My Biggest Secret

Chapter 1: Interruption (Delta)

The day had already been dragging on for longer than I would have liked. My supposed contact had already been dead when I reached the weapons shop, so I pretty much had nothing to go on.

Luckily for me people, like the convict I was chasing, were not known for their extreme intelligence. There had been evidence everywhere.

Pressing deeper into the alley I was beginning to doubt my earlier deduction. The street light behind me flickered feebly into life. It cast a sick glow partially into the alley.

"Give it to me! I need it! Come on man just give it here!" All earlier doubts about my deduction were immediately resolved.

The man I was hunting was just ahead. According to the briefing I had received this morning, he had recently escaped the New York state prison and was still heavily involved with the underground drug industry. Zavier Ellis Marks, if I wasn't mistaken. And I never am.

Smirking, I slipped into the shadows, just behind the scene unfolding.

A tall man with dark skin and black hair obscured my view of his victim, but I'm fairly sure I know what's going on. If I was right the man was currently holding a squat balding man up to see the druggie's sunken eyes.

This is going to be fun.

Grabbing the knife out of my jeans I walked casually onto the scene, "So your supplier decided to jump ship, did he? What a shame. I need a fix." My voice dropped an octave with the last phrase, which set a fun little scene.

A scene that the men in front of me did not want to be part of.

A strangled yelp and thud resonated in the still air. The convict had dropped his victim and was shaking with rage. Visibly, he relaxed his muscled and composed his body before spinning around to face me, "What?! You're just a little girl! Who the hell do you think you are?" He had a strong Spanish accent and was hiding his weakness behind the gun quivering in his right hand.

"Terrifying." I shook my head at the terrible display in front of me. Then again, I didn't really expect anything else to come from a drug addict.

I glanced at the balding man laying on the pavement. It was pathetic, but if I didn't warn him I would lose my job, "Leave."

That one command sent the man scrambling out of the alleyway, not able to get off of his hands and knees until he reached the concrete sidewalk.

The guy in front of me coughed, loud and rude, "Yo, girly. Are you just going to stand there all night?"

Glaring at him, I pulled a knife out of my pocket. In the dim light of the failing street lamp I looked like a deranged killer; my blue and black hair falling out of its ponytail and my eyes flashing coldly. I was wearing old black clothing that was full of hole and stained with blood.

I twirled the knife between my hands as I advanced.

"Stay back!" The gun's trembling only grew with his panic. "I will shoot!"

It happened in moments. I reached a spot where I could easily reach Zavier and attacked. Harshly chopping his right wrist, the gun clattered noisily to the ground. With a simple side step I found myself behind him with my blade to his neck.

"Please! Don't kill me!" His pathetic begging was cut short when the knife was imbedded into his shoulder.

I wanted to get the fight over with as quickly as possible, so I resorted to old school techniques. The kind that only helped you to knock someone down. Anything else had to be invented. I hammered my foot into the crevice behind the knees and jumped out of the way when he came down hard.