Selcouth (H2ODelirious) On Hiatus

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V E R A

I looked up and caught a glimpse of an Asian man, probably in his late twenties. He seemed very toned and muscular. A red bandana was tied across his forehead and strands of black hair stuck to his forehead.

Must be Fong.

"Uh, hello?" I awkwardly laughed and punched him in the nose, earning a groan from him before quickly starting to run. I pulled out my phone and immediately started talking into it.

"Need back up at abandoned warehouse on Russo Street, Agent 23 out."

I peered over my right shoulder to see Fong and another man chasing me. My brain worked rapidly as I observed my surroundings to find something to assist me. I looked up.

Barring. I can hook onto it and take the passageway up there. They'll never reach me in time.

I pulled out my grappling hook and throw it, the thick leather cord raveling around the bar.

I turned around and smiled cheekily at the boys as I blow a kiss. I pressed the button and felt my body elevating.

"Ciao, cupcake."

I realized I spoke too soon as I felt somebody grab my waist when I reached the top. The cold feeling of metal handcuffs around my wrists made me flinch.

"I've got her boys," a thick Irish accent rung out behind me.

God damn it. Where's backup? Did my call not go throu-

A window shattered behind the Irish man, causing him to yelp and drop me.

Tony appeared and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're lucky you're one of my best men."

He grabbed my handcuffed wrists and jumps two stories from the window. We both landed on the hard concrete in front of a truck.

I scrambled to the passenger's seat and the large man opened the door to the driver's seat.

As the truck purred, signaling the engine is riled and ready to go, I looked at the rear view mirror in time to see Fong and the two men run out. Fong looked beat up and bruised but I couldn't make out the faces of the other two men due to the darkness.

I watched as the silhouettes of the buff men grow smaller and smaller.

J O N A T H O N

I sat on the old red sofa, my nimble fingers drawing circles on my beloved mask.

That girl at the club, Vera Lu was her name.

She was gorgeous but she wasn't my type. I didn't feel any sort of romantic attraction towards her, so why was I thinking about her so much? Although, Vera did seem like an interesting character as I knew very little about her.

-Flashback-

I heard Tyler talking on the phone with someone whilst typing into a computer. I peered over the obviously taller male's shoulder and read off the screen in my mind.

Name: Vera Lu
Age: 24
Ethnicity: Chinese
Physical Traits: Black hair, brown eyes, pale skin
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 130 pounds
Occupation: Swim coach/lifeguard (formerly)
Hitman (current)
Afflictions: Marcel Cunningham (formerly)
Tony Samaro (current)

A side and front view of a stunning female was next to the text. She had a emotionless look on her petite face yet her eyes were swarming with intense emotion.

I furrowed my eyebrows.

Marcel? Didn't we ally with him a few months back? Why did he never tell us he was involved with he-

"Hey dumbass, can I get some privacy? For fuck's sake dude."

Tyler's voice rung of annoyance. Scowling, I sat back down and continued reading my book.

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"Whatever," I muttered.

Suddenly, a lightbulb dinged inside my sadistic mind and I let out my signature laugh.

"Tyler, get in here."

Loud footsteps echoed and an abnormally tall man stood before the brunette. He grunted in response for me to continue.

"Are you up for a little adventure?"