Let Me Hear You

CHAPTER 1

"I'll do anything you want! Please, just let me go."

Mallory looked at the man in front of her, his body quivering and his expression fearful. His face was beaten up; despite looking rather young and muscular, the man was easy to beat in a fight. His actions were fairly easy to read, and though he managed to throw in a couple of punches at her, she was still able to fight back and subdue him at gunpoint.

And now, he's begging for his life. Pathetic.

"I'm innocent I tell ya! You got the wrong guy!" He continued to plead.

Mallory rolled her eyes.

"For fuck's sake! Just let me go!"

"You're not the one holding the gun here asshole." She said blankly. In his eyes, she imagine herself looking like this bruised, blood-covered chick holding a loaded revolver to his head. The barrel pointed directly between his eyes. Her blue eyes must've looked black in the dark. Her countenance, alarmingly calm.

She then pulled the trigger.

The man's body fell limp after the gunshot. Mallory hid the weapon in her person and left the rest to whoever was in charge of the clean-up.

"You know, he did beg for his life." A man wearing sloppy excuse for a suit greeted him out of the alley. He was holding a moist towel for her in his hands and a warm smile on his face, "What if you got the wrong guy?"

"I never 'get the wrong guy'." Was her response as she took the towel from him. "He was lying the whole time, it got on my nerves."

The man let out an amused laugh, "As expected from you, sweetheart."

"Don't call me that."

"Why not?"

"Cause it's annoying." Mallory said as she finished wiping the dirt and blood off her. She looked at the man and let out a tired sigh.

Malcolm Roth. He was two years older than her, but was enlisted in this type of 'job' his whole life. Apparently, she was supposed to be under his wing during missions like these, but he sometimes likes to stand aside and watch how she handles things. It gets pretty annoying.

Dark brown hair, green eyes with a mole under his left eye, sturdy body build and fair complexion. Physically, he's quite attractive. But Mallory couldn't care less.

A few moments later, a brand new, black-coloured, 2019 KIA Stinger pulled up in front of them. The driver got out and opened its doors for them. Once inside, Malcolm took out his phone and asked Mallory to start the report.

She mumbled something about taking a breather first before jumping in to the report, but she started anyway.

"Micah Crane. Twenty-eight years old, born as the only child of Lisa and Samson Crane. After his parent's mysterious death when he was in middle-school, he lived the rest of his life as an underling for the family that targeted CLIENT 809. Was caught and subdued by Pryce M. after he attempted to kill the CLIENT with a strong poison mixed in drink. All connections severed."

"What about me?" Malcolm asked in a teasing manner.

"You never helped me subduing him."

"But I kept the client safe, didn't I?"

"That's not what the report's for." She answered as she tried to tie up her long, black hair. "We'll talk more about it tomorrow at the meeting."

Malcolm sighed, "You're no fun sometimes."

Mallory ignored his remarks and focused on the passing landscape outside. They made their way to the outskirts of the city where the forest mingles with the metropolitan residential areas. They arrived in front of a huge stretch of land surrounded by an electric fence around the area. After a brief security procedures, they entered in the estate and drove towards the 3-story, charcoal-coloured building.