บท 32: 32 - Mission
We turned to the origin of the voice. The old man drew himself toward us with a cane, with the help of a woman in a maid outfit, "Who are you all, and what are you doing in my house? Wasn't my bodyguard guarding it?"
Jieung-yong scratched his head, "That's was the actual bodyguard? Oh man, you should have better protection."
"I'm going to ask again. What are you doing in my house? If you're from the police, let me tell you that exposing forgery art pieces isn't a crime."
"You can stop the bullshit. Nadine Ndongo told us you had the Dragon of De Gaulle." Jieiung-yon said.
David -well, the Puma, as we were in a professional setting- unleashed his shining saber, "Any call to make before taking your last breath?"
He threw his hands up in the air and knelt, "No, don't do that, please... Micheline, help me,"
His maid pulled up a gun from her dress and shot at us. Jieung-yong reciprocated with his own gun. Glass all around us broke in an endless rain of sharp droplets. We hid from the deadly rain behind furniture. This mission risked being hard. These people were prepared.
Damn. The mobster word was scary.
Wei put his mask on and grabbed his own weapon, "What are you waiting for, Song-ho? Shoot!"
The glass shards cut through their skin and revealed the red liquid hidden in all of us. The pain didn't stop any of them to stop the fight. But I... I... I kept on hiding, waiting for everything to stop by itself.
The gunshots stopped after a strangled voice. The maid fell on the ground, eyes wide open.
The Turquoise Queen cracked her fingers, visibly not horrified by the dead body of the person she visibly killed, "You're three grown-up men and still unable to do your job? Pathetic." She got off the stairs of the apartment, without caring about the glass shards on the floor.
"What are you doing here?" Wei said.
"Didn't you listen? Our clans work together. And we have to bring this shiny thingy." She raised her muscular leg and broke the glass protecting the Dragon's Breath in one smooth blow.
At this rate, she was going to damage the gem!
Just when I thought it was over for us, the Puma's leg blocked the Queen's. I looked at the scene happening before me with wide eyes. Was any of them devoid of feeling the pain of being stabbed by multiple glass shards?
"Thank you, Shuri, but we're bringing this to our Boss."
"No problem. But you'll have to take it from me, David." She kicked the gem up in the air, before our baffled eyes. If it broke or anything. We would be dead. So dead.
"I have a codename, so I'll appreciate you calling me by that."
"What? I can't hear you! You want me to call you my kitty cat?"
"Okay. David was better," He caught the Dragon's Breath, but the one named 'Shuri' snatched him right from his hands.
As they were juggling with a priceless masterpiece (and our lives), Jieung-yong clenched his fist :
"Why us she so familiar with him?" He lept from nowhere and shoved the Queen.
The Dragon's Breath, flying in the air one last time, was now falling. My life flashed before my eyes.
The jewel was going to crash on the floor, when a hand belonging to no one here, grabbed it.
That person holding the jewel had a teared up sleeve. The kind of sleeve I would never forget.
"Police!" I shouted.
Everyone shot bullets at them, but they began to run away.
Wei pushed my back, "Song-ho fuck! Do something!"
Crap! You wanted me to do something? Well, I'll do it. I ran toward the policeman, gun in hand.
They threw the gem in the air, and I jumped to seize it. I landed on the floor, with a minor cut on my skin, but with a protected gem on my hands. Perfect. That was perfect. I raised my head to take a look at the policeman, but they already disappeared.
"No! We had them!" Jieung-yong took David's hands in his, "Well. At least, we can have free time instead of fighting like that. We'll be off hacking phones."
And they got out of the flat like that as if they didn't just get close to death.
The Turquoise Queen exited the flat too, "Keep the rock. But you only win this round, okay?"
"Why are they all acting like the mission is done?" Wei aimed the barrel of his gun at Francis Chauvel, still moving.
"He is wounded! You're not going to..."
"No, I won't. You'll do it," Wei brought me close to him, 'Boss was right. You're nothing yet but a coward."
"I'm not a...!" No, he was right, "But he's only an old man. His death isn't necessary."
"I don't care about his death. Your ability to kill is way more necessary. Do you want to go back to that room? If Boss know that you failed at killing the policeman twice, you'll be punished. Make up for it."
I tightened my grip on my gun with my right hand and held it with my left. I raised my weapon, aiming at Mr. Chauvel's forehead.
"Stop shaking that much, you're going to mess up." He grabbed my shoulder and held my hand in his.
Thoughts of his warm hands overwhelmed me. Thoughts of his close face, his close lips, and thoughts of the sweet words he told me as a woman...
No. I couldn't think about this. Not now.
"Yeah, you're steady now. Press the trigger now. Imagine he has no face. It's just a mannequin."
A mannequin, a mannequin without a face. Right; this wasn't Francis, begging me to spare his life with teary eyes. That was a mannequin mocking me. Telling me to go back to the White Room!
I pressed the trigger.
After his last breath, he died on the spot. Adrenaline tingles up my back to the tip of my fingers; I did it. Boss couldn't punish me anymore.
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