In The Name Of Trouble

Chapter 71

"Oh my god."

"Is that him?"

"I thought he died."

James seemed to pay no heed to the murmurs. Instead, he walked over to the bar along with his lady so as to avoid the intense gaze upon him.

"What was that?" Steven asked in a hushed voice. The crowd began to dissolve and everyone went on to their gossip as they have found a new topic to talk about, the long lost twin.

"I've no idea, none at all..... Hey listen, I've gotta go so-" Steven had caught her arm while she was trying to leave.

"What are you doing?" She tried to wrench her hand away.

"You haven't changed your ways, have you? Why Cash? I thought you were done with this life." He looked at her with sadness in his eyes

"What are you talking about?"

"How much of a fool do you think I am? No one has to get hurt Cash, let's just leave in peace and-"

"Ok." Cash stopped struggling "Let's leave this place. I know a back exit we can leave through unnoticed." She smiled at him.

"R-really?" He couldn't believe she actually agreed with him. "Yeah sure," he let go of her "Lead the way." He gestured at her.

"I don't see any exits." He said once they reached an isolated part of the building.

"I wonder why." She murmured to herself. Cash turned to face him and within a blink of an eye, injected into him a sleeping drug. Steven looked at her with wide eyes, not able to believe what had just happened.

"Cas-why?" His knees buckled and he fell down as the numbness took effect. Cash knelt next to him and cupped his face in her hands "I'm so sorry Clint, I have no choice." She whispered as she kissed him on the forehead and slowly put his head down on the marble tiles and walked back as Clint drowsed off.

Cash glanced at her watch. It was time. She switched paths and went up the stairs to the top from where she could see the whole scene down below. The thick velvet drapery seemed to cover her and keep her well hidden.

Let's hope that chauffeur isn't so useless. She began to back away from the view as she looked for her package. Benjamin should've kept it here somewhere. Ah! There it is. Thank god! Well done Benjamin.

She took the long bag out from under the thick cloth, it was pretty dark and the curtains blocked out all noise below. She sat down and made herself comfortable, which was near impossible with the dress but Cash didn't mind. She actually started to like wearing dresses. She began assembling her rifle as she hummed an unfamiliar tune. There was a rustle among the curtain which alerted Cash, who quickly finished assembling and pointed the rifle towards the direction of the sound. She heard the click of the magazine and turned to find herself pointing her rifle at a woman, and the barrel of her gun pointed at her own forehead.

"What the-"

"Shut up. Who are you? Take of your mask, coward."

"You have a rifle pointing at you honey. I wouldn't talk like that when I am staring at death in the face. Have me met?" she held her rifle steadily and kept it at the stranger's chest, Cash took the time to have a look at this new assassin properly. Pitch black hair which was in a working class bun, black eyes and plump lips. She had a few freckles and a pimple or two. She wore a blue dress that exposed her olive smooth skin. "Nice to meet you. I am Cash. You might have heard of me. I am quite famous." she motioned to herself.

The other girl's expression changed after hearing the name "Wait. . . You are her?!" she fumed

"Ok you're not a fan. Great. I was h-"

"It was you!" she only received a blank stare from Cash "You killed my Angelo!"

"What?" she was confused, Angelo? I don't understand . . .

Her thoughts were broken by a sharp pain and she realized that the girl had fired at her hand and she dropped the rifle to the ground and held her bleeding hand close to her chest. . . Wait, she was the one with James. His plus one . Wonderful. . .my target has come to me.

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She was staring into the eyes of the person who took her world away. My poor lovely Angelo. She had seen pictures of his corpse. A suitcase filled with blood with his severed head and other parts. She had screamed and sobbed and retched on the floor all at once while it appeared on the news . The word RAPIST written on the top. No one could comfort her and she ate nothing for 2 weeks. She swore to herself that day that she would find this so called Cash Rebel and avenge him.

And now . . . she is right in front of her eyes. She didn't have a shred of emotion on her face. She looked so, young. Too young. And yet those hands had ridden her world and ended her life before it even began.

She couldn't help but smile. This was her target. Gabe's plus one.

I'm killing two birds with one stone. Amazing. . .