𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑭𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑫 | four, six underground.

i. DON'T RUN OVER THE NUNS

Four months prior,

Florence, Italy.

     Bang. Went Iris' bubblegum. The petite girl lent against her modern motorcycle, lazily blowing bubbles like a child. Running her gentle, small hand through her silk hair. Basking, like a feline, in the warm rays beating down on her like.

     The historic Florence architecture laid out in front of her eyes seemed carefully, skilfully, tediously crafted. Not a handmade brick, not a fragrant flower, not a milky white cloud out of place. Iris was waiting. Waiting for her headset to snap back into life. That would be her cue. Promptly getting anxious, she impatiently examined her watch. 

"Please hurry up." She mumbled in her prominent Australian accent.

     As if a god answered her private prayer, the headset crackled into life. Iris emitted a content smile as she climbed onto her sleek, neon green motorcycle. Unaware, of the glorious clusterfuck her team was escaping out of. She ran her hands up her hair, pulling the chocolatey stands into a high, loose ponytail. Securing with a black hair tie.

     A merciless bullet had just punched its way into Two. Naturally, this caused a gaping hole in the woman's stomach. A warm, crimson, thick pool of blood vigorously cascaded out of the french woman as the team retreated to the sports car.

      That's when Iris heard the static. That's when her mission began.

"Where did the guys come from?" An aggravated Two snarled. "You said you were covering the door."

"I was covering the door." One snapped back. "You were shot through a window."

"Such an amateur show."

"Oh. An amateur show?" One continued. "I know, you got shot through a window."

"Six what's going on. Did Two get fucking shot?" Iris butted into the petty bickering.

     The bright, neon green Alfa Romeo was now speeding noisily down the peaceful streets of Florence, a pumped up Six gripped tightly at the wheel. 

"Zero, yeah she got shot in the stomach I think. Where are you babe?" The man asked, he found it funny to call her babe or baby since he was only a month or so older than the girl. Their little joke.

"Wherever you want me to be." Replied the girl.

"Oh. Well, what if that place wa-"

"She meant she will come to us asshat." Yelled One.

"Nah. Six got it right, actually." Zero smirked.

"Guess I'll be seeing you tonight then." Six joked.

"Will you two shut the actual fuck up."

     Iris chuckled as she finally zipped up her bulletproof leather jacket. The protective black fabric hugged her body perfectly. After slipping on her matching green helmet, she tapped the left side twice. This brought up a digital map.

    God I love technology.

     The map, located on the face shield, had colour coded trackers for all her teammates. It took her no time to locate the four dots. Speeding down the peaceful, photographic Florence streets. Now, the girl grew anxious. She was backup, only called for if things got messy. 

     The girl would soon find out, shit got messy.

"-maybe mafia friends or something." Rushed a chaotic One. "The point is, we got this. That's all that matters." 

     Five warned everyone in the vehicle, she was about to retrieve the bullet from Two. Through the shouts of protest from a strangely squeamish six, she picked up her surgical tools in order to locate and retrieve the bullet from woman's wound.