11:57 p.m.
There is blood everywhere, on the dark wooden floor, on the crimson red walls with a fleur de lis design, on the dusty ceiling, on the messy wooden tabletop in the middle of this small room, on the stuffs nearby- everywhere. A corpse can be seen underneath the table, it's a man wearing a typical business suit. His head were cut off precisely and the upper part of his outfit is stained with his own dark blood and guts. Two people stood near by the creaky brown door, one wears something similar to the corpse, he is the man, and one wear something you only wear on a cocktail event, she is the woman, these two looks formal in every way.
The man wore leather shoes, a brown colored slacks, matching a white pulled up long sleeves. Blood covers his shoes and pants, but his hands are the most bathed with it. There are droplets and strips of blood on his face, he tries to wipe it off but it only spreads. There were also clues of blood on his messy hair. A large knife soaked in blood can also be seen near his shoes, he is clearly the one who did the hard work here.
The woman on the other hand wore a shiny red body dress and high heels with the color of gold. There were minimal blood stains on his attire and her soft skin. The woman's hair is elegant as she is, but the tied it up and made a bun, for comfort. On her dominant hand, she holds onto a Walther PP, a small German semi-automatic pistol and on the other she holds a phone high up on her ear, talking to somebody on her cellphone.
The man yawned as he looks at his wrist watch, it's almost midnight-which is not good at all for their current situation. He picks up the knife on the floor and held it upside down and putting his guard up, the man suspects danger is coming. The woman continues to talk with someone on her phone, the man becomes impatient and starts to tap his feet on the wooden floor. His eyes cannot stop moving as he checks everything in this small room. From the tall bookshelf full of lawbooks behind the table, to the air conditioner attached on to the ceiling, to the bloodied business papers besides the corpse, to the blood stained mug at the tabletop with the words "World's Best Dad" written on it, and of course the decapitated bloody head just nearby the corpse-he checks out every details to avoid boredom.
12:01 a.m.
The woman finally finished her call, the man looked back at her and raised his eyebrows. "The Handler says we need to find a flash drive that belongs from Mr. Perez here." says the woman, the man started searching at the table right away and the woman begun shortly after him and searched the the other furniture in the room.
After minutes of searching and finding nothing, the woman ordered the man to search the corpse next. He immediately obeyed, he started searching each and every pocket the corpse had. As he scavenged through the dead man's body, the man asked what's the importance of this flash drive. The woman said the the handler did not tell any more information but only warned them to not fail this because this is important, the handler also threatened to end both of their life once they fail again-they failed on their last mission and this will be strike three if they mess up.
"Is this it?" the man suddenly spoke. His face looked so proud finding a flash drive disguised as an ATM card. The woman's face lit up in joy, "Yes, this is it! Very clever making it look like a card" she says and then kicked the dead man's body. She made the man take care of the flash drive, she went on to check the hallways to make sure if there's anyone awake. She peeked out the door and saw a long hallway with a long red carpet on the floor. There were many rooms along the way, the place looked like a hotel. The woman saw no one so she lowers her guard.
"All goods, we can go home. Easy job huh?" the man said with confident. The woman looked at him and smile. The man looked around again for the last time, he could not help it-it's a mannerism. The woman walked out the door, the man kept on looking around, he suspects something is wrong again.
