Capítulo 9: The Airport Gambit
Suzanna and her entourage entered into the airport's exclusive VIP restroom, successfully evading the prying eyes of the undercover EAE Intelligence agents. The restroom was another ostentatious display of the airport's wealth and splendor, a testament to the luxurious treatment reserved for valued VIP clients and distinguished associaties.
In the airport, Jade - ever-vigilant and wise beyond detection, with an air of quiet authority, swiftly assessed the situation. As Suzanna and her entourage disappeared into the VIP restroom inner lounge, Jade discreetly signaled two of Suzanna's female security detail to secure the entrance. They nodded curtly, acknowledging her command, and assumed positions at the entrance.
Suzanna and her manager had vanished from sight, indicating they had retreated into the inner lounge of the restroom.
The restroom's opulent walkway, adorned with crystal chandeliers and marble floors, unfolded before them, featuring a stunning glass installation on the wall - a masterpiece showcasing unparalleled wealth and craftsmanship. A row of sleek sinks lined the area, each accompanied by exquisite faucets that seemed to gleam with precision engineering. At either end of the glass wall, sleek hand dryers and tissue dispensers stood sentinel, alongside gleaming hand sanitizer dispensers.
Across from the sinks, majestic glass doors shimmered with luxury, potentially leading to exclusive inner lounges. But Lauda's gaze lingered briefly, then shifted elsewhere.
Lauda surveyed the opulent restroom, her expression disapproving. As someone who valued simplicity, she saw this luxury as excessive. 'Waste of wealth,' she muttered, revealing her anti-materialistic stance.
Debbie, meanwhile, admired herself in the glass, oblivious to Lauda's disdain.
Jade, sensing something amiss, approached the pair with a purposeful stride.
Debbie noticed Jade's intent and swiftly rose from the Glass-Topped Stool, positioning herself between Jade and Lauda.
Maintaining her undercover facade, Debbie concealed her growing unease.
Lauda remained unfazed, her gaze never wavering. With a subtle wave, she signaled Debbie to step aside.
Debbie's eyes narrowed, her outrage hidden behind a mask of composure. She relinquished her position, her movements fluid.
Jade, now facing Lauda, paused, assuming a poised stance that belied her sharp instincts. A fleeting glance at Lauda preceded a nod of acknowledgement and a subtle smile.
Lauda met Jade's gaze, her eyes unwavering, a silent challenge issued.
Jade: "You really are something."
Lauda, aware her cover was blown, laughed amiably. Jade joined in, drawing a perplexed glance from Debbie.
"Seriously, what's going on, guys? Can you fill me in?" Debbie asked.
Jade's eyes locked onto Lauda's. 'You're not who you claim to be, are you?'
Lauda, anticipating this, smiled wryly. "I really expected this. You're someone who meets my specs. I thought a security detail boss would be proud and aloof... but you're different."
Debbie's eyes widened, her jaw slackening. Her gaze locked onto Lauda's, then Jade's, her brow furrowed in alarm, as if wondering how their undercover had been exposed.
Lauda's gaze locked onto Jade's, accompanied by a disapproving tsk. "So, you're not going to tell me. Expected."
At the waiting room, the tension intensified as the two EAE Intelligence agents realized their mission was being hindered. They were being toyed with, and their progress was stalled.
The female EAE intelligence agent expression darkened, her anger and frustration evident. "This is ridiculous," she muttered.
As they struggled to regain momentum, the male agent touched his earpiece, and Victor's voice crackled through, laced with frustration:
"What the fuck are these fuckers?" he spat, slamming his fist on the monitor.
On-screen, Suzanna and her entourage appeared to enter the VIP restroom, but the static feeds revealed the truth: they were being fed looped footage, further obstructing their mission.
Victor's anger boiled over as he smashed his fist into a nearby console, sending a nearby agent scrambling.
Byepat, a brilliant hacker, smiled triumphantly in her distant tech-setup room. Her eyes sparkled as her fingers flew across the keyboard, manipulating the surveillance feed.
The female agent beside Victor mustered the courage to ask, "Sir, just send me to do it; I deliver exceptional results."
Victor's voice responded, "We need your expertise here."
She nodded glumly, her face betraying a hunger for action.
Moments after discovering the manipulated feed, Victor's frustration boiled over as he watched the doctored footage on the monitor. "What the fuck are these fuckers?" he spat, slamming his fist on the console.
On-screen, Suzanna and her entourage appeared frozen in time, the static feed masking Byepat's clever tampering.
Detective Diana, clad in her uniform, entered the airport with a confident smirk. Her arrival caught the attention of the two undercover EAE Intelligence agents.
The male agent, disguised as airport security, swiftly informed Victor, but the female agent, disguised as a spoiled heiress, raised an eyebrow in skepticism.
Victor gave a reassuring thumbs-up before dispatching them. The plan shifted: the male agent would tail Diana, now stepping into an elevator, while the female agent tracked Suzanna and her entourage.
Byepat continued monitoring the feeds, her skills crucial to the mission's success.
With curt nods, the agent's acknowledged their missions.
Back to Jade, Lauda, and Debbie, engrossed in their drama. Suddenly, an eerie silence fell outside the door. Lauda's instincts kicked in.
With calculated precision, the female EAE intelligence agent, disguised as a spoiled heiress, swept into the restroom entrance, her entourage shadowing her every move. The air thickened with anticipation. Her piercing gaze scanned the area, her silence commanding attention.
Spotting the restroom door Suzanna and her group are in, she sprang into action. A cleaner passed by, pushing a cart filled with cleaning supplies. The agent swiftly intercepted the cleaner, pressing a wad of cash into their hand.
"50,000 Nans," she whispered.
The cleaner's weary expression transformed into shock, then delight. "Really? That much?" The cleaner pocketed the cash and hastily departed.
The agent's eyes locked onto suzanna's group. "It's showtime."
With precision, she signaled her team.
The female EAE intelligence agent, posing as a spoiled heiress, swiftly changed into the cleaner's uniform, her undercover security detail keeping vigilant watch.
With a nod of acknowledgement from her security detail, she pushed the cart filled with cleaning supplies toward the restroom where Suzanna and her entourage were secluded.
As the two female security details secured the door to the opulent VIP restroom - a lavish walkway flanked by doors that exuded wealth and splendor, typically reserved for the elite, with doors opposite each other lining the lengthy passageway - they noticed a cleaner approaching.
A Few Minutes Prior...
The female EAE intelligence operative, disquised as the cleaner, pushed her cart toward the entrance door leading to the restroom. A young male airport security, distracted by his phone, sat nearby, securing the door.
"You aren't supposed to be here," he said firmly, eyes narrowing. "Wetin you dey find here?"
"Sorry, oga, VIP customer need me inside," the cleaner replied, feigning desperation.
The security's expression turned skeptical. He raised his phone to alert his supervisor.
The cleaner stopped the cart halfway, collected the cleaning materials she needed, and discreetly grabbed a compact pistol with silencer hidden among the items. With a pitiful expression, she lamented, "Ah, Jesus! Dem go kill me if I no reach there on time! These VIP people no get patience!"
As she wailed, she hastily grabbed the materials and pistol and started running toward the door, desperate to escape the security's notice.
"Wait—" he tried to say, swiftly ending the call halfway to block her path, but she was too fast.
She swiftly aimed the pistol and fired three muted shots.
The silencer muffled the sound, but the impact was deadly. The security's eyes widened as bullets tore into his chest. The phone slipped from his grasp to the floor, and he collapsed beside it, lifeless.
Without hesitation, she calmly walked back to the cart, dropped the materials and pistol into it, concealing the evidence. A sly smirk crossed her face.
"Forgotten something," she whispered to herself.
With newfound composure, she pushed the cart toward the door and slipped inside, disappearing into the VIP restroom's opulent depths.
The camera above the door captured only a fleeting glimpse of her calculated escape.
The restroom soon becoming a battleground.
Action unfolding.
Stay tuned.
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