A man was walking down a dark road, keeping his eyes on the figure ahead. The road and neighbourhood was quiet at this hour of night. The only sound that could be heard was rustling of leaves due to the gentle wind blowing through the night. As he followed the figure ahead, an unsettling feeling crept over him.
He quickened his pace, while glancing back over his shoulder but found the road devoid of anything living - just a bunch of trash cans, fallen leaves etc.
He tried to focus on the figure he was following when he felts chills run down his spine. He felt like he was being watched, that someone was following him through the shadows.
He kept following the figure but soon heard the sound of boots. A fear crept over him. Shallow breathing could be heard behind him. He took out the gun from his waistband and slowly turned around half expecting to see someone behind him- ready to attack him
But he found nothing. Just a dark empty road with street lamps flickering every now and then.He put the gun back into the waistband and turned around only to find the road empty. The figure was gone. He rushed towards the nearest turn as he could not afford to lose another target after his previous blunder. As soon as he turned around the corner he saw the figure sitting on a bench talking to someone on phone.
He hid in the nearest alley he could find, with clear view of the figure. As he waited for the figure to hang up the call, he again felt a presence lurking behind him in the alley. He ignored it keeping his eye on the target.
Soon the target ended the call snd stood up. He quickly took the gun and pointed it towards the target. But before he could pull the trigger, a hand came over his mouth and dragged him in the alley.
The person broke his wrist of the hand that was handling the gun and forcefully dragged to the back of the alley. The man struggled to get out of the hold of the person but remained unsuccessful.
The person grabbed the him by the neck and smashed his head against the wall. A painfully groan left the man.
"Quiet. You fool" the person said. It was the voice of a - woman??
" who are you?" The man asked groaning in pain.
"Your worst nightmare""Why were you following that man? Huh?"
" can't tell you- "The woman pushed her heeled boots onto his 'private parts'. A scream left the man but he was shushed by painful kick to his face delivered by the woman.
"Tell me now or I have other ways to get information out of men like you"
"It wa- was an or- der" The man tried his best with the broken jaw.
"By who?"
" can't tell you that. It's classified informa- ahhh"The woman delivered another kick to his already broken jaw. She folded the right sleeve of her shirt and showed him the tattoo. The man's eyes widened in terror.
"Regina" he whispered.
" It was your father. That's what my boss told me. I don't know anything besides that. Please let me go" the man cried out in pain and fear and tried to crawl away from the woman.The woman simply smirked and took out her gun.
A shot rang through the alley alerting the neighbourhood.
The residents arrived at the alley but found no trace of the source of gunshot.( this is the unedited and unrevised version of the chapter 💀)

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Duplicity
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