Guarding Her Silence

Chapter 1 - A New Mission

The night was thick with tension, the city's pulse a distant hum beneath the towering skyscrapers. Colet Vergara crouched on the rooftop, her eyes scanning the dimly lit penthouse below. Her breathing was steady, every muscle in her body poised for action. Patience was a weapon, one she wielded with precision. Tonight would be no different.

Her target—a high-profile arms dealer—was inside, oblivious to the eyes tracking his every move. Colet watched him through the glass, sipping his whiskey with false confidence. He had been in hiding for weeks, paranoid but careless, thinking his money and men would keep him safe. But nothing protected you from Colet Vergara.

With the grace of a shadow, she moved across the rooftop, her gloved fingers checking the silencer on her weapon. One bullet, one life. Simple math.

She dropped silently onto the balcony, her black suit blending into the night. A swift flick of her wrist disabled the security system, the beeping of the alarm dying mid-note. Slipping inside, the room smelled of expensive cigars and desperation. She could hear the soft murmur of music playing in the background, masking her movements as she approached.

The man was facing away from her, unaware of the specter that had just entered his sanctuary. Colet raised her gun, finger lightly resting on the trigger. No hesitation. There never was.

One step closer.

But then, the man turned, his face twisted in shock. For a brief second, their eyes met. His lips parted to shout, but the sound never came. The muffled crack of her gun silenced him before the thought could form. He crumpled to the floor, his blood a stark contrast to the pristine white rug beneath him.

Colet exhaled, holstering her weapon. Another clean kill.

As she stepped over the body, she glanced at her watch. She was right on time.

With a final glance around, Colet vanished into the night, leaving no trace of her presence. The mission was over, but something in the pit of her stomach told her this wouldn't be her last visit to the world of shadows.

Colet stood in the shadows of a narrow alley, the city lights reflecting off the slick pavement. She wiped the blood off her gloves with a rag, her face emotionless as she pressed a button on her earpiece. The call rang twice before a gruff voice answered.

"It's done," Colet said, her tone sharp and professional.

"Good. Head back to headquarters. There's something we need to discuss," the voice on the other end replied.

Colet's brow furrowed. Her assignments rarely involved more than a swift kill and a quick exit. Something about the tone in her boss's voice made her uneasy. Still, she wasn't one to question orders.

Colet walked into the grand lobby of Vergara Corps, a sleek, towering building that exuded wealth and power. To the public, it was a legitimate business empire with global influence, but beneath that polished exterior, it was home to something far more sinister. The Vergara family was known only to a select few as the heads of an elite assassin agency, orchestrating the shadows behind their pristine corporate facade.

Ignoring the greetings from employees who had no idea of her real role, Colet took the private elevator straight to the top floor, where her father's office overlooked the sprawling city.

She stepped inside without knocking. "Sup, Dad?" she greeted, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.

Mr. Vergara, an older man with silver hair and a stern face, didn't look up from the stack of papers in front of him. "I told you to stop calling me 'Dad' at work," he muttered, scribbling notes with the sharpness of a man used to handling both corporate mergers and covert operations.