Their Redemption

ONE.

MARWA XAVIER NIXON.

3:45 AM.

"Target secured."

And with that I pulled the trigger, the middle-aged fuckwad I was supposed to eliminate in a pool of crimson coppery liquid trickling out of the shot wound directly out of his chest. No doubt my bullet pierced through his heart. The important people that were in the conference room with him fled everywhere, some screaming hysterically and the rest frozen in place.

The idiots thought that they'll be discreet about this and have a meeting at night to avoid suspicion, quite a laughingstock really.

Trying to be secretive about the horrible shit they concealed from the public eye.

I had always hated politicians and their shitty ways of thinking that they can get away with anything they do. But these fuckers really thought that running a sex and slave trafficking chain was fucking alright.

Their time will come just not now.

I commenced by gathering my sniper rifle in its place preparing to leave the scene before the police showed up. Releasing the breath I didn't know I was holding in.

"Target eliminated," I murmured, the voice changer making my voice sound more robotic than human as I paused for confirmation on the other line.

"Your payment is successfully transferred to your account, nice doing business with you," the gruff voice of my client replied, his tone clipped.

I hummed and cut off the line as I settled my gym bag over my shoulder ascending from the rooftop I was located on, to get a clear view of my target sighing when I hear the police sirens seemingly getting closer.

Took them long enough.

I fastened my pace to hurried descent, black sneakers on my feet, my dark grey joggers low on my hips and my black hoodie on and my AirPods in my ears, my high ponytail looking slightly disheveled as if I just came out of the gym. I mean that was the look I was going for.

I reached the bottom floor taking a left, the front desk of the 'Work it'-the gym that I often went to- and got a glimpse of Amira-the receptionist, with her blonde hair in a sleek ponytail, and light make-up on making her features stand out more.

Not liking a person without a reason was common and plausible to some people and trust me I was not one of them. But this hoe was truly testing my patience every time I came here.

And I was not known to be a patient woman.

Her annoying cheap acrylics clicked against the screen. Her attention was completely on her phone with headphones in her ears, a light blush crawling up her cheeks and a small smile on her overly thin lips.

Upon getting to see my tall frame standing at her desk. I groaned internally.

Amira turned around and gave me one of her megawatt smiles that I fucking hated and put her phone down to get one of her headphones out of her ears.

"Hey M, took you long enough, you haven't been here in a while. What have you been up to?" She smiled not caring about the dull look on my face.

My eyes narrowed to slits as I rolled them fighting back a snarl at the nosy bitch. "Work," I passed her my gym membership card, answering vaguely.

If she only knew what my job was

"Mhm, so mysterious," she giggled, making me groan in frustration.

Can't this bitch take a hint and shut her mouth?

The punching bag was so so going to receive all of the pent-up stress I was packing.