All the way to Itzel's homeland, the woman remained silent, didn't say a word. Narin tried not to pay attention to it, she guessed that her companion had to fight many battles in her head right now. Surely she was rethinking how it should look like, but whether everything will go according to plan is another matter.
While Martinez drove, Narin sat in the passenger seat, leaning her elbow against the window and looking out at the view.
Several hours passed, they slowly arrived at the place, and then Vazquez decided to break the silence. The mulatto turned down the radio that played all their way, then sighed and looked at her companion.
"You have a plan, don't you? " She asked looking at her. "You just mentioned something earlier, but you didn't share it with me. "
"I have. " She replied without taking her eyes off the road.
The black-haired girl waited a moment and then waved her hand.
"So? Will you tell me or not? "
"I'll just go in there and kill Amaia."
"And that's it? "
"Mm. " Martinez nodded.
The assassin stared at her for a moment in disbelief.
"You're kidding? "
"No. " She replied and this time looked at her beloved. "I know this house by heart. I know where the cameras are, what security they have."
"But a lot has changed in your absence. " Mulatto said.
"Parents don't like such changes. They always stay on their own. "
Vazquez sighed.
"But your anonymous client must've mentioned something to you about this house, right?" She looked at the black assassin.
"Yes. " She replied, still focused on driving the car. "Only new passwords will help, I have everything in the documents. I don't know where my client got them, but if he doesn't ask questions, neither will I. And you don't have to deal with it either. "
Narin felt like she was about to come out of herself.
"I went with you. " She said, trying to sound as normal as possible. "Am I supposed do nothing but watch? Follow you like... "
"Yes. " Woman interrupted her. "Just stay with me." She looked at Narin. "I'll take care of the rest."
"And security? " Mulatto asked.
"They have pores for the changes. We'll use it to get inside."
"And the cameras? " She continued.
"Narin. " Itzel looked at the assassin. "Just trust me, can you?"
Vazquez fell silent at these words. The mulatto sighed and leaned back against the seat and the window again. She didn't respond to her companion's words, but focused her eyes and mind on something else entirely.
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Later they arrived and everything happened as Itzel said. The fact that the woman knew the place inside out made their task much easier and faster. The women slowly crept inside. So far, they have only had to stun one bodyguard, and after a few minutes they also reached the place where Martinez's target was supposed to be. What surprised the black woman the most was that her sister was in her old bedroom, Itzel's room. As it turned out, everything was in its place, and a thin black woman was sitting on her former bed. Her back was turned to them, but she knew someone was behind her.
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Assassin's Tears (ENG)
ActionFor her, race, personality, education, work, it all do not matter. For her, every single person is just an ordinary human. Nothing matters, not even age. For her, every person is a human... a human that she will kill. Narin Vazquez is a professional...