A Story written by Therock5555…
That was insulting enough, a female took me hostage now she took the first blow, what was the importance of my training then. In fury I dash forward at her, head first with galloping steps, she side stepped me and kicked my bottom. Then removed the bullet cartridge from the gun. Facing me hand to hand.
I charged cleverly this time, throwing a fake punch with my left fist then thrust my right forward, she caught my both hands and twisted it painfully causing me to wince.
“Uh Uh boy, your trainers really did an awful job, even a child can easily fake that” she mocked at me.
“Not that awful Dear” I replied as I unlocked my arm, twisting hers in the process and gave her a mean kick to her guts, she winced in pain and rolled away. I was scared and angry at the same time, but at least to check out who she was, I dragged her shoulder over only to get pepper sprayed in both eyes, she punched my nose and staggered away as I rushed to the bathroom. When I came back she was sitting calmly on the open window panel.
“Now tell me who sent you?” I commanded.
“You would soon know boy, I was just testing your reflex skills which is zero, in the creed of assassins, your most special weapons should be stealth, observation and attentiveness. If only you observed well, you would have seen one misplaced ceiling board which I carelessly left, and you were not attentive when I dropped from the ceiling despite the fact that you saw a strange suitcase on the bed. If you manage to lack all this qualities, am not sure you would be able to kill Mr Sunday Ribandu nor leave Liberia without a part of your body missing because that man is well guarded. Anyway all the weapons you might need are in that suitcase. Make sure you put them into good use. And one more thing, don’t ever leave any evidence behind. Have a nice day Xavier, make sure you use a more secure beard next time if you don’t want to lose your cover” she said as she gave me an “Ok” sign and slipped out of the window.
“Wait, who are you?” I shouted as I ran to the window, she was no where in sight and it was the fifth floor. I ran to the mirror to check out my beard which was half torn out.
Gently I walked to the bed and picked up the case, as it flicked open, I saw an iron canister, face mask, a S&W Model .44 magnum gun and a silver pill. A note was tucked beneath it. I pulled it out and read.
“Good luck kid” that was all it said. No mention of what I was to do with the weapons I saw and the pill, the iron canister and the mask. I shook my head and laid down gently on the bed before sleep took me off to wonderland.
To Be Continued…