Evania strode into the dimly lit alley, her black high heels clicking out a rhythmic challenge on the wet pavement. The sound echoed off the graffiti-scarred walls, a bold announcement of her presence. She paused, surveying the scene before her with an air of satisfied nonchalance, her gaze lingering on the three men in suits, their expensive tailoring now stained and rumpled in death. A sly, triumphant smile spread across her face as she blew a stray strand of hair from the barrel of her gun, the metal glinting in the faint light. Her eyes gleamed with a fierce, unapologetic intensity, a testament to the fact that she was the one who had brought these men to their knees. She stood tall, her shoulders back, her confidence radiating like a palpable force as if daring anyone to question her confidence.
Suddenly she heard a rather annoying
Screeching from behind her, her face now paying attention to the door. Her eyes scan the tall man with a black attire and a gun in he's hands.
Their eyes meet as he slowly walks out of the door Frame's shadow. He's long pointy shoes making almost the exact noise of Evanias heels as he walks towards Evania.
Their eyes entwined in a piercing stare, the air thickening with tension as they sized each other up. The man's face creased into a smooth, practiced smile, his laughter low and effortless, putting even the most skeptical of souls at ease. 'The boss sent me to take care of those three,' he said, his voice dripping with sophistication, 'the ones transporting the merchandise.' His gaze drifted away from Evania's, his eyes roving over the carnage before them - the three lifeless bodies, the blood-stained pavement, the unmistakable signs of a ruthless execution. 'But it seems the task has already been... expedited,' he observed, his tone laced with a hint of admiration. 'I'd say you've done an impressive job, darling. Though I must wonder...' His voice trailed off, his eyes snapping back to Evania's, filled with a mixture of curiosity and wariness."
Evania's lips curled into a self-satisfied, egotistical smile, her eyes gleaming with pride as she began to introduce herself. 'Me? Well, if you must know, I'm Evania Govender. I work for...' But before she could revel in the full weight of her own importance, a chorus of shouts and the unmistakable clatter of firearms shattered the air. A group of heavily armed men, their guns trained on the duo, stormed into the alley, their leader bellowing, 'THERE THEY ARE, MEN! LET'S MOVE!' The man beside Evania raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with nonchalance. 'Ah, seems like we've got company. How...inconvenient.' He paused, his gaze flicking to Evania, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. 'What do you say we give them a show? Kill them all, one by one, and after we've accomplished our mission...we grab a coffee. My treat, darling.''
"Evania nodded in agreement, her eyes glinting with a fierce intensity. 'You fools,' she spat, her voice dripping with contempt. 'You're fighting the wrong people. You have no idea who you're messing with.' Her laughter echoed through the alley, a maniacal, mirthless sound that sent shivers down the spines of the armed men. The man beside her raised an eyebrow, surprised by her dominant display, but he didn't hesitate. With a swift, precise motion, he began aiming his gun, taking down two men at a time with deadly accuracy. The fight was over all too soon, the men lying lifeless on the ground. The walkie talkie crackled to life, a confident voice demanding, 'Section C, are we all good? Copy? I repeat, are we all good in Section C?' But before anyone could respond, the connection cut off, plunging the alley into darkness. The man spun around, searching for Evania, his eyes adjusting slowly to the darkness. And then, he saw her, standing by the power box, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. 'Let's move, quickly,' she whispered, her voice barely audible. 'With the power off, they can't see us on camera, and their security relies on electricity. We have a window to escape, let's take it.'"
They both ran to the window
" ladies first"
He says politely, gesturing she should go first
Evania impressed and flattered by he's gentlemen like manners let's out a slight blush but still keeping the situation professional.
Her hand grips onto the frame of the window to support her body, picking up one leg, then the other and jumps out.
As she waits for the men to jump out the window she softly dusts her black pants and her padded black coat covering her buttoned up white long sleeves,followed by the tie with an unfamiliar logo around her neck
She turns her head around at the sound of the man's shoes hitting the ground.
YOU ARE READING
chaos of the soul
AcciónA boy who, having at last found the love he's been searching for, is drawn into a passionate yet perilous romance, as his partner brings chaos and challenge to their relationship, pushing their love to its limits
