Lethal Intent

Chapter 1

 It was unpleasantly cold that day. Rough winds penetrated the city of New York and shuffled across Bella's face. A tiny glint of sunlight fell near her as Bella made her way towards the gloomy looking alley. People would usually be sipping on a hot beverage back home at this time, but her life was such that she'd consider herself lucky on getting 6 hours of sleep a day.

The shady place was packed with silence. An occasional purr would break the eeriness of the place. She walked along the pathway beside some closed down shops and then stopped before a payphone. Bella was used to roaming around the shadiest places in New York, as the free traveling came complementary along with her job package. She pulled out the name-card on which the word "PHONE" was engraved. Inside the little concealed box was a brown package. Voila, she said to herself as she opened the package and pulled out a small cellphone. She dialed the number "1-518-127-212", and a lady answered the call. "How may I help you today?" the lady on the line asked. "I'd like a bar of soap please," Bella said. This ridiculous conversation was the key part of her job. "Number," a robotic voice asked.

"19710," Bella said. "How would you describe 2007," the voice asked. "Betrayal," was the only word which came out of Bella's mouth.

There was a significantly loud beep, after which another robotic voice gave Bella her instructions. An easy assassination was the job she was given, and she excelled in it. A black Mercedes pulled up behind her and with a sly grin, she went inside the car.

"You know what you're supposed to do?", the man driving the car asked her. "This ain't my first time mate," she replied and ended the small conversation. The car dropped her off near an abandoned harbor and drove off. She walked slowly in a feeble attempt to be sneaky, but her stilettos didn't allow her to express that skill. "So much for trying to look good," she said in frustration.

Bella made her way towards building number 13 which had been marked on her phone's map remotely, thanks to technology. "Ah, here's the building,: she said as she pulled out her P220 from her holster. The sound of her gun clocking echoed through the harbor and as a result, the crows flew away.

She made her way towards the front door and naturally, it was locked. Disappointed that she now has to do more work, she made her way around the warehouse. Conveniently, her target left the backdoor open, and Bella chuckled. She made her way into the warehouse, carefully steering away from the shards of the broken window. Through the broken casement, rays of light fell on the abandoned crates, and the dust being exposed by the light, got carried away by the cold, biting breeze from another. Though what she did for a living was hard, she never complained. Especially since her main job and her side job pretty much were the opposite of each other.

Normally, no one would ever complain about the little noise made by room heaters. Yet the person in the room opposite to her did not know it was going to be the thing that gave her away. Bella tiptoed over to the metal door, after parting with her Gucci heels. Slowly pushing it away, she saw the redhead sitting on an old industrial chair, pressing her hands against her head. Walking over to her, she put the trigger to her head and said, "don't worry, I will be quick ."