The Assassin's Assassin

V

I check how much ammo I have left, none, I cast aside the shot gun and pull out my hand gun. I turn to the receptionist who hands my phone back and gives me the thumbs up then points to it edging me to check it.  I look in notes to see 'Who are you?', I give a lopsided smile and type, 'I'm no one and anyone.'. I lock my phone and pop back up. What's different this time is that only two machine guns are fired, being less directs to worry about I got a decent look around. I see that the third man is holding the rifle, but hasn't fired yet. My priority was one of the unharmed men that crept closer, I shot him in the neck sending him sprawling to the ground. While I was distracted the rifle was fired, I was lucky it missed because what stuck to the wall behind me gave me shivers... It was a tranquilliser dart.

This wasn't an attack, this was the collection squad, and I was the prize. Not like I've never been captured before, but something about these people told me that the last thing I wanted was to be hauled away by these people. He urgency to get the fuck outta here sent another dose of adrenaline through my veins with a hint of fear, something I haven't truly felt in a long time. I check how many bullets I have left, three, one for one guy, one for the other, and one spare. Before I could begin to plan my escape, the screaming of sirens indicating the arrival of the police, shit, if I was taken in I'd become a sitting duck, the sniper would know and be able to disguise himself as an officer. If they could track two highly trained assassins. They'd definitely have the ability to infiltrate a police station let alone track me from the hotel.

I sneak into the back room as the police and the two remaining members of the collection squad begin a shoot off. Silently closing the door behind me I quickly scan the room looking for a way out, nothing. I only had so much time before the shoot off would be finished, I raked my brain thinking of anyway I could get out. Fire exit! I had to risk it, probably also would have to leave my weapon behind as there would more than likely be cops guarding the exit.

I quietly sneaking back out of the back room and start creeping to the end of the safety of the administration counter. Silently counting down from three, I prepare myself then gun for the fire exit, just as I get there a sharp pain in my right leg forces a pained grunt out of me. Without looking back, I slam the fire exits closed behind me and check my leg, never did I think I'd be more relieved to see a bullet in my calf. I limp out of the building encountering no cops, thank god, and half run half limp a couple buildings away before stopping and hiding behind dumpster bin in an alley way. The alcohol and my new wound started to take their toll on my energy as the adrenaline started to wear off. I forced myself up to walk back to the foot path and hail a taxi. I half slide half fall into the back seat quickly shutting the door behind me.

"You alright miss?" The driver,

"I have been better, just get me as far as this will take me." I answer pulling out my purse from my pocket and hand the driver two hundred dollars, his eyes light up,

"Sure thing ma'am." Is the last thing I hear before passing out.

(Time passes)

"Officer I swear she was already like this before she entered my car, I didn't even get a chance to ask what happened." The voice of the taxi driver drifts into my ears. I blink my eyes open and sit up,

"Uh huh, of course she was." The cop replies sarcastically,

"Officer he's telling the truth." I remark groggily,

"I hope you're not lying out of fear, because it's ok ma'am he's not going to hurt you." The cop reassures almost patronisingly,

"I can take care of myself thank you very much sir." I deadpan resisting the urge to roll my eyes,

"Alright alright I'm sorry sir." The officer replies then apologises to the taxi driver, "Ma'am you need to get some medical attention that looks pretty nasty." The cop continues, commenting on my bullet wound,

"No what I need is to get as far as that two hundred dollars will take me besides, I've had worse." I correct him,

"Worse than a bullet stuck in your calf?" He asks in disbelief,

"I don't have time to tell stories alright? All you need to know is that I'm the good guy and really bad guys are after me, so, like a cat, I need to slink away." I explain and look at the cop as exaggerate 'cat'.

Now knowing who I am the cop nods respectfully,

"Safe journey ma'am." The cop fare wells tipping his hat to me, turns around and walks back to his car and drives off.

"How much further is two hundred dollars' worth of distance?" I ask now turning to the taxi driver,

"We've done over half the journey so far." He answers looking at his tracing system,

"Keep the change, I'll hitch-hike from here, I need to disappear off the grid. Not the scare you, but they can track me through your taxi." I warn making sure my purse and phone are still in my jacket pocket, I wave relief washes over me as I feel both of them my hands.

"These really guys, do they, do they, you know-?" He begins nervously having a hard time with the word 'kill', I don't blame him, it's not something people are supposed to get used to.

"Mercilessly with no hesitation I'm afraid." I answer honestly but sombrely. He responds with a short, frightened nod, face a mask of terror.