Gunpoint Avenue

Chapter 16: This isn't over!

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

This is the 20th time that my house phone has been called. Lord knows how many times my mobile phone has been dialed. I'm isolating myself from the outside world. After my public retirement, I need time to myself and not let anyone or anything get to me.

I have my TV off because I know the media is replaying my retirement, causing more unnecessary drama. I don't want to check any social media sites because I know people will slander my name. There is no doubt in my mind that people are blaming me for everything going wrong. Accusing me of hurting the child, killing Jack Kalu, and ruining WOA.

I don't have time for any negativity. Right now, I'm chilling on my sofa. Music is playing in the background. The song I'm listening to is "Temporary" by Ella Vos. I love listening to relaxing music that has a good message about it. It keeps me at a calm state of mind. "Temporary" is a about a woman who faces hardships in her life, but she knows that those problems are not permanent. I needed to hear that, because I'm tired of thinking or witnessing terrible things. I want everything to go back. If not, at least, something better.

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

The phone continues to ring. Distracting me from being in a calm state of mind. I could unplug the phone and turn off my phone, but I don't want to do that just in case a real emergency happens. Even though I retired of being a spy, I still care about the safety of people.

Getting off of the sofa to lower the volume of the music. Listen to all the voice messages I received. Sitting on the sofa again, because I know it's a lot. Paying close attention to every word said to me.

"How far? Just wanted to check on you to see if you are doing well. I'm so sorry about Agent Graves. He be mumu. Yawa don gas..." I pause her message to laugh. I'm laughing because Seni called Agent Graves a fool and he caused trouble. Seni always finds a way to put me in a good mood. Her Nigerian Pidgin language is nice to hear as well. I continue playing her message.

I hear her laughing, which made me laugh harder. "Let's forget about that foolish boy, I just want to tell you that I respect whatever you decide to do with your life. Deep down, I want you to stay at WOA. But if this is messing with your mental state, it's best to move on.

The only reason why I'm staying because it gave me the confidence I always needed. Yes, it's scary, I will admit that. There were a lot of times I feared for my life. But that doesn't take away from the fact that it helps me stay strong physically and mentally every day. Before becoming an agent, I was shy and used to let anyone take advantage of me. Now, I'm stronger than I was before."

Pausing the voicemail again. Tears of joy are coming, it feels amazing seeing the confidence from Seni. I was the first person who talked to her in the agency, trained her, and befriended her.

I'm glad that she opened up about her past because she rarely mentioned it to me. Even all those times I was training her, she mostly focused on the spy stuff and not her personal life.

The only thing she mentioned to me is that she is Nigerian, specifically Yoruba. Her family are living at Lagos, Nigeria right now. She came to New York by herself to study and train to become a spy agent. I'm proud of the progress that she made so far. She still got a lot to learn, but she's carrying herself well.

I'm going to let her message finish. I need to know what else she said.

"I can't believe I almost forgot to tell you, but you are my hero. You taught me everything I needed to know how to stay physically and mentally strong as a spy. You're a great friend. Whenever I feel weak or sad, you're always there to help. I can talk to you about anything. So I need to thank you. Whatever decision you decide to make with your life, I will support you all the way. Take care of yourself, love you Dawn!" She says to me.

Hearing everything she said made me feel tears of joy. She is a wonderful person. I don't know what I would do without her and vice versa. I wish her the best. I hope she rises up the ranks and takes my spot as group leader, that would be a perfect position for her.

I'm going to play the rest of the messages to see if there's any vital information people want to say to me.

"Hello Agent Dawn, this is Agent Snipe. Hope you're doing well. I'm so sorry about what happened. I made sure that Agent Graves will never step foot back to our agency. We don't accept people who badmouth everyone and brings negativity. Enough about him, I just want to tell you that you are always welcome back to our agency. I know you're retired, but if you ever decide to come back, I will welcome you in open arms. Take care!" He says.

I'm glad to hear him voice message me. He's always had my back from the very moment he laid eyes on me. I have a lot of respect for him. Running a spy agency is tough and dangerous, but he manages to keep his cool and make the right decisions. I'm thankful for him.

I don't know if I should come back working as a spy, since it is mentally exhausting. But it's nice of him that he would welcome me back to the agency.

Before I could listen to more messages, I get a hard knock on my door. Wondering who would be knocking on my door at this time, it's 9pm. It can't be Agent Seni or Agent Snipe since they just left me a voicemail. I doubt it's anyone from the WOA, since they are busy.

Getting off my sofa to check who is knocking. Checking the peephole to see who is standing at my apartment door and there's no one in my view. My suspicion rises, for my safety, I grab my taser from my kitchen counter just in case someone tries to sneak attack me. As a used to be spy, I have to stay alert at all costs even at the comfort of my apartment.

Slowly opening the door. Peeking my head through the cracks, looking both sides and see no one in sight. The only thing I see is a piece of paper. I get back inside my apartment and grab gloves to wear. I don't want to touch a random item that a stranger left me. That person may have planted something deadly in the paper, so I'm taking caution with this.

Opening my door again, double checking if anyone is in the hallways. There's no one in sight again. Picking up the paper, opening it up to read it. Covering my mouth, trying to hide the gasp, so that I won't cause a commotion in my apartment. The paper has a chilling message reading, "This isn't over!" with blood marks on it.