Hitmen or Hitwomen?

- Chapter 10 -

In the early days of November, snow was already falling in Russia. Sar and Wen were in the entryway of their room in the hotel, getting ready to leave. They each put on a dark coat and got their bags, slinging them over their shoulders. Their beds were made, and the room empty of any appliances that might raise suspicion.
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Wen put on her boots and was tying the shoelaces, while Sar looked through the hallway cabinet for something warm for both of them to wear. "So I have these ushankas, very warm. and I also got fur muffs. They're comfortable." Sar said as she took out the accessories.

"Oh, I'll definitely wear those." Wen said, taking one of the fur hats and muffs, putting them on, and Sar did the same. "I think we're ready now." said Sar, and she unlocked the door. Then, both women walked out, and Wen locked the door.

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The lobby of the hotel was quiet but warm, and the two left to go outside. As they stepped outside, snow fell on them, and a few minutes in, it was already fully snowing. "Wanna do some snow angels quickly before we arrive?" Wen asked, and before Sar could answer, she already laid down.

"Obviously." Sar also laid down, and they were both doing snow angels, although it was cold. After a few moments, they stood up and cleaned the snow off their coats, advancing toward the meeting spot. They were going to be right in time.

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The meeting was to be held in an abandoned factory, a perfect location for if they had to leave spontaneously. Multiple representatives from other factions would come, for instance, The Triads. There, they would plan their logistics for the heist.

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"So, this is it?" questioned Wen, who was standing in front of the building. "Yeah." Sar said, "Let's go in." And thus, they opened the metal door leading inside, which was hanging from the hinges. Inside the factory, the walls were withered, and a distant hum could be heard, probably from one of the many machines which were once in use but now forgotten.

The ground was littered with old waste-barrels, tires, and scraps of twisted metal. Conveyor belts lay dormant, cobwebs spread in every corner, and a faint light came in through the shattered windows.
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In the center of the main hall was a large table, each member sitting in chairs around it with an overhead light illuminating the surface. Sar and Wen walked up, and she remained standing as Wen sat down, greeting the representatives quietly, who seemed to be already waiting.
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The table was empty, save for a briefcase in the center, locked tight. It was unusually silent as every member stayed seated, the flickering light above casting shadows on their faces.
Sar scrutinized everyone and so did Wen, from every faction-Bratva, Hells Angels, Cosa Nostra and Triads-one or two representatives were present, and the hitwomen were hired to either carry out eliminations or handle security threats.
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Almost every faction, except the Bratva, had a kind of suspicion about Sar and Wen and whether or not they truly served a purpose here. Despite this, the Bratva still vouched for the two.

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After a brief moment of silence, someone spoke up: "Damn, this is who we're working with?" it was Wen, and immediately someone shot her a glare. "No time for jokes." spoke a man, his face scarred, and he was dressed in a dark trench coat. "We're here for business. The stakes are high, and we have no time to waste."

Eventually, Sar sat down next to Wen. "Let's talk about the plan." Sar said firmly. One of the attendees slid a folder across the table, which Sar picked up and flipped through quietly. Inside, there were documents, a blueprint of the museum they were to break in along with photographs of the artifacts to be stolen.

"We hit the museum in three nights." A woman holding a cigarette said, her voice confident. Her and the man with the scar were a part of the Bratva. "Security shifts have already been mapped out, and the patrol routes are predictable. It's a small team-two guards on the graveyard shift."

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