Gunpoint Avenue

Prologue: Praying before killing

Ring... Ring... Ring...

My phone keeps on ringing, disrupting the slumber I am having. Slowly forced myself off the bed, yawning and stretching my body. Grabbing the phone that is charging on the counter to check who is calling. The caller ID is from John Boston or his code name, Agent Snipe. I pick up the phone and hold it next to my right ear.

"How did you rest Agent Dawn?" He asks, speaking with his naturally deep voice.

"I slept just fine. You do know you don't have to call me by my code name all the time." I replied, chuckling as I walk to the bathroom.

"I know. I like referring to you as Agent Dawn than just Dawn. It rolls off the tongue nicely." He laughs, rolling my eyes at his foolishness. But I'm used to his fun and ridiculous sense of humor.

"You're so foolish!" I snicker and he laughs back. "But let's get serious, what's going on? Why did you call me at 6 am?" I ask. Grabbing my toothbrush and toothpaste to brush my teeth.

"Our agency finally tracked down the guy that has been kidnapping people and holding them at gunpoint." He reveals.

"How did you find him? What information did you get?" Asking more questions. Spitting out the paste, double-checking in the mirror if my teeth are clean. There are no dirty spots, so I begin using mouthwash.

"We used our technology team to set up a hi-tech miniature drone to seek out his next kidnapping. At 5:45 am, he kidnapped a woman going to work. We couldn't identify who he was since he had a ski mask, black hoodie, and gloves on. But he is tall and muscular. He was holding a pistol on him. He was driving a blue Hyundai Elantra." He reveals more information.

I have never seen someone kidnap a person during the daytime. Usually, all the kidnapping happens at night, so it won't be easy to spot. But this guy doesn't care. Those are the types of dangerous individuals when they don't have anything to lose and commit crimes at any time of the day.

"I can't believe he did that in broad daylight. Did you identify the woman?" I curiously ask.

"Yes, she is Rosalia Sanchez. Lived in New York throughout her life, is married with three kids, and works in retail. She is 45 years of age, 5'6" in height, 201 pounds, brown hair, and her heritage is from Spain. She was wearing brown pants with a red shirt and a velvet jacket. She was driving a gray Honda Civic." He describes. Without even looking at her, she seems nice and wholesome. Can't believe some random guy had to ruin her day.

"Did the drone follow his location?" I ask, needing to know the concrete details. Getting done taking care of my teeth. Now, I begin turning on my shower.

"He keeps his kidnapped victims at an abandoned building in East Bronx, New York. There is no one else in sight." He finally says crucial information that I needed to hear.

"When should we strike?" I ask.

"The crew and I are coming to get you in 10 minutes since the place is thirty minutes away from where you live." He says.

"10 minutes?! I barely get time to take a shower." My eyes are wide when he said that and my voice pitch went up. "But it's alright, I will get ready as fast as I can. See you in ten!" I tell him with a relaxed tone now.

"See you," he says as he hangs up. I put my phone aside on the bathroom counter.

Feeling somewhat surprised at the moment, since it's rare for a mission to start so soon before getting ready. But that is what happens when you become a spy, you never know when a mission is going to happen. Plus, no good spy would miss a perfect opportunity to defeat bad guys and save innocent civilians.

Since I only have 10 minutes to get ready, I decide to take a good two-minute shower. I don't want to smell bad while on a mission. Then, I took another two minutes to dry up my body and hair. One minute to moisturize my skin, two minutes to find my clothes and wear them, two minutes to grab my spy gear, and one minute to eat a quick granola bar and drink water so that my stomach won't be upset at me.

Usually, it takes me a good twenty or thirty minutes to complete my morning routine. I didn't even put makeup on. But I had to improvise and do whatever I can in a short amount of time.

There is one more thing that I had to do before they come to pick me up and that is pray. I know it's odd for any spy to pray before a mission, especially since the outcome might be someone dying. But I've always been faithful to the highest. Ever since I decided to become a spy, prayer helped me ease any nerves or fears I had. I pray to the lord anytime a mission is about to happen no matter how big or little it turns out.

Walking towards my bed and get on my knees. Placing my elbows right on the bed and using the universal sign of prayer to begin praying.

"Dear lord heaven almighty, please be by my side as I got another mission coming up real soon. Protect my body, mind, and soul; don't let anything tragic happen to me, my crew, or any of the victims. I know you are against killing, I'm going to try my best not to kill anyone. But if the kidnapper tries anything, I have to end his life. Please forgive me as I'm only doing this to protect innocent people and make the world a better place.

Thank you for always listening to my prayers. I can't wait to see you one day and be up in heaven. In the name of the father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. Amen!"

I get done with my prayer. As soon as I am finished, I hear my phone going off. The caller ID is from John again.

"We're here," He tells me. Looking outside my window to see if it was true. There's a black BMW X6 with tinted windows parked next to my apartment. That is them since our agency uses black cars for missions to hide from enemies. Plus the headlights are blinking, confirming it is them. Grabbing all my gear as I head out for today's mission. Locking my apartment door. Hopefully, my prayers don't go in vain.