The Gangster Princess

Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Ghost In The Shadows

Aisha Fancy Lee

Smoke curled around me like a whisper.

Bang. Crash. Screams.

Another set of enemies charged. Organized sila-masyadong sabay-sabay umatake para sa random thugs. But we've faced worse. We were built for this.

And I wasn't alone.

From the left, a knife flew past my cheek-Tres. His strike landed sa balikat ng kalaban. Another clean cut followed. Isa pang bumagsak.

That's Tres, our knife specialist. Cool, silent, lethal. His hands moved faster than eyes could track, always aiming for weak spots. If you see him pull out two blades, it's already too late.

A blur of electric blue-Apple dove into the chaos, her dual batons buzzing. Tumama siya sa tuhod ng isa, sabay liko and zap sa leeg ng pangalawa.

Apple. Small, fast, and unhinged. She thrives in close quarters, where her electric weapons hum like thunder. Pag nasa mood siya, she fights like a storm in a bottle.

Overhead, a flash bomb detonated, blinding three men sa right flank.

That's when Tyler emerged from the smoke like a phantom. Silent feet, sharp eyes. He kicked one attacker behind the knee, sabay buga ng second flash straight sa mukha ng iba. Sabay vanish ulit.

Tyler the Ghost. Distraction master. Sneak king. Kapag nawala siya sa paningin mo, expect may sumabog sa tabi mo in five seconds. Or worse-ikaw ang susunod niyang biktima.

"Right side collapsing!" Cassie called out, voice sharp.

She was above us-overwatch mode. Eyes everywhere. Sa kamay niya, hawak 'yung sonic disruptor niya. One push, and a high-frequency blast disoriented a group near the alley.

Cassie, codename Echo. She doesn't just lead-she calculates, breaks the field down like it's a math equation. Every move is backed by data, and she always knows what's coming next.

Gunfire erupted.

Max moved in, massive rifle at the ready. Every bullet was thunder-no misses, all impact. He cleared a path through the crowd with pure brute force.

Max is our heavy hitter. Wall of muscle and metal. Pero hindi lang basta paputok-lahat calculated. He protects, he pushes, he punishes. Walang makalapit kapag siya ang nasa harap.

"James, sa likod mo!" I shouted.

But he already knew.

In a blink, James turned and parried the attacker's blow, sabay counter sa leeg. The guy went limp.

Phantom Striker. My equal. My ghost twin. While I'm chaos and poison, he's silence and precision. We don't talk-we move together, naturally.

I flicked a needle into a guy's thigh-he screamed and collapsed, twitching.

My poison. My rules.

I'm Poison Killer. Every dose I throw is measured, exact. Just enough to take them down, not out. Yet.

And together?

We're not just a gang. We're a storm. We're vengeance. We're myth.

One team. One mission.
And this battlefield?

It's ours.

I caught a flash of motion to the side. It was James. Silently, efficiently, he took down enemy after enemy with a knife, his movements too fast to track. A knife-wielder came at him, but James was already behind him, finishing him off with a clean, silent blow. That's our edge-speed, then vanish.