Operation SK ✔️

Female Figure

Ugh, Teresa thought.

She didn't want to run yet here she was. Jogging at 5 am in the morning like a freak. She had hired a taxi from Sacramento to San Jose at 3 am. Her aim was to roam the streets and get to know it before coming up with a plan. Reports stated that the notorious gang was mainly spotted in the Almaden Valley. Hence that's where she got off. It had taken less than two hours to reach her destination.

She had hoped to get some sleep in on the way, but the driver seemed like a very suspicious man. He had one shining gold tooth among his upper front teeth. Occasionally, he peeked at the rearview mirror only to give her a creepy smile. It bothered Teresa a lot, and she couldn't use the cop card on him. So, sleep came to her in temporal naps.

Teresa travelled the unknown streets in a pair of shorts and a jacket with red coloured earphones plugged in. No music played in her ears.

It was a cool and cloudless morning. The streets stank of danger, even though they were empty. The roads were unpaved in places, and she often found herself tripping over a peeking pebble. The dusty lanes were lined with a few houses when and plenty of trees. It could have been pretty if not for her mission and the mist. As she walked and wandered about, there were no more houses. It was just trees and lonely streets.

It was a depressing day already.

Navigating her way through the foggy lanes, she continued to run in search of anything interesting when she saw a couple of men smoking before her. It was difficult to figure them out from where she stood due to the lack of sunlight and the fog.

She moved closer and observed herself approaching four guys out of which two were lean, and the other two were just as bulkier. There was one such man who looked absolutely nerve-wracking. His arms bulged out to the width of an elephant's trunk.

If he hits me, I'll go soaring high.

Teresa squinted her eyes as she tried to make out who those boys exactly were, but she could barely see their faces clearly. As she continued to tread carefully towards them, all she managed to see was the figurine of a dagger poking out of the t-shirts of one of the lanky men.

Bingo, she grinned.

She began jogging at their direction, pretending to be oblivious to their existence despite her heart beating at the speed of light. She wore no warm clothes. It was a full-sleeved thin top and a pair of track pants. The chilly morning air cut through her clothes and hit her harshly. Teresa gritted her teeth and moved on. One of the men noticed her and whistled, which she ignored with a poker face.

They blocked her path smoothly without being obvious as she reached them.

"Excuse me," she said with a bit of an attitude.

The lanky guy with the dagger tattoo tugged her earphones out of her ears with a finger. Teresa sensed him smiling.

"You excuse us. Use the other lane," he spoke with confidence.

How she wished she could step on him right there and then.

In a swift motion, she kicked the guy's legs from under him. He would have hit his head on the bricks placed precariously on the road had she not caught him by the wrist at the last moment.

I'd rather not add another name to my kill list just yet.

"I was hoping you could let me use this lane itself," she smirked.

Then she let him go. The boy fell, but he didn't hurt himself fatally. The other three men stared down at her, and she instinctively rolled her sleeves up defensively. If it came down to the worst, she was almost confident that she'd be able to take down the other lean guy, but the bulky bulldozers worried her.