New Turns

1

Irina

Usually, I didn't enjoy killing. Today, however, that would be different.

I sprinted down the hallway at a brisk pace, the gun in my hand aiming at everything in front of me. Every single movement had to be silent or they would hear me coming. You could go crazy in these corridors. The walls were painted a bright yellow, a red carpet covered the floor, and there was a small lamp between each door. Everything looked the same. And as if that wasn't enough to drive me insane, it smelled of carpet cleaner everywhere.

Well after I would be done here, the staff was going to need a lot of this stuff. I slowly reached the end of the hallway and slowed my steps to carefully peek around the corner. Four men were standing a few meters away in front of his suite.

"I took care of the cameras, you have five minutes before they notice it," Isi told me over the small microphone in my ear. Five minutes would be more than enough to take care of the few brain-dead hunks.

I bent down and pulled a knife out of my black boot. Once again I made sure of how the men were positioned. Two on the right and two on the left. I took a short breath and hurled the knife in my left hand between the eyes of the man on the far right. Blood gushed from his wound while the other three just stared in utter shock as his lifeless body fell to the ground. Before either of them would react, I quickly darted around the corner and fired two bullets through the skull of the next guard. The two who were still left quickly tried to grab their guns and I used the brief moment to put a bullet through the knee of the guy who was closest to me.

He cried out in pain and instantly collapsed. His buddy didn't seem interested in him one bit and tried to get me with one shot after the other. While I was still sprinting to avoid his bullets as much as possible, I aimed my gun at him and pulled the trigger. A split second later, the bullet pierced his head and his pistol slipped from his hand.

I took a deep breath, finished off the last man who was lying on the ground with tears in his eyes because of his shot knee and pulled my beloved knife out of the first corpse. There's no way I would leave my favorite here.

Instead of searching the soldiers for the key to the suite, I made it easy on myself and smashed the lock. He probably heard the shots, so why be quiet?

"Boss, change of plans. More Guards are on their way. You have to get out," fucking shit. We double-checked how many guards he had with him today and I thought I already took care of all of them in the past ten minutes. It didn't matter now though. We had to take the chance to take him out, otherwise, we wouldn't be able to get to him that easily again.

"I'll be fine," I informed her, ignoring the queasy feeling in my stomach. I slowly pushed the door aside and held my gun in front of me. The suite was completely blacked out. No light was on. The almost dead fire in the fireplace at the back of the room was the only source of light. I silently crept past the entrance and checked the bathroom right next to it. Nobody was inside. My legs continued to move toward the living room, which was furnished in a very minimalistic way. The whole suite looked minimalistic. A large black leather sofa with a red armchair next to it, in front of it a round glass table, a green carpet and the large marble fireplace on the wall, in which the last sparks of warm fire slowly disappeared. Whoever chose this furniture should have a medical examination. Only a sick psycho would choose something like that for an apparent luxurious suite.

And a sick psycho was hiding around here somewhere. The thought of what I was about to do to him already filled me with anticipation. He was going to wish he had never gotten on my radar. I turned to the right where huge white double doors marked the entrance to the master bedroom. Any bet Pablo Diaz was behind it. That bastard was about to learn what it was like to suffer. He had done horrible things. Unforgivable terrifying things. Kidnapped Women and children, raped and sold them. Impregnated some of them and then stabbed them in the stomach so they and the baby wouldn't survive. He belonged to the worst. He didn't deserve to live.