thirty minutes to go, everything is ready,” The masculine voice came on from the other end, and she nodded as if whoever it was could see her.

“Copied!” She said on the phone, as she didn’t stop walking briskly. The call finally disconnected, and she pushed the door of a room open, revealing the stairs out of the small room, which happened to be a basement.

Stepping out of the basement, she closed the passage and adjusted her jacket before walking through the hallway heading to the exit door of a very small dirty looking living room. Storming out of the small house, she was welcomed by the sight of trees. This is how she had always lived her life, she lives alone in a log cabin in the woods, which nobody knows of, that’s why she hasn’t been caught in all these years. Her identity is unknown because she has always been on a mask all the years.

She climbed down the wooden stairs that leads to where her power bike was parked, and getting to the place, she removed her face cap and hung it on her jacket before picking up the helmet which was hanging on the bike, and wearing it.

“Mission starts.” Her feminine voice came on and with that, she hopped on the bike and ignited it before speeding through the woods, not minding that it was filled with trees, and she might run into one. Of course, she’s skilled at what she does, so that’s not something to worry about.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

As she sped through the dark woods, her cycling lights brightened the way ahead, making her see clearly.

After driving for a few more minutes, she finally stormed out to the roadway, and stopped the bike abruptly, her eyes piercing into space intently like she was trying to see through the dark. Seconds ticked into minutes before she finally ignited the motorbike and sped away.

After driving for twenty minutes, she finally took a route which leads through the woods, and after a ten minutes drive, she got to the warehouse, where a truck was parked right in front, with some men in black loading the truck with cartons.

“You’re finally here.” The supervisor of the men loading the truck said as he walked over to the masked lady, who was now standing beside her motorbike while holding her helmet.

“Yeah.” She replied simply, not sparing him a glance. Anyone could tell that she was maintaining a straight face even with her face masked.

“Boss…, we’re done.” One of the men said getting the attention of the supervisor.

“Alright… I’ll take it from here.” The man said to the masked lady, before going to hop onto the driver’s seat of the truck.

She glanced at her wristwatch and sighed softly then put on her helmet before hopping on the motorbike.

“I’ll clear the way.” She said before turning on the ignition and speeding into the thick woods, while the truck followed her. After riding for a few minutes, she stormed out to the roadway, but stopped her bike abruptly, as she was welcomed by the shock of her life, the cops already surrounded the area, all waiting for them.

“Shit!” She cursed under her breath, as she glanced back at the cops behind her, holding out their guns threateningly, then to her front where some cops were standing pointing guns at them too.

The driver of the truck sighed angrily, as he stopped the truck.

She pressed the Bluetooth in her ear.

“Don’t worry about anything, I got it all covered. The truck is armed, you got nothing to worry about.” She said to the truck driver on the Bluetooth, her gaze not leaving the cops.

“Drop your weapons!” The leader of the cops said, and she scoffed silently.

“In your dreams.” She said sarcastically, but not to their hearings.

“When I count to three, after me. One… two… three!” She commanded, and before the cops could react, she ignited the motorbike then set it in motion and dived in the air, landing on her feet, which now had a skating shoe.

“Now let get this done with.” She said, as she swiftly took out her two guns from her jacket, firing at the cops, who didn’t stop firing at her too.

Meanwhile, her motorbike didn’t stop speeding on its own, and the cops found themselves running out of the way to avoid being hit by it.

Skating on the roadway, while firing at the cops making way for the truck who kept speeding regardless of the bullets that kept firing at it. She dived in the air and landed on the top of the truck which was speeding crazily, and as soon as it caught up with her bike, she dived from the truck and sat directly on her bike, but gasped as something shut through her arm, it was a bullet…