«Star Shadows» A Night Angel Sequel

CHAPTER II - PURE CHAOS

18th September 2011. 00:50. Pembroke Street. Oxford, England.

Third Person POV.

The bloodied and bruised man was crawling on the floor, trying to get away as soon as he could, but before he could go any further, a boot stepped on his hand, a cracking noise making the man cry in pain.

He was taken by the collar and then dragged across the floor all the way to a wall. The street was empty, no cars, no people, no one was close and before he could even scream, a hand was placed on his mouth, covering it.

-Don't you even think of screaming, because if you do, I'm going to stick my boot in a place where the sun doesn't even shine.- The woman said and just as she removed her hand, the man fought back, landing a punch on her jaw.

Thunder was heard and after a couple of seconds, raindrops started falling rapidly, covering the woman and men fighting in water.

Just as she was about to shoot the man, another came from behind, trying to help his colleague. She felt arms wrapping around her body and pulling her back. She was about to get smashed into the wall, but she lifted her legs and placed them on it, pushing backwards, and at the impulse, she flipped over the man's head, making him double back to then she smashed one of her knees on his back, breaking his spine. The man's limp body fell to the floor.

The moment she heard footsteps on the wet floor coming towards her, she lifted her right fist and landed a punch on the other man, leaving him disoriented. He landed a few punches on her face, busting her lip, making blood drip down her chin along with the raindrops on her face.

When he was about to punch her again, she grabbed his arm and pulled it towards her, then wrapped an arm around his neck, cupping his cheek and with the other hand, she took the side of his head, quickly twisting it, making it snap.

The man's body landed on the floor with a thud.

Sighing heavily, Sophia leaned down and moved the sleeves of their shirts. The triangle of the eye of Morok tattooed on their wrists. She took their weapons and phones.

From the movile of one of the men, she sent a message to the first person that appeared on the text box.

The message received half an hour ago read:

"Inhabilitate target. Confirmation as soon as the task is done."

Sophia read the message and still breathing heavily, she typed an answer.

"Target inhabilitated. Task done."

Just as she finished, she threw both phones on the floor and with her thick heel boots, she smashed them, stepped on them and broke them, making sure they were in pieces, untraceable.

Sophia lifted a hand to her mouth and touched the place where the man had busted her lip. As she started cleaning the blood, she felt someone behind her.

-What are you doing here?.- Sophia asked without turning as she took the guns and placed them on the holsters of her suit.

-You're not gonna ask me how I found you?.- The voice said and Sophia chuckled humorlessly.

-No. I know you know where I've been for the last month. You always do.- Sophia said as she turned to look at the man standing under the rain with her.

His black trench coat was wet, rain sliding down the leather material. His hands were tucked in his pockets and his eye was looking intently at the agent in front of him.

For a small moment, he almost didn't recognize her with the black wig. But as soon as he saw her eyes, he knew she was the same, but now, she was tired. She looked tired, tired of carrying the death of her fiance on her shoulders.