Going Up In Flames

Chapter 5

VALESKA

Valeska found herself heading towards the client first, rationalizing that if they weren't coming after her, they must be going to see this Hiro person.

Before leaving the house, she armed and readied herself. Her sniper rifle laying halfway underneath the passenger seat in her car, as well as close combat weapons; her gun and two Italian stiletto knives.

Use their weapons against them if necessary.

Valeska laughed.

The guilt of leaving her sister behind, yet again, fled from her momentarily, sure to reappear after her adrenaline wears off from the assassination she will perform today.

She's sure of herself.

Each one of these pointless orders fueled her to get revenge on her father even more.

Practice makes perfect.

As they would say.

Although Valeska knew, as well as her father she was sure, that he wouldn't get away with something as easy and painless as a headshot.

It would be her turn to torture him, physically and mentally, just as she was; her long awaited revenge.

She will tear him apart, first with her words, and then literally, limb for limb if she has to.

Valeska took a deep breath in, breath out and flexed her ring-clad fingers against the steering wheel.

She checked her phone for the location thanks to the coördinates the spy dated, and saw she was nearing where she had to be.

On the last corner before her destination, she stopped her car, made sure she had everything she may need and walked the rest of the way.

She has had it happen before where her car was nearly stolen by some group of low life thugs due to her stopping too close to the location of her target. His friends not bothering to help, for what it would even be worth, before trying to jump her car.

Unsuccessful before losing their lives as well, but still.

When she got there, she rounded the house as best she could. From what she could see, there was barely anything. There was a car parked infront of the garage, but there was no movement, no noise, whatsoever.

As she stood facing the house, a voice snuck up and spoke from behind her.

"Good morning, can I help you with something, madame?"

She turned around and came face to face with a man, one that looked to be her lead.

"Morning. Perhaps you could, are you Hiro?" Valeska asked, feeling the weight of her gun tucked into the waistband of her jeans.

"I am...who's asking?" Valeska could hear the hesitation and weariness in Hiro's voice. She tried to be careful with her words, but didn't exactly have the patience to beat around the bush.

"It doesn't matter. I'm looking for Danté Cattaneo, I caught wind that he's visiting again. Do you know him? Or do you know where I might find him?" She spoke gently, as if she was an old friend who lost contact.