ALIBI

Chapter 9: The Knight

Trigger Warning: Violence
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(The Other POV)

In chess, the knight is a unique piece characterized by its distinct movement and strategic importance. Unlike other pieces, its movement allows the knight to jump over other pieces, making it highly versatile and difficult to block or predict.

The knight is valued for its ability to control important squares and create unexpected threats, especially in the early and middle stages of the game. Because it can hop over pieces, it can attack or defend in ways that other pieces cannot, often catching opponents off guard. In the right hands, a knight can be a powerful tool for both offense and defense, capable of disrupting the opponent's plans and creating opportunities for decisive action.

Similarly, the person known as "The Knight" operates within the syndicate much like the knight in chess...ruthless, strategic, and indispensable. As the mafia's feared assassin, the knight is tasked with the most laborious and dangerous jobs,eliminating threats to the organization.

Just as a knight in chess can leap over obstacles and strike unexpectedly, it moves through the shadows, executing its missions with precision and efficiency. The knights role vital to the syndicate's survival, removing obstacles and ensuring the organization's plans proceed unchallenged.

The mafia's enemies feared the Knight more than anyone else within the organization. Known for its ruthless tactics and unyielding efficiency, this assassin's main goal is simple to get the job done, no matter the method or the cost. The Knight operates with cold precision, leaving no loose ends behind, and this reputation for brutality has made the syndicate's enforcer a figure of dread among those who dare to oppose them.

The drug lords refers to the Knight as "The Dropman" a name reflecting its role in delivering swift and decisive action. However, within the inner circles of the mafia, the figure is known as "The Knight" a title that signifies elite status and fearsome reputation.

The mysterious figure zipped up its stolen NBI uniform, hair tucked neatly into a bun, and is wearing an NBI cap.The assigned mission is clear, infiltrate, eliminate the drug lord, and escape unnoticed. In preparation, she opens a closet filled with various armaments but selects smaller, concealable weapons for the operation.

On the wall of her room, there's a detailed board mapping out the members of alpha team, meticulously analyzing their behaviors, strengths, and weaknesses.

At the center of this board is none other than captain Mikha Lim, the figure's primary focus.

Her formidable enemy.

The figure started her motorcycle, the engine roaring to life as she prepared to carry out her mission. Hidden behind a black face mask, she remained focused on the road ahead. As she sped towards her destination, her phone vibrated-a signal from her informant. Glancing at the screen, she saw the image of the drug lord she was about to eliminate.

With a tap on her earpiece, she spoke in a calm, determined voice "In position."

Her words are met with a silent acknowledgment from her team, who remain hidden, ready to provide backup if necessary.

The mission had begun.

As she approached the NBI facility, her phone buzzed with a message which is the exact location of the drug lord. The Knight's heart raced with anticipation. This was her chance to eliminate a significant threat to the syndicate.

In the quiet corridors of the NBI premises, a figure moved with calculated precision. The Knight, clad in a stolen NBI uniform, her hair neatly tucked in a bun, and her face obscured by a black mask, navigated through the hallways.

The Knight's movements are precise as she navigates the building, evading security cameras and patrols with practiced ease. She reached the holding cell where the drug lord is confined, guarded by a pair of unsuspecting NBI officers. She pauses for a moment, assessing the situation with a keen eye. The Knight's plan is meticulously orchestrated, and every detail has been accounted for.

With a swift hand, she produces a vial from her pocket, filled with a lethal poison. She approached the cell door, subtly slipping a small, undetectable dose into the drug lord's food tray.

The poison is fast-acting, designed to leave no trace, ensuring that the drug lord will succumb to its effects swiftly and silently.

As she works, the Knight remains acutely aware of her surroundings, her senses heightened by the tension of the task.

Every sound, every movement, is noted and analyzed.

The drug lord, oblivious to the danger, consumes the tainted food, unaware of the fate that awaits him.

Satisfied that her mission is proceeding as planned, the Knight retreats from the holding area, her footsteps echoing softly as she makes her way back through the building.Her movements are fluid and deliberate, designed to avoid detection and ensure her escape.

The poison takes effect quickly. Within moments, the drug lord's condition deteriorates, and he begins to experience severe symptoms. The NBI officers, alerted by the drug lord's sudden distress, rush to his aid, but it is too late. The poison has done its work, and the drug lord is pronounced dead shortly after.

As the chaos unfolds, the Knight slips out of the NBI premises, her task complete. She knows that her actions will have significant repercussions, but her focus remains on the mission at hand. The Knight's reputation as a ruthless and efficient assassin is further solidified, and the syndicate's enemies are left to grapple with the aftermath of her deadly intervention.

The Knight's crest tattoo-an emblem of her allegiance and expertise-serves as a silent testament to her role within the mafia as a ruthless executioner.

She had one final task in mind which is to make sure no one would connect her to the crime. She exited the facility, her steps as quiet as her entrance.The Knight slipped back outside, her motorcycle waiting to carry her away from the scene of the crime.

The Knight had executed her mission flawlessly, leaving no room for error. The Knight knew her work was far from over, but tonight, she had ensured the protection of the syndicate, and that was a victory worth savoring.

Her mission may have been accomplished, but the shadows of her actions linger, a reminder of the deadly precision with which she operates.

After slipping back into her safe house, the Knight felt the adrenaline of the mission still coursing through her veins. The job was done-the drug lord's death was imminent, and the syndicate's message would be delivered with chilling finality.

But her thoughts were not at ease. There was still one person who posed a greater threat than any other, Captain Mikha Lim. The Knight's gaze shifted to the board in her room, where all the information on Alpha team was meticulously laid out.

At the center, surrounded by lines connecting every piece of intel, was a picture of Mikha Lim.

The Knight's expression hardened as she approached the board. From her pocket, she retrieved a small, sleek throwing knife. The blade caught the dim light of the room, its sharp edge reflecting her cold determination.

With a fluid motion, she flicked her wrist, sending the knife hurtling through the air. It embedded itself with a thud directly in the center of Mikha Lim's picture, right between the eyes.

The Knight stood there for a moment, her heart steady, her resolve unwavering. The message was clear, at least to herself, Mikha Lim was next.

The Knight would do whatever it took to eliminate the NBI's most formidable agent.

The Knight turned away, her thoughts already planning the next move. The chessboard had been set, and the Knight was ready to eliminate every piece in her path-starting with captain Mikha Lim.

"Mahuhulog ka rin sa aking mga kamay, Mikha Lim " she said in a sinister voice to no one in particular but on the darkness that is engulfing her room.