Evelyn: His Desire

9. Evelyn

Due to firing aimlessly here and there, the men get finished with their bullets and start to panic not being able to see me, aka their impending death.

"Enough with the guns. Now it's the turn to play with some knives." I throw two daggers at the same time with deadly precision. One of them strikes between the eyes of a man who spotted me and was trying to approach me and the second in the chest of the other one piercing his heart.

They both fall to the ground the next second as all of my knives are poisonous.

A man with a large built and strong muscles plunges towards me out of nowhere. He is tall and has tattoos covering one of his arms. I quickly dodge him and he almost loses his balance at the sudden reaction.

He straightens himself and faces me back. Without giving him time to react, I punch him in the guts and kick him in his balls swiftly making him groan back. His hands move to his groin, pain evident on his facial features.

"Bitch, you are going to die."

That expression soon disappears and he stands straight. In the next moment, he picks me up without me realising it. But I wrap my legs around him to avoid him giving any chance. Before he could slam me back to the ground, I take out a knife from its sheath wrapped around my thigh. I stab the knife straight into his eye making him scream loud and releasing his hold from myself.

I jump back on the ground realising that he is about to fall. The useless man falls with a loud thud. I turn back throwing my knives at the rest of the men that are left which can easily be counted on finger tips by this time.

One of the girls comes forward with a brave face.

"Who are you?"

I look at the girl with a steady gaze, sensing her bravery amidst the chaos. "I'm here to get you all out," I reply, keeping my voice low but firm.

She nods, her fear slowly turning into determination. "There are more girls in the basement," she whispers urgently.

I give a quick nod and glance around, making sure the area is clear. "Stay here. I'll be back for you all." I gesture her to keep the others calm.

Moving swiftly, I navigate through the corridors, relying on my senses and Ava's occasional guidance through the earpiece. The stench of blood and cigarettes thickens as I approach the basement. My grip tightens on the Beretta in my hand, ready for anything.

As I descend the stairs, I hear muffled voices and the clinking of chains. Carefully, I peer around the corner and see more men, heavily armed and guarding another group of girls. Rage simmers just below the surface as I take in the scene.

"Ava, I need a distraction," I murmur into the earpiece.

"Got it. Give me a sec." Her voice crackles through, filled with urgency.

Moments later, a loud explosion echoes from the opposite end of the warehouse. The guards instantly become alert, turning their attention away from the girls and towards the noise.

Seizing the moment, I move with lethal precision. My first shot takes out the guard closest to me, and I quickly follow up with two more, dropping them before they can react. The remaining men scramble, trying to figure out what's happening, but it's too late. I throw two more daggers, each finding their marks with deadly accuracy.

With the guards down, I rush to the girls. "We're getting out of here. Stay close to me."

They nod, their faces a mix of hope and fear. I lead them back up the stairs, where the first group of girls waits anxiously.

"Follow me," I command, keeping my voice steady. "We'll get to safety."

As we move through the warehouse, I keep my senses sharp, aware that there could be more enemies lurking. Ava's voice comes through the earpiece again. "I've secured an exit. Head north, and you'll see a side door. It's clear."

We move quickly but cautiously, my gun at the ready. Every noise makes my heart race, but I push the fear down, not for me but for these poor souls who are now my responsibility, focusing on the mission. We reach the side door, and I usher the girls through it, one by one.

Outside, the cool night air is a stark contrast to the stifling atmosphere of the warehouse. I lead them to the vans waiting, engines running. Two of my men help the girls to get in the vehicles.

"Get in," I urge, helping each girl into the vehicle. "You're safe now."

As the last girl climbs in, I take one final look around, ensuring no one is left behind. Satisfied, I close the door and tap on the side of the van. "Go. I'll cover you."

The van speeds away, and I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the night's events settling on my shoulders. Ava's voice crackles through the earpiece again. "Good job, babe."

I nod to myself, heading back towards the warehouse to finish my job.

I re-enter the warehouse, the heavy silence only broken by the distant echo of the van's departure. The stench of blood and cigarettes is even stronger now, but I push it out of my mind. There are still loose ends to tie up.

Moving cautiously through the darkened corridors, I keep my gun ready, eyes scanning for any signs of movement. I know the remaining men are likely hiding, either too afraid to show themselves or waiting for the right moment to strike.

"Ava, any updates on the remaining hostiles?" I whisper into the earpiece.

"Scanning now," she replies. After a moment, she adds, "I've picked up movement in the control room on the second floor. Be careful, they're armed and seem to be regrouping."

"On it," I respond, heading towards the stairs. As I ascend, I mentally map out my approach. The control room has limited entry points, which could work to my advantage.

Reaching the second floor, I move silently along the wall until I find the door to the control room slightly ajar. Peering through the crack, I count four men, all armed and tense. They're talking in hushed tones, clearly rattled by the night's events.

I pull back, formulating a quick plan. "Ava, I need another distraction. Something loud to draw them out."

"Copy that. Brace yourself," she says. Moments later, a series of loud bangs and flashes emanate from the opposite end of the floor, courtesy of some well-placed flashbangs.

The men in the control room react instantly, rushing towards the noise. I seize the opportunity and slip inside.

As the men return, confused and agitated, I make my move. With swift, calculated precision, I take out the first two with headshots. The remaining two turn, but they're too slow. I throw another dagger, hitting one in the throat, while a well-placed shot from my gun drops the last man.

With the control room secure, I scan the monitors one last time to ensure no one is left. Satisfied, I gather any intel that might be useful, including documents and electronic devices, before making my way back to the ground floor.

"Ava, the control room is clear. I'm heading out now," I report.

"Good. Extraction point is ready. You should move quickly," she advises.

Navigating through the now eerily silent warehouse, I reach the main exit. The night air feels colder now, the adrenaline slowly fading. I spot the extraction vehicle parked a short distance away and head towards it.

As I climb into the back, Ava's face greets me on a small screen. "You did great, babe. The girls are safe. Let's get you home."

I give her a tired smile, feeling the weight of the night's events settling into my bones. "Yeah, let's go home."

The vehicle pulls away, leaving the warehouse and its horrors behind. I hear a sound of explosion, knowing that Ava has done her work of not leaving any evidence behind. But I know there will be more missions, more battles to fight and I'm ready for that until I find the mastermind.