Criminal Detective

What Winners Look Like

Claire, Natasha, and Samuel headed upstairs with a bunch of others behind them.

After they had shot the guy they found downstairs, Samuel shared everyone into groups and appointed a position for each.

A group to search and hold the position downstairs so that no one came in or went out.

A group to hold the middle level of the apartment.

And, his group who would infiltrate the upper level.

As they ascended the stairs slowly, Claire heard the sound of a lady crying. Her hands squeezed her gun tightly and she turned to Samuel whose body language seemed to share Claire's disgust.

"I hope it's not what I think it is" Natasha said in a tone laced with venom.

"It better not be" Samuel said before he tossed two fingers ahead of him and the two men from behind him ascended the stairs with alacrity. Claire watched in awe as she wondered how the men could act so covert and professional despite being mafia members.

"How many rooms?" Samuel asked one of the men who moved back to his position.

"Seven. One in the center, three on each side"

Samuel huffed then nodded "Alright, we split four into each room. Toss a flash inside then infiltrate, got it?"

Everyone nodded and the man walked up to his team to inform them.

"Remember, make no mistakes" Samuel ordered and they all nodded again before he gestured with his head that they all come with him. Almost like a snake slithering in the sands, their movements were silent, cautious, and almost inaudible. Without as much as a hassle, they each divided themselves into groups of four and stood in front of each door as they waited for Samuel's order.

The door Claire stood in front of along with Natasha appeared to be the one the crying came from. They could hear pleas before a loud smack followed and a bunch of cusses from different male voices.

Natasha scowled "I'm going to shove their dicks down their fucking throats"

Claire's brows creased as she frowned, her soul silently agreed with Natasha.

"Go" Samuel said and in unison, they all kicked open the doors they were positioned in front of then tossed a flash bang. They moved a good distance to avoid it affecting them and when it activated, moved into the rooms.

Like a butter knife peeling it's way through butter, Natasha's blade found the head of two men which fell freely from their necks. One of the men who seemed to recover quickly from the effect of the flash bang pulled a knife from his holster and lunged at Claire.

Claire punched his wrist which made him release the weapon almost instantly before she sent her fist into his nose. Before he could recover, Natasha thrusted her blade into his abdomen then pulled her sword through his side.

The mafia members also contributed as they shot every person that was obviously unfriendly or amongst the attackers. After a brief blood bath, the chaos in the room ended. They all turned to the lady who seemed completely taken aback by the gruesome display she had just watched.

Despite her untidy and disheveled appearance, Claire could still recognize the face she stared at.

Rebecca Benares.

One of the lead singers of ChickLit.

"They're actually here" Claire thought to herself as her lips tugged upward.

"Are you okay?" Natasha asked and inched closer to Rebecca who tossed herself away from Natasha's reach.

"P-Please d-d-don't hurt me. Please" Rebecca cried as she shivered pensively. Like a hand scorched by the heat of a flame, Natasha pulled back and stared sadly at the poor lady.