She's got that gangster vibe

Prologue

It was burning.

Every inch of it.

Enormous puffs of smoke arose into the sky. Years and years of hard work was burnt to ashes in one night. Numerous sets of eyes stared at the mesmerizing flames dancing before them. One would have expected the fire alarm to go off as soon as the fire lit. But how could it, when it was purposely detached, all according to the plan. Not a single scream for help sounded from the building. That was probably because they were all dead, more like shot dead. The fire was simply to cover up the mess of blood and soulless bodies that lay in there. The spectators were quite pleased with themselves, having executed the plan flawlessly. After all, they were assigned a new captain who was a perfectionist and without a doubt, one of the most dangerous henchmen in the country.

"It's done boss" the captain spoke on the phone.

"Very well" replied a gruff voice from the other side of the call. "I'm surprised you were able to manage the mission with those bunch of morons in your team. That too, in your first try" he added sounding impressed

"Well they are a handful and quite...what do you call it...." he glanced at the man standing next to him, searching for the right word. He was using his sniper riffle as a bat to hit the pebbles bowled by another man standing few feet away. "...undertrained I suppose. Doesn't matter, I can discipline them in no time"

The gruff voice chuckled "Confidence huh. Let's see if you can keep that up"

Just then one of the team members came racing up to him. "Martin! My man! I don't know how it happened I thought he was dead I shot him right through the heart man" he panted pointing at his right shoulder "But he has escaped big time. He just drove out of the parking lot in a black Ford man" Martin put a hand on his temple and massaged it.

"Well well well looks like you have a situation there Martin." the voice on the phone said

"Boss I can fix-"

"I was quite impressed of your performance today. But it looks like even you aren't capable of handling them." he said leaving Martin speechless. A minute of silence stretched through the call. "I'll give you one more chance." the voice finally spoke "Make sure you get rid of all the evidence" the call ended with that and Martin let out a sigh of relief. He pocketed his phone and glared at the bearer of bad news.

"Milo, how many guys did I ask you take care of" he asked, clearly frustrated.

"One" he quietly answered looking down

"He was SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD WHY ISN'T HE DEAD?" he spat all over his face

"I-I'm sorry man I thou-"

"Shut up! NOT-ANOTHER-WORD. Go after him and make sure you kill him this time! By the way, this is where the heart is" he pointed at his left chest "This is called shoulder. Nobody will die if you shoot them here" he poked his right shoulder.

"That makes more sense" Milo said still looking down.

"What are you waiting for? Go!" he yelled and they all scrambled to their vehicles.

They really are a bunch of morons he thought as he made his way towards his navy M5.

*

The black beat up Ford sped at 80mph, rushing past the empty dark road in the middle of the woods. The driver kept glancing at the rare view mirrors nervously, checking to see if he was being followed. He had very quietly crept to the car from the lab, his heart ,beating like a hammer in his chest. He was relieved that he hadn't been noticed. But the moment he switched on the ignition, he was spotted. Despite his hands shaking like crazy, he somehow slipped from the parking lot, creating a safe distance between them.