Ladies In Red

5

Dying isn't an option. It simply isn't. That stupid Scorpion is dying and I will have my freedom, my love, and a beautifully calm life. Me and Enzo will get married, have kids, and grow old together.

Driving to the other side of the city is never hard, but the emotional roller coaster that followed was. I try my best to compose myself before entering to meet with the seamstress.

I must feel nothing. Emotions must be gone. Emotions distract you. You will not falter. Death is not an option.

I enter the seamstress shop and wait near the door.

"Oh my, if it isn't Ms.Creed. Que milagro (What a miracle). What brings you here?"

"Hey Catalina, I need a dress. Masquerade ball."

"Mission?"

"Yes."

She pulls me to the back of the shop, and pulls out three dresses, putting each one in front of me figuring out which one to give me. After three minutes she settles on the black that goes up a bit to my neck, sleeveless, ankle length, with a leg slit.

"Majority of the material is carbon fiber, the skirt bit has a carbon fiber underlay with fabric on top. The top is completely bulletproof. But as per usual, get shot and it's royally painful. Gloves are just for the look." She smiles.

Before I can say thank you, she runs over to the counter grabbing a beautiful black masquerade mask. Covering only the surroundings of my eyes, my nose slightly visible. She helps me put it on as I look in front of the mirror.

"My scars aren't showing right?" I ask.

"Sometimes I do forget you have some." She takes a good look and shakes her head.

They look like two separate scars but in all honesty, it's just one but with a giant space in the middle. Connected from my eyebrow to my nose, the scar is only visible on my eyebrows and the bridge of my nose. I would always complain about it, but no matter what, he would always tell me just how beautiful I am. He would constantly ask me how I got it, but I never told him the truth.

"You should leave your hair down, Ms.Creed. Bring a hair tie just in case, but leave it down. Sometimes I wish I had your light ginger hair, but I don't know what I would look like if my hair was curly."

"I am sure you would look beautiful, Catalina."

"You're too sweet, but you have a mission, no? You should probably get going."

"Yes, I should. Thank you so much for your help. I appreciate it."

I wave goodbye as I finish paying and leave for my car. I open the trunk, take out two duffel bags, and bring them around to the passenger seat.

The ball has already begun, but a big boss man like him will probably arrive late.

I'm officially ten minutes away from the ballroom. I could probably park in the back and walk towards the front. Good thing it's an open invitation. Many people die at this event, the only rule is you can't slaughter several people at a time in the main ballroom. You can, however, lure your target to a side room or outside to the back of the building and end it there.

I park behind the building where it isn't visible. I open one duffel bag and take out a few knives stuffing them into any pockets I can find within this dress. I put some in my thigh band, thank god for dresses with leg slits.

I open the second duffel bag and pull out two pistols, a revolver, and leave the MP5 in the duffel bag. So I could either leave it out and lure him here, or to a different room. A different room might be the best option since most people come out here.