Auxiliary Detective

Part. 11 (Mishka)

Island 3.

59.47 Hectares of reclaimed land. The island that is focused on tourism and residential resort.
Though it was still under developed, few facilities are working just fine.

5:30pm

Mishka, the girl who appear to be about 12 years of age, stared down at one of the island's priced scenery through a reinforced glass.

She was at one of the upper floors of a hotel resort within the island. 

Room Number: Classified  

The room was dimly lit and only the remaining light of dawn kept the place illuminated.

The hotel seemed to be rushed, as it was the main venue for tourist from a different countries.

The view she look at was no different from all the places she had been through.

To her,  it didn't mean anything.

It all looked the same for her.

Whether she was in a high class hotel, a mansion, and or even in her Carrier; the view doesn't stimulate her desire to make it last.

To her,  it was just a force of habit.

The sun was slowly setting, and all she held in her precious hands were completely unladylike.
   
In her right was a high-tech binoculars that can be connected to the internet and can scan people's facial appearances from a far.

On her left was a satellite phone that she was so used to holding, that she could even do tricks with it.

"Have you found them yet?" she asked in this businesslike tone.

"Yeah, 4 out 5 at least. The other one managed to slip past the sniping team." Reported a person who was on the other side of the connection. "Want me to pursue even further? He already called the local law enforcement though."

While talking, she uses her binoculars to scan the vicinity. 

"Damn..  If you fail, you do know that's going to be in your paycheck next month."

She doesn't use her childish and pretentious voice when talking with her subordinates.

Only in some occasion where she uses her childlike voice when addressing something as a joke.
   
Whether a UN sanction might affect her business, a mission to bomb a dictator's house, and even invade a self-proclaimed country.

If she feels like it's not worth her while, she's going to make sure that her men understands that this is just child's play.

"Cut me some slack will you? I was about to take them all down, whilst our almighty bossman is using herself as bait. But then this bitch interfered! Come on, is she blind? Cant that woman see red dots when she see ones?" that person on the other side sounded very frustrated.

Back when Mishka was held hostage; or rather enjoying herself, she encountered a person who looked like a girl.

She(?) was clearly shot square in the forehead, and yet, managed to stand again; and even got her out of there, in the most inefficient way possible.

The snipers where already on sight.

The building they were in was unfinished, so you'd expect some large gaping holes around the area.

There was no reason for that person to get themselves involve.

But there's something about that person made Mishka feel a bit more motivated.

To her, when someone unrelated gets involve, its her duty to keep them safe.

Or what her secretary has been telling her.

If she could save a person, then she'll be given 1 wish by her secretary.

To her, saving a person requires a reward.

Else, she becomes uninterested.

That's just how she thinks.

"That's no good. If that man manages to report to his client, then it'll be us who'll get a bullet to the head. Got that?"

With an exasperated sigh, the signal cut off.

No matter how pristine the view looks from above the hotel, she could not find its value, other than for surveillance and taking the high ground.

"Premier, you've been staring at the window the second you came back from your 'expeditions'. Have you finally awaken your childish desires to gaze upon the beauty of sunsets?"
A woman who was in her thirties appeared behind her.

She was wearing a business suit, but at the same time having a belt holster around her waist. 

"Oh nothing. Its just that, there's this person who I cant seem to get out of my head." She responded stoically. 

"Hoh... A crush perhaps? Did you find yourself a local city boy who showed you a good time while you're away?" the woman said jokingly. 

"Nah.. Its just that. Trisha. Do you know how many people who can dodge a bullet?" asked Mishka as she kept the binoculars planted on her eyes. 

"Hmmmm....  Not that much. Probably,  about 30 or so." She answered rather readily.

"I mean, normal people; ones that are outside of that project." 

"That's completely impractical. Possible, may be, but you'd need a hell of a luck to even dodge a projectile moving in mach 2. Well, I guess, there are none. Why do you ask?"

"Its nothing really. It just bothering me quite a bit. Oh,  and Trisha,  can you do a little bit of background check for me?" Said Mishka as she rubbed her tired eyes with the back of her hand. "And by the way, its below Mach 1, I think they're using one of our bullets, so you should check on that as well."

"Anyone in particular?"

"Its about this person who made a contact with me. They know my name, but I'm afraid if the one they gave to me was false."

Down below in the busy street, a boy who looked  like a girl was chasing a dog that was also chasing a cat.

Using her binoculars she spied on that particular person for awhile.

He was one of the masses, a face in the crowd, since the high-tech binoculars couldn't find his name in particular in any of the social media sites.

"So how am I going to do this?" asked the woman as if she didn't know the answer.

"Just do the usual. And don't kill the guy(?)"

"You're unsure of the gender?"

"E-especially the gender. Make sure that person didn't lie to me."

"Understood."

That's just how she was born.