Chapter 3: The Calm Before The Storm
Frankie's anger boiled over, and he roughly shoved Delina to the ground, her exhausted body crumpling beneath her.
He strode over to the purse, rummaging through it to claim the 5000 nans and her phone, which he pocketed with a smirk. As he turned to continue his plunder, his son, fueled by rage and a desire for revenge, escaped his mother's hold and rushed to the kitchen, grabbed a fork with a fierce cry, and lunged at Frankie.
Frankie, still fixated on his wife's purse, was caught off guard by his son's sudden attack. Enraged and feeling disrespected, he swiftly grabbed the boy's hand, twisting it with brutal force, causing the fork to clatter to the floor. With a swift, powerful punch to the stomach, Frankie sent his son crashing to the ground, writhing in agony.
Frankie's anger still simmering, he rubbed his hair, a gesture of annoyance, before spitting at his son with contempt. He then stormed into the room, ransacking it with reckless abandon, claiming an additional 20,000 nans from his wife's savings and snatching some of her precious jewelry to pawn. Leaving the room in disarray, he dashed back out, his anger still palpable.
As he approached his wife, he spat at her again, his disdain evident, whispering "Fucking bitch". Without a second glance at his wife or son, his exit was a whirlwind of anger and malice, he flung open the door, letting it crash against the wall as he stormed out, the sound echoing through the apartment complex.
As the night's darkness dissipated, the sky transformed, and the sun rose, casting a bright glow over the scene. By 9:00 am, the streets came alive with people going about their daily routines. Shops and kiosks bustled with activity, their vendors peddling their wares opposite the apartment complex. A group of rough-looking thugs congregated at the Bondit's bar across the street, their rowdy laughter and shouts filling the air. Nearby, the enticing aroma of fried chicken wafted from Chicken Berger's fast food joint.
Just as the morning was unfolding, a sleek convoy turned heads. Two black Wrangler jeeps, one leading and one trailing, flanked a vibrant pink Ferrari, its color commanding attention. The procession cruised towards the apartment, leaving onlookers – particularly those in the kiosks, shops, and bar – agog with wonder and shock. The air was electric with curiosity, as whispers spread about the identity of the high-rollers behind the luxurious vehicles.
As the convoy came to a halt in front of the apartment, a group of children playing nearby couldn't help but gawk. "Wow, look at those cars!" one child exclaimed. Another child pointed out the Ferrari, "That one's worth 10 million, I'm telling you!" The first child's eyes widened in awe.
Meanwhile, Kelly emerged from the Ferrari, her red Short Sleeve Drawstring Sexy Party Bodycon Slit Dress and expensive jewelry making a statement. Her stoic expression and entourage of security detail commanded attention. The group of women running a nearby kiosk couldn't help but feel a pang of resentment, "Naa soo!!! She's living large while we struggle to make ends meet."
As Kelly and her female security detail hastily entered the apartment, a team of four heavily armed men, clad in bulletproof gear, exited the last jeep. They swiftly secured the perimeter, blocking the entrance to prevent any unwanted visitors. The thugs at the nearby bar, fueled by alcohol and malice, watched with interest, but dared not intervene.
As Kelly ascended the entrance staircase, she paused at a small stall to her right, where Madam Madelyn, the apartment's landlady, greeted her with a warm smile. Kelly's response was a calculated, insincere smile, accompanied by a hug. "Madam Madelyn, how are you? I hope business is thriving and there's been no trouble. And how is your family, especially that rambunctious son of yours?"
As they exchanged pleasantries, Kelly's female security detail , stood watchful, their eyes scanning the surroundings, their movements subtle yet intimidating. Madam Madelyn, seemingly oblivious to the tension, responded with gratitude, "If not for your...generosity, where would we be? My father's business is flourishing, thanks to your...assistance."
Kelly's expression showed concern, despite the compliments, "Madam Madelyn, what's the situation?" Kelly asked, her tone firm but laced with concern. "How's my sister? Has Frankie been causing trouble?" Madam Madelyn's expression turned grave. "Frankie's been wreaking havoc, Kelly. He's been drinking, and... well, you know how he gets." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Delina's been hiding the bruises, but I've seen them. And Dennis... poor child, he's terrified of his own father."
Kelly's eyes narrowed. "How long has this been going on?"
Madam Madelyn hesitated, glancing around nervously. "Months, Kelly. But it's getting worse. Frankie's debts are piling up, and he's taking it out on Delina and Dennis."
Kelly's anger finally surfaced, and she thanked Madam Madelyn curtly, "I'll take care of it, Madam Madelyn. Thank you for telling me." before beckoning her female security detail to follow her. They hastened towards the room, their urgency palpable. Some neighbors, sensing the tension, hastily closed their doors, while others parted to let them pass. Kelly's gaze softened briefly as she patted a young child on the head along the way, eliciting a smile, before her focus returned to the situation at hand.
As they reached the apartment, the scene unfolded before them. The sitting room was in disarray, and Kelly's sister and son lay motionless on the floor, the aftermath of the previous night's events still evident.
Kelly burst into the sitting room, her eyes widening in shock. "What the fuck...?" she trailed off, rushing to her sister's side without hesitation. Diana, one of Kelly's trusted bodyguards, swiftly assessed Delilah, then reassured her, "Ma'am, she's okay, thank God we arrived in time. It's just a fever, nothing more." Kelly's relief was palpable as she took deep breaths, her gaze then shifting to Dennis, who lay unconscious, clutching his left chest. If Diana's husband's punch had landed just a few inches closer, it would have been fatal. Kelly's maternal instincts took over as she rushed to Dennis' side, embracing him tightly while still squatting.
Kelly's eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at Dennis. "Dennis, my boy, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. Oh God." She fell to her knees, overcome with emotion, before composing herself and turning to Diana, her trusted bodyguard. "Diana, what do you think happened to him?".
Diana swiftly assessed Dennis's injuries. "Cracked rib, possible internal bruising. We need to get him medical attention ASAP." Kelly's eyes narrowed, anger and worry etched on her face. Diana took a step back, sensing the danger. But Kelly's face softened as she reached out to reassure her. "Okay, Diana. You and Debbie need to find out what's going on. Tell Bobby and Baldi to check the bar, see if Frankie's goons are talking. You know what to do."
Delby nodded, understanding the unspoken threat. "What if no one talks?".
Kelly's smile was cold, calculating. "You know the drill. Kelly's composure cracked, revealing a depth of emotion. "Diana, get the best medical team here now. I'll handle Frankie." Her voice was laced with steel. Diana nodded again, then whispered to Debby, who nodded in agreement. The two women quickly exited the room and the apartment, leaving Kelly and her remaining female security detail to guard the door and search the house.
With Kelly's command, Diana and Debbie swiftly exited the room, their athletic builds evident as they moved with purpose. Diana, tall and lean, and Debbie, shorter but with a more muscular physique, ignored the whispers and curious glances from the occupants as they focused on their mission. Upon reaching the entrance, they found Jacky, a seasoned security expert clad in bulletproof gear and a tactical backpack, waiting for them. His rugged, muscular build and imposing presence commanded attention.
As Diana and Debbie relayed Kelly's message, Jacky nodded curtly, then motioned to Kadu and Ben, two of his team members, to join him. The three of them set off towards the bar, their sub-machine guns at the ready. Passersby and vendors watched in a mix of fear and fascination as the group moved with a sense of deadly purpose, their presence sparking a wave of panic. Parents rushed to protect their children, shop owners scrambled to lock up, and some individuals sought escape routes, while others lingered, morbidly curious about the impending confrontation.
Hours have passed since Kelly's arrival. Debbie and Diana arrived at CMSC, a private security company, hummed with its activity. Their mission briefing is clear: extract Suzuki, a high-profile actress, from the clutches of Frankie's associates. As they approached the company entrance, they were halted at a checkpoint. Debbie, donning a brown Nadja jacket and white sleeveless shirt, lowered her window to interact with the security personnel.
Jade, a striking woman with a toned physique, emerged from the checkpoint, wearing a matching Nadja jacket, white sleeveless shirt, and black cargo pants. Her black sunglasses and SWAT mini k-gun added to her formidable appearance. She approached Debbie's window, expectantly holding out her hand. Debbie produced her ID Card from her pocket, then collected Diana's ID Card before handing them over to Jade. Jade took the IDs and retreated to the guard booth to verify their credentials.
Casie, the second woman, completed her search and scan, then entered the guard booth, placing the metal detector on the counter beside a computer and scanning device. She methodically scanned the ID Cards, verifying their authenticity on the computer monitor. Jade, meanwhile, scrutinized the cards and the monitor, ensuring the information matched.
Satisfied, Jade gazed out of the guard booth's open window, studying Debbie and Diana's faces. Casie, now finished, approached the checkpoint barrier's handle. Jade returned the ID Cards to Debbie, nodding in approval. Debbie collected the cards, saluted, and pocketed them, then handed Diana hers. With the checkpoint barrier raised by Casie, Debbie drove into the cmsc security company, as Jade smiled and moved to halt the next incoming vehicle.
As they rolled into the parking lot, surrounded by other rugged jeeps, Debbie killed the engine. Debbie reached for the door handle, but Diana's grip on her arm stopped her cold. "Time's not on our side," Diana urged. "We need to move on this today, or Frankie'll catch wind and come at us with guns blazing." We can't afford to lose the element of surprise." Diana's voice was low and urgent, her eyes scanning the perimeter.
Debbie nodded curtly. "Roger that."
With swift efficiency, Diana worked her iPhone, dialing a number as Debbie watched with an intensity that bordered on obsession. The line rang, and then a sultry voice answered. "Lauda."
Diana's tone was crisp, all business. "We need you and Byepat. Now!!. Madam's got a job that requires your particular set of skills."
Lauda's voice dripped with anticipation. "I'm on it. I'll bring Byepat."
Debbie's expression softened, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Good girl, Lauda. We'll be waiting."
Debbie and Diana waited patiently in the car, their eyes fixed on the entrance. Lauda burst into view, her vibrant energy infectious. Byepat followed, her nerdy demeanor a stark contrast, her backpack slung over her shoulder.
As they approached the car, Lauda flung open the door and enveloped Debbie and Diana in a warm hug, her happiness palpable. Byepat smiled serenely, settling into the seat beside her.
With their team assembled, they set off towards their destination, Thier mission codenamed "Invisible Mode". Their exit from the parking lot led them through a formidable black gate, flanked by two guard booths. A man and woman, clad in bulletproof vests, scrutinized each departing vehicle with an air of stern intensity. The man grasped a submachine gun, while the woman stood poised, her eyes scanning the surroundings. Two towers loomed above, each mounting a turret gun manned by women with an unnerving focus.
Once clear of the gate, they made their way to the sprawling Mast Aire Airport, a former federal hub now privatized. Their mission was to extract Suzan, aka Suzuki, a high-profile actress.
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