5. Never Party

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It was a beautiful August evening. A gentle breeze kissed my hair and a drop of rain landed on my nose. How long have I been on the run, unable to enjoy a simple breeze or rain?

Since I met with Indra, I have been on the run, traveling all over the world, fixing stuff on the verge of going Ka-boom as Una would say. Things I have seen. People I have killed. Countless saved. I'm a killer.

I know in my heart I'm not doing anything bad, just cruel. Killing is easy. It's like breathing. I have done it all my life. It Started with my father. He was my first kill. He tried to sell me to a local for his addiction to alcohol. All I was worth was two bottles of some cheap alcohol. Something in me just broke.

My world, brain, soul, and breath stopped that second. I cracked open a bottle of alcohol across his face. I felt no remorse or empathy for him. Just plain rage. I knew what I was doing. My veins stiff. That was the day I met Indra. I was covered in the blood of my creator to face the music of my actions.

' Women! What have you done! ' He asks me. His voice was quiet and gentle. His eyes were void of judgement and anger just a glint of bereavement. I felt like I was in safe hands.

Everyone questioned my empathy but Indra expelled my integrity. I have been his student since then. He took me under his care and taught me to fight, shoot, and lots more.

He taught me ways to kill, I still remember those lessons. You may think he is a monster and a child abuser. Maybe he is but he saved me from a worse future and put me a path where every wager and war set against me is to be won without any prejudice or mercy.

People I kill are not terrorists or mobsters, no, people I kill, these people dues not even deserve to be named. My recent assignment, or kill was a billionaire who imprisoned children in his dungeon and forced them to grow drugs.

Like there were around twenty-six children below the age of ten. Cutting and pruning the plants, under the artificial lights and filled with carbon dioxide to incite plant growth. These Children don't last more than a year in this hell hole. If a child dies, he is just tossed in the pots and drugs are grown on top.

The cruellest of people. When Indra first informs me about this operation. We didn't know that children were involved. My initial assessment was to dismantle the operation and blow up the plant. After some investigation and getting wind of a local chatter about missing children lead to the case to in point.

The plant was located in the middle of the city, surrounded by markets and an old church. having multiple escape route and multiple entrance.it was the most secure fortress. And Guards, lots of them. I need to make a plan.

I made twelve kills that day. And saved twenty-six children from there. Most of them were able to recover but two of them died in under three weeks after their freedom. The toxins and the chemicals they inhaled in there and all the hard work without food or water destroyed them.

The children were relocated to a health facility under VAJRA international. There they were receiving treatments and will join the society soon with a better health and stability.

VAJRA international, brain child of Vajra his hard work and dedication to build this company is astounding. He put his every waking hour into this company and to build it ground up.

He has two hospitals, seven factory, one school all inside his compound. Largest in this country. A small state to be precise. He controls the damned thing with gentle gale and firm grip. Every year on the second Saturday month of July, Vajra throws this annual assimilation party. Wherein everyone is invited.

But everyone must follow a simple rule. " In this party everyone is equal no difference in political stance or religious beliefs. Everyone is treated the same and received with utmost respect and moral. VAJRA has many non-breakable rules. Such one is we five, myself, Vajra, Momo, Una, Angel. Meet here every year to debrief and plan the upcoming year. We have held it seventeen times already. In a recent turn of events.

Few months back we attempted to stop the stock exchange from crashing. With Vajra and N-Sun planning, Momo on the ground and Angel wings on blades. I was eagle watch. I had my new sniper rifles. With which I can see the entire horizon.

We forced out our new doctor pup to execute the mission. As always, I'm getting the TELL (T-time E-elevations L-latitude L- longitude) from Indra, where to point, during night missions, the direction of the winds is difficult to predict in the field so Indra does all the calculations by his super and transmits to my coms. My coms automatically decipher the message to a legible copy. The copy is sent to Una, Una announces the received direction through coms in our ear. Thats how we work.

Apart from me, Angel is the only "Women" members of this team. We work together well. She is fast with her legs and her blades. While I do long and calculated shots. She just ploughs through without fear or care of consequences. I really like working with her. We usually go on mission together and most often we get shit done. No compromise.

Late evening, it's 4: 58 on the clock, on the top floor of the Vajra international convenience and cultural centre. This place has everything you need to organise an event of any scale. Today hear we are celebrating the annual assimilation party.

No one is here yet, that's what I want. Angel will be the first to arrive. I can smell her metal in the air.

Instead of using stares or lifts, she scales the walls of this tower. Climbing twelve stores building jumping on the balcony. I'm next to the water towers well hidden from her. Last time when we met, she was asking Vajra about something. I want to know what it was. She shares almost everything with me but unusually quiet about this.

Angel, in black saree which makes me wonder how she climbed the walls. It's a Miraj. The clothes we Adone is designed by Momo and Indra. It's looks like a normal everyday were but it's highly customisable. Simple fleets and normal drape. A symbol of elegance and hint of bossism. makes her a killer in action.

At the same moment Vajra entered through the door by the side. Their eyes meet and the killer and the scientist take defensive positions. grand the action, this should be fun to watch.

Angel ever the curious one is the first to attack Vajra. She pulls a curved blade shaped like a boomerang and throws at Vajra at such speed the damned metal thing flies through the air, charging towards Vajra.

Vajra is the only one who can catch the metal boomerang. He studied the weapon long ago it's discovery in southern India, the Tamil region it's called " VALARI ", as Indra trained me, Vajra and Angel used to practice together, the intricate VALARI dance we call them.

The VALARI is a heavy weapon. It needs skill and strength to through them they fly through the air like boomerang and return to the wielder.

Vajra digues the VALARI and catches it behind his back. Tt asking this opening Angel thrusts a long sword to his heart. Saree can hide a lot of weapons; I should try some. Thay fight lasts for five minutes like the song Thin Ice by Ann Sweete. The dance fight also follows the same beat.

After all the swishing and twirling, clinking and clanking they are both in a war lock, both unmoving face close to each other. Vajra is the first to speak 'Angel, my dear dear Angel. How are you'

Angel tightens her grip on Vajras neck and asked ' how is my daughter?'

Fin

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