Kosassin

Chapter five

After the heist,
Joyce took off her black domino mask and placed it down onto the kitchen counter. She let her head hang low. She was exhausting after her first job. Everything was dead silence until a loud banging on her door causing Joyce to turn her head abruptly. She felt her stomach dropped. She thought her landlady could find out what she was doing. Joyce started growing anxious. She slowly exhaled through her mouth. The banging of the door goes on again. A loud high shrilling voice shouted behind the door, "RENT!" Joyce closed her eyes as she roughly gripped her hands on a counter. Then her eyes met a knife holder that was right across of her. Some sensation pulled at her subconscious. A smile spread across her face. She pulled out the largest knife from the knife holders. She stared at it and saw her reflection on it in a blank face. She grasped the doorknob and pulled it open with her other arm behind her back holding a knife. The door swung open and revealed it to be her landlady with a cigar she's holding.
"Where's my money?" she asked in a serious voice. "And what's going on over the news?"
Joyce paused when she heard the word "news" she has something to say. She thought of a lie in order to hide her fear. She cleared her throat before answering her landlady's questions.
"No idea," Joyce said, her eyes looked one way to another. "Where does it took place?"
"At The Bank of Orbit City," replied the landlady. Joyce paused. "Was it a robbery?" was all she could asked. She shrugged. "What do you expect?" asked the landlady. "It was. Now where's my money?"
"It's inside," Joyce replied in a strange monotone voice. "Come in"
The landlady stepped inside of Joyce's apartment room before Joyce closed the door behind her. The landlady suddenly stopped dead in her tracks as she scanned the whole room, until she turned around and noticed a kitchen knife what Joyce was holding. With eyes widen and awe, Joyce lunged towards her landlady. She got the wind knocked down. Joyce got up and began towering over her. The landlady let out a rush gasp for air after her body hit the floor. She wheezed out. The eyes on Joyce wasn't sane, it looked like a demon has taken control of her. The adrenaline is rushing within her systems. Panted in rage. Joyce has her knife pointed at her landlady's chest, ready to plunged into her.
"What are you doing, Joyce?" gasped the frightened landlady.
Joyce grabbed her by her collars slowly lifting her back onto her feet. She then stabbed the landlady into her stomach. The landlady coughed blood and gushing out all over Joyce's face.
"There's your money!" Joyce strained. She ripped it out from the landlady's body and let it where it fell. Joyce sat on top of her landlady and stabbed at her left shoulder. The landlady let out a loud cry. Joyce stabbed her body repeatedly until her landlady's body weren't still.
Joyce inhaled deeply, loving the sweet stench of death. Knife was riddled with blood. Once the anger began to mellowed down, Joyce realized she had to dispose of the body. She stood back up away from her landlady's bloody corpse as she breathing in rage. She tossed a bloody kitchen knife across the room before she grabbed ahold of the landlady's foot. Joyce made sure her door was partially opened without exposing her nature. But luckily for Joyce, there were nobody there. Nothing but all the apartment's doors are completely closed. All dead silence. Joyce pulled the knob opened and began dragging her landlady's dead body making a low scraping noise being dragged off the wooden floors. Once outside of her apartment, Joyce carried her landlady over her shoulder and gently settled her into a dumpster. The atmosphere felt cold and breezy. Joyce's icy breath filled the air as she panted. She cleansed her hands together before closing down the dumpster lid. Joyce washed away all the blood from the kitchen knife with the water were running by the faucet. After cleaning up the crime scene, Joyce mopped the puddle of blood where the body was. She scrubbed. And scrubbed. Until she made sure there was nothing more left. Once she was all finished, she did not felt any remorse. She did not felt pain. All she could do was grin. Joyce went to her wardrobe and pulled the handle open. She dressed up into a black leather swimsuit, dark gray gloves, and a tall black spiked boots. The only accessory - was her black domino mask what she used it for robbing Vittorio's bank he once owned. She donned it over her face. Joyce blew air pursed lips as she carefully put on her red lipstick when looking at a mirror. She popped her mouth before she placed a lipstick on the bathroom counter and admired her new appearance. The girl was named Joyce, she could recalled her days as a innocent quiet person. Doing businesses with Vittorio. Paying for her landlady. Those days were over for her. She got out the bathroom and swiped her steel mace before shoving it into her belt. "I'm not that scared girl anymore," Joyce said. "I. Am. Comet" she walked out her apartment leaving from the shadow, until the door closed behind her.
There was a large Russian spy boat in the middle of the water, almost outside of Orbit City. Kerionika were traveling on a boat and headed to a Russian boat. She parked the boat before she climbed onto the ladders. Before Kerionika got on the boat, she slowly peeked out her head partially making sure she don't get caught by Russian goons. The two were speaking with each other in Russian, only a few inches away from Kerionika. And nearby, the third one was holding a bottle of vodka and constantly falling down in place before getting onto his feet. Kerionika's mind zipping with questions. She whether debate if she took them out or snuck passed them undetected. She then pressed remotely her left ear.
"I'm at the boat, Wladek," Kerionika said.
"Excellent job, Kerionika," Waldek said.
"They're in my way. What you want me to do?"
"Sneak past them. And locate the nuke somewhere in the boat"
"You got it"
Kerionika scurried her way behind a large crate. As she hugged the wall, Kerionika saw another nearby guard from standing her way. She pulled out a combat knife from her right pocket and approached silently behind the person. At the third footsteps, the guard turned around and saw a dark haired woman pointing a knife towards him, ready to plunge into him. Kerionika stabbed the knife into the guard's throat. The guard gagged before his body hit the floor. Kerionika towering over the now dead body of victim she had taken out and began dragging it away. Kerionika disposed the body into a locker before moving on. The other guard thought he had heard a noise coming from nearby but quickly blamed it on his drinking habit. As the Russian goons were having a conversation with each other in Russian, Kerionika unloaded her gun making sure the magazine are all stacked before loaded it back. She leaned away from the wall and fired a single shot at one of the goon's head. The remaining goons jumped after one of their comrades got blew away from a gunshot and saw the murderer....pointed a gun towards them. Kerionika greeted in Russian before firing her pistol upon them. One of them drew out his uzi and a hail of bullets showered across Kerionika. Snipers on top of each cargo containers with AK-47s. Kerionika quickly moved out of the way avoided being caught in the crossfire and hid behind another large crate. She saw an AK lying on a floor. She snatched it off the floor before checking the magazine are in there. She slammed her hand on an AK. After taking multiple shots, Kerionika peeked her head out and fired an AK taking them out one by one. Kerionika gave out a fierce battle cry as she spread a shower of bullets around. She shouted in Russian. And there was another guard behind her about to latched onto her but Kerionika turned around and hit the person with the butt of an AK. The man recoiled. Kerionika whipped out her knife and swung it across his neck. He staggered backwards and gagged violently before collapsing down the floor with a thud. And dead. Kerionika panted in rage. The guard rushed towards her. She saw a empty bottle of vodka from the drunk guard. She grabbed it and smashed it on the person's head. Kerionika threw a punch on the man's head. The goon turned his face by the blow. His face is riddled with blood and vodka. He felt his face was on fire. Kerionika grabbed him by his collars and flipped him over. He wheezed. Then Kerionika kicked him in the face knocking him out. Blurry figures circling around the man. The last thing he saw was he got kicked in the face. Then everything went black. "Pleasant dreams, comrade!" Kerionika grinned.
The last guard hurriedly rushed towards the freighter door but only to be stopped by a dark haired woman who was lunging him and pinned him against the wall.
"Where is the nuke?" Kerionika asked. Some bead of sweats rolling down the goon's head. He panted frantically. Swallowed before replying to the woman.
"It's-it's-it's in the cargo containers," replied the goon.
"Attaboy!" Kerionika said. She shoved a hook towards his face. After got the information on a nuke, Kerionika remotely pressed against her left ear, "I know where the nuke," she said. "It's inside the container"
Wladek was in the passenger side of the helicopter, along with Kosnah as the pilot. Wladek saw a tiny spec on a Russian spy boat. With numerous dead bodies of goons lying around what Kerionika created a massacre. The clearer the helicopter came descending, the clearer it got with Kerionika waving her hand to get attention. Kerionika pulled the container doors open and there was a black briefcase. She took a look inside of it. It needed to be activated a nuke by its keypads. Kerionika clutched the briefcase and bring it over to Kosnah and Wladek before she hitched a ride in a helicopter. Kosnah ascended back in air before flying away from the scene. The search for Kerionika had led Evelyn at the Titanium Syndicate warehouse. Evelyn looked through her binocular and spotted the warehouse with armed Titanium Syndicate mercenaries guarding the door. But that's not all of them, including the Titanium Syndicate guard dogs are patrolling the area. Evelyn had to find a way to get passed the dogs if she wanted into the warehouse. She pulled out her gun from the glove compartment before stepping out from her car. One of the Titanium Syndicate guard dogs woke up and sniffed the air for the putrid scent. It started to growled softly before giving it a woof. The Titanium Syndicate agent glanced his way with a questioning brow. The dog continuously barking like a loon.
"Shut your mouth, you lousy mutt," said the agent.
Evelyn opened up her small bag and fished out a tranquilizer darts before loading up into a gun. She fired a dart at the alarmed dog before she took on the next one. The dog yelped and fell in its place before it began slowly dozing off. Everything was finally dead silence until the agent could had peace and quiet. He pulled out a cigar before ignited from his lighter.
"That's much better," said the satisfying agent.
Evelyn smirked. She picked up a rock and threw it on a trash causing it to make a clanging noise. The guards turned around in alarm. The two left the door and tipped toed their way to what the noise came from leaving Evelyn free to snuck past them. Once inside, Evelyn was stopped by a Titanium Syndicate agent who had a gun pointed towards her.
"How nice of you to stop by," said the other agent.
Evelyn had her hands up before she quickly turned around and she delivered a hard smack across his face and before taking his gun away. But was overpowered by the militia.
"Get her in the bars," said the agent. Evelyn straining as she struggled by her captives.
"Let me go!" Evelyn shouted. "Where is my sister?!!" she was thrown and held in lock door