Mixed Messages ~ {d.w}

➵Forty Three

I step out in the snow, the cold breeze hitting my face. I shrug my shoulders, shivers going down my spine. I love the look of winter but dealing with all this snow isn't my idea of the perfect season.

"You sure this is where ya wanna go?" the driver asks me, taking a wide look around the area. It was well abandoned. I couldn't get GPS out here so we brought out a map. It took me 10 minutes find my way. I should have about 10 more hours until the deadline, 3 until Damian gets in here. Bust just to be safe, I'll make 2. 1 and a half. He'd find a way to get to Bosnia fast.

I grin at the man. It was Adora's son, the woman who saved me, Gary. He drove me here. I wave at him, "thanks, Gary! I owe you one!" I watch him wave me off and drive off. I look at the empty warehouse in front of me. Well, not so empty. I grab a phone out of my jacket pocket. I've got to send Adora some flowers and some sweet chocolate for her kindness. They used to be Gary's when he was a kid but now he's outgrown them. I'll take whatever I can get.

Funny, from a cell phone I managed to hack into the surrounding cameras that are here. I spy with my little eye, two guards. One by the north entrance and the other by the west. With one last sigh, I start at the west.

I step my way around the agent, making sure to keep a 15-meter radius around him. I finally made it around him. All I had was a piece of bailer twine that I picked up from the farm. It wasn't much but it would be enough. With the right moves and training, I slip behind the guard. A few moments pass and soon enough, the guard slouches under me. My other gun, that's only for back up. Besides, the shots would have alerted the other guard.

I check the guy's belt for stuff that may be useful. I took the bullets and nothing else. Except for the walkies-talkie. I took that because they're so cool and I've always wanted one. I move towards the next guard. The next guard doesn't seem to be paying attention to anything around him. He's just messing with the walkies-talkie too. I grin. I get it, those can be seriously cool.

Carefully, I snake up around him and- not that's not really what happened. There was no one else around and I checked for cams. Anyway, I shoot him quickly in the head. I have to make sure he doesn't live... not that I wanted him to die. It's either my life or his.

"Okay, Alice," I take a breath in," you can do this." It felt interesting to call myself that but I would get used to it. I don't want to live under a lie.

When I got into the building, It felt off. The air was thicker, tenser. The quiet was eerie, almost too quiet. I ready my gun, keeping up with my training. I guess it was useful after all.

"Alice!" a voice shouts with all too much cheer. I freeze, wanting to smash my head against a wall. Not even 10 minutes in and I'm already compromised. "Thank goodness you could join us," they say.

I turn the corner, aiming my gun right at her face. The woman who started it all. Matilda Louzon. Matilda.... It felt like years since I'd last seen her. She's got the same brown hair and the same piercing hazel eyes. They made everyone tremble.