WARZONE

The Phone Call

CHAPTER-3

It's been a while since Mica saw Chrys in the flower shop. Things had fallen in the mundane momentum like before. Or so Mica thought.

Mica was doing the usual today. Arranging flowers and making sure the customers in the flower shop are pleased. It was already 6:45 p.m when she decided to call the day off. Mica liked going home before the night became too dark for her likings.

Mica was searching for the door keys inside her bag in front of her doorsteps. All of a sudden her phone started ringing. She held it in her hand and looked at the screen.

Unknown number

Mica knew who it was. They always call her when she least expects it. She quickly opened the door,got inside the house and received the call.

"Yes?",Mica was waiting for the familiar voice to answer. Give her the instructions.

"Club Del Lia. Mr. Jones. He will be there with his companions. Preferably will have security. They will be conducting a transaction with the head of an embassy,"the voice told Mica.

Mica listened. She knew what she had to do. She was just waiting for the voice to finish talking.

"They will be sharing heartfelt regards and congratulating each other by drinks and women. They will reach at 9:00 p.m", the voice continued.

"When do I go? I'll need 2 hours at least to prepare and reach,"said Mica in a stern voice.

"Yes. Leave as soon as possible when you finish the job. Your payment will be done before you reach your house," the voice confirmed Mica.

Mica was about to cut the call when the voice quickly said,"Oh! Also. Remember to shoot him in the middle of his forehead. Make sure to kill him in one shot."

"Done," Mica finished the conversation and put her phone aside. She quickly striped off her clothes and rushed to get a quick bath.

After she was done Mica wore a black tee and short denims that reached her thigh sin flattering way. She put on a black oversized coat but before that she didn't forget to load herself.

She quickly ran to her closet and opened an entire wardrobe of weapons. She took some bullets,a gun and a knife that seemed the type to cut human flesh and not vegetables. Mica didn't forget to wear her pendant as well.

She also wore huge black glasses and remembered to put on some basic makeup. Mica didn't want to look suspicious in a place full of dressed up men and women ready to party their life out.

Mica took out her car and opened the door when her phone started to ring. She glanced at it and then received the call.

"Mica," a woman's voice answered.
"Mom.I'll call you back soon. I need to go somewhere now," Mica answered and then cut the call.

Mica used to feel guilty for lying to her mother. However, she realized the only way to avoid lies is ignoring. Mica barely talks with her mother now. She sighed and quickly got in the car.

Mica drove off to the destination not expecting meet someone that she desired for.

Chrys on the other hand was getting ready. Getting ready to have the best day in his life. His friend Asya somehow convinced him to go to this club with her. He hasn't been having much fun in the past few days.

Chrys after finally decking himself up texted Asya.

--- I'll pick you up in 15 mins.

Asya replied with a short ok. Chrys left his house and drove off to her house. It really did take him 15 mins to reach her house. Asya was the most friendliest person in the entire world. At least that's what Chrys thought.

They both got in the car and drove off to the Club.

Mica entered the club where sweaty bodies were dancing and screaming their lungs out. To Mica it wasn't anything surprising. She kept that signature straight cold look on her face. Mica was looking around when she saw the target in a booth upstairs. She decided to get herself a drink before going into business.

Mica pushed through the crowd and reached the packed bar. The moment she was about to order her drink two dancing bodies collided with her abruptly that resulted in Mica crashing with a few glasses placed on the bar table.

"Watch it. Would you?" Mica said with a stern voice while brushing up her coat.

"Oh.Shit! I'm sorry. Are you okay?" replied a familiar masculine voice.

"Chrys. Goddamnit," Mica thought as soon as she looked up and made eye contact with the guy that nearly made her fall. Correction. With the guy that Mica fell for.