Hitmen or Hitwomen?

- Chapter 3 -

= As they approached the key fob, the car automatically unlocked. The assassins got in, Wen was driving and Sar was in the passenger seat. The atmosphere was quite tense as they were about to commit a crime, yet, it was for a 'good' cause. =

Wen pressed the brake pedal while hitting the start/stop button on the dashboard. Therefore, the engine started quietly and efficiently.

"I think we're gonna be on time." Wen disclosed, starting to drive. They were to arrive at The Crescent Tavern in the neighboring city of New Orleans, about 20 minutes away from where they currently reside, Kenner.

"That's great. You think Stefan's gonna notice us?" Sar questioned, putting on the pair of gloves. "Definitely not. They never do." Wen affirmed, it was clear that she was swift, whereas Sar was silent.

But that one time, where they almost got caught, that was definitely not a nice experience.

"Fair point." Sar acknowledged with a nod. She quickly checked the dashboard, turning her attention to the details.

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[Speedometer] 45 mph | [RPM Gauge] 2,200 rpm

(Speed Limit: 45 mph) | (Engine is running smoothly)

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[Fuel Gauge] Full | [Engine Temp] 200°F (Green)

(Tank Full) | (Normal operating range)

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[Odometer] 12.5 miles | [Trip Computer] ETA: 17 min

(Total Miles) | (Distance to Destination)

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[Navigation System] | [Climate Control] 72°F
Route: I-10 West | AC: On, Low Fan Speed
ETA: 17 mins | Airflow: Front Vents

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[Radio Display] No Media | [Seatbelt Reminder]

Volume: Low | Both Seatbelts On

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The drive had been quite peaceful starting from Kenner, low-rise buildings and local shops lining the streets. Entering the Interstate, large warehouses and factories were visible on the horizon.

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Sar hummed in thought, she checked the time; [16:45]. About 10 minutes were left now. Wen kept her focus on the road, admiring the landscape.

Although it was peaceful, maybe a little boring, they still couldn't forget their objective. There was a p-dophile, out there, somewhere. This man would be in that very tavern they were planning to go to. And there, he would meet his fate.

It was quiet in the car, which was quite unusual. And neither of the two were talking, which was even more unusual, since they always had something to discuss. Maybe not this time, though. Instead, Sar decided on reading a book, even if it was just for 10 minutes.

'Is this dookie seriously gonna read a book now?' thought Wen, glancing at Sar, who was already very focused. "What're you reading?" Wen inquired, her partner in crime showed the cover to Wen for a split second. "I'm reading: The Trial."

"Oh, from Franz Kafka, right?"Wen asked. "Yes from Franz Kafka." Sar answered, opening the page she was on.

In the book, Josef K. is unexpectedly arrested for an unknown crime and becomes trapped in a strange, bureaucratic legal system. As he tries to understand the charges, he faces an endless, confusing process with no clear resolution.

Now they have almost arrived, approaching the Mississippi River. On the Crescent City Connection Bridge, the view becomes more impressive. Large cargo ships and boats float by.

"Damn, this view is nice." Sar said while looking out the window.
No one could look inside their car though, tinted windows were a must.

"Yeah. If I were you, I'd probably put that book away 'cause we're about to arrive soon." Wen suggested, she checked the dashboard for the current time left. 5 minutes.

"Alright." Sar put the book in her bag and closed the zipper. After their mission, she could finish reading it.

Getting into downtown, tall buildings, more traffic and busier streets were noticeable. Eventually, they arrived in New Orleans and were looking for a spot to park their car near The Crescent Tavern.

Since it was an urban area, it took some time to find an empty spot. Wen, being the driver, had to reverse the Mercedes into a parking spot. Just in time, maybe a little earlier than expected, they arrived. Still having time left to think everything through while in the tavern.

The tavern's sign was flickering, and the dimly lit windows showed movements inside the bar. Sar and Wen walked up to the doors, preparing themselves mentally.