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01| Mission: possible

L I L I T H   O R T I Z

"Directly upstairs. You will find him in his room." The operator instructs me through the earpiece. Stepping into the elevator, I hum along to the low elevator music, running my fingers along my cheekbones, stretching the skin upwards, wishing I hadn't ate that much food over the weekend.
That's a lie; I love food.

The elevator door bings and I continue humming a low tune as I wander out, sauntering along the marble floor with my heels clicking behind me, announcing my arrival. I set foot in the masculinity induced apartment and discreetly allocate the bedroom with a quick scan of the area. My silencer slides out from beneath my leather coat and I stealthily make my way towards the door.

I peep an eye through the gap of the slightly ajar door, to see no one there. I roll my eyes, hearing his fast-paced breathing from behind the door- something a lot of people do, it's a weakness of theirs. Like gosh, have you never watched a horror movie in your life? Hold. Your. Breath.

I slowly creak the door open, walking in and allowing him to make his first move. Just as I thought, the man attacks me from behind, locking me into a chokehold.

My arms wrap around his head and I use full force to flip him over my head, releasing me from his grip as he grunts in pain, smashing against the glass coffee table. He quickly picks himself up and grabs the closest thing to him, which seems to be a plant, and throws it at me. My hand hits it out of the way before I run at him, pushing him to the ground. Straddling him, now it's my turn to choke him.

His hand stretches across the white floor planks, trying to reach for my gun which was at the side. He successfully grabs it and attempts to shoot. Before he manages to do so, I whack the gun out of his hand, proceeding to choke him with one hand as my other reaches out for the gun.

He's quick to use my loosened strength to his advantage, grabbing my remaining hand off his neck and pushing me over to the side. It causes me to roll down onto the shattered glass from the table.
He's quick to crawl towards the gun, standing up and pointing it at me.

Rule number one: Let them think they've won.

I get up off of the floor, "Now now, Mr Rodríguez, there is no need for that." I drawl, lifting my hands in surrender. "Miss Ortiz, I told you, you'd never outsmart me." A prideful grin spreads across his face.

Rule number two: Give them the higher ground; let their ego blind them.

"Mr Rodríguez, let's talk it out. Woman to man. Killing me will do not good."

He smirks at my words, clearly jolly happy he's finally been able to 'overpower' me. My eyes flick to the trigger, waiting to see his finger loosen just slightly. That would gain me half a second, allowing me to disarm him with ease.

Rule number three: Be swift.

His index finger loosens on the trigger and I take that as my queue to swiftly and strategically run at him, bending his thumb back, causing him to let go of the gun. My quick reflexes allow me to catch the gun with my other hand, turning it and facing it towards him with a firm grip. He wastes no time and runs out of the room, grabbing anything on the way and throwing it in my direction.

Okay, his coordination is extremely off, he misses every single time. Oh never mind, a cactus just hit my shoulder- prick.

I focus my aim on his head as I run after him, keeping the gun strained on him. I sturdy my hands, continuing the chase down the stairs now. I release my shot after I capture a perfect, clear opportunity.