Chapter 13: Three-month-old Beretta

“Show me your moves, ESMERALDA!”

Standing on one foot with my right one sitting on the frame of a window, my bow lying on my leg, I grin as I watch carefully at the scene inside my Gandiva’s telescopic sight.

The target is stunned on her two feet, probably pissing her pants in this blood bath. The idiot is standing a few meters in front of her with an iron stick in hand. Heavy breathing, she’s dripping in blood from head to toes, ruining the efforts we did in cleaning and ironing her black suit.

Yet, she comes out unscratched… You did a good job, DIANA.

With a finger on the trigger, I aim for the target’s legs.

This is a bad habit of mine, I can’t help but toy with people like her.

I want to smash your condescending smile since the moment I first saw you.

Yet, the moment I was about to shoot, a low scratching sound from somewhere nearby and the smell of smoke distract me.

I give a look behind.

I’m positioned in front of a small rectangular window from an office in a 10-floor building, the press conference taking place right in front of it, at the last floor of a slightly smaller one.

There is only a large desk with a computer and some folders filled with papers scattered all around between me and the door.

With just a look, my instincts tell me I can’t pursue my mission.

“Finish the job.” I say with regrets in my earphone.

“What’s going on, Schwa?”

I restrain myself from answering Abhi.

Someone else is there.

I was thinking I already took my revenge with the helicopter guys but I might get proven wrong in a minute.

The door in front of me gets suddenly blown away by the shell of a powerful shotgun.

I quickly change position and hide behind the desk, waiting without a sound for the situation to clear.

“Good evening, Miss! What the heck is this lack of greetings? I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” Exclaims the deep and strong voice of a middle-aged man, that almost sounds like a scolding uncle.

Does he know me? I mean… I must admit I’m somehow famous in the underground world but it’s been a while since my previous mission and I didn’t expect anyone to be looking for me here.

“Who are you?” I ask carefully.

“Oh, come on! You forgot about me! What a cruel woman you are, and here I thought we liked each other!”

I raise an eyebrow but I can’t seem to recall who that voice belongs to.

I’ve seduced a bunch of dangerous guys for missions in the past so I can’t tell who is who anymore.

“Where did we meet?” I ask him, ready to jump and shoot.

Heavy footsteps and the tinkling of metal echo in the office and stop right in front of the desk.

“You killed some of my friends again, but I finally caught you, White Snake of India.”

All my hairs rise on my head.

From all the names I could get attributed with, that was the one I couldn’t stand most.

I freeze, with my head spinning. A bunch of hellish pictures come dancing in front of my eyes: The scorching sun, dehydrating bodies, mouths tasting like sand. The smell of dried dirt and nauseating polluted water. Sheltering oneself under a pile of plastic garbage. Steeling minds and pressing the triggers. 10, 20, 50, 100000 times, machine guns, rifles, shotguns, knives, hands, flags, water, “anything is a weapon in the Punjab desert…” The sound of heavy footsteps along the tingling of a metal chain. Shotgun shells dropping on the ground. Flamethrowers howling and calcinating villages. The cries and wails of women and children. Stone constructions with “school” inscribed on it exploding. The moon, a boat, a river and smoke. Fireworks. Not wanting to hear anymore, screaming, running, jumping in the water, drowning, coughing, spitting, drying, crying, stealing food, vomiting, playing with snakes, falling from a plane with a bomb in hand, praying for the parachute to never open, wishing for an abrupt and painless death.

How did they find me here? There were absolutely no traces of my presence in this world left. I literally died there, this name, Vritra, died there!!

“You…”

I hear the clicks of his shotgun reload just above my head.

If I don’t react now, he’s going to blow the desk off with me behind.

“Your past will never leave you.”

Yet, the moment he casts this spell on me, the floor suddenly crumbles and crashes in a deafening noise.

 

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EPISODE 5: EPHEMERAL

 

Communications with Boobies are stopped.

“Abhi, do you know what’s going on with her?”

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“No idea, if there’s anyone else inside her building, they’re invisible from my heat signals. I’ll find a way to help her, you focus on getting rid of our target.”

ESMERALDA is standing just a few meters in front of me. Her look in the vague with all the people defending her dead, killing her mercilessly now almost seems unfair.

I walk slowly toward my knife and lean forward to grab it-

BAM!

She took her Beretta out and threatens me with it.

She didn’t hit me but I’m defenseless in such an open area.

“What do you want of me?” She asks.

“What?”

“I SAID, ‘WHAT DO YOU WANT OF ME?!’ WHY CAN’T YOU LET ME KILL AN OLD FART WHO GOT NO FRIEND, A MURDERER WHO KILLED HIS OWN SON?!”

What the hell is she talking about? Did the grandpa kill his son?

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I respond.

She shoots near my face, “STOP MESSING WITH ME! WHY DID YOU TRAP ME HERE, WHAT DO YOU WANT? WHY CAN’T YOU LET ME HAVE MY REVENGE? NOBODY CARES ABOUT THAT GUY!”

I put a hand on my chin and think really hard on what to answer.

“We were offered a huge bunch of money for your head, nothing personal really. If you offered us more to kill the old man, we would do it instead, but I doubt you can afford his capital. Life is a bitch for the broke ass like us.” I shrug. I always dreamed of saying that ‘nothing personal’ catchphrase.

But ESMERALDA gets furthermore exasperated and cries, “WHY WOULD HE PAY YOU TO KILL ME! I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING TO HIM! HE KILLED HIS OWN SON AND PAYS TO KILL HIS DAUGHTER-IN-LAW! WHAT KIND OF HUMAN BEING IS THAT?! PAYING FOR PEOPLE TO DIE?!!!”

“But isn’t that exactly what you do?”

“What?!” ESMERALDA’s face grows dark.

“I mean, you literally put a lot of money and energy into killing that old man, right? Even a dummy like me can get that much. He might have killed his son and that’s kinda lame but even if he asks someone else to do the dirty job, you’re just the same as him. If you have some regrets now, you should have thought about it and not becoming the enemy of a billionaire who has all the means necessary to get rid of you. Revenge is such an outdated concept anyway, it’s only cool in anime.”

“You bitch! I’m going to shoot you down!!!”

I juggle with my knife.

“I’m really not scared of you, you know why? Because you’re an idiot. You could have killed me twice earlier, the two times you shoot, yet you didn’t. What were you going to learn from me? Absolutely nothing. There is no need to threaten me with that cool gun you bought 3 months ago, because you’re never going to hit me with it. Even if you do hit me, my partner with the sniper will kill you before you have the time to feast on your criminal achievement.”

“You… You’re not as dumb as you make it sound, actually?”

I try to hide my embarrassment with laughter, “Hahahahaha yes, yes, of course I am. Please pay no mind…” I continue without giving her time to react. “Abhi, can you do it again?”

“Naturally.”

The lights go out.

Plunged again into darkness, ESMERALDA panics and shoots blindly.

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

I click.

The lights come on again, and only one meter separates me from my target.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!!”

She pulls the trigger only to get the disappointing tic of an empty magazine.

“You can’t even count to 6.” I smirk, very proud of myself.

With a rapid and clean movement, I slash in her direction.

Yet unexpectedly, she throws the gun in my face at close range, hitting my nose full force, stopping me in my action.

“HEYYYYYYYYYY!”, I scream.

Blood starts running from it and she takes the opportunity to turn around and shamelessly run away.

“HEY! WHAT THE FUCK?! COME BACK!!!”

I throw my knife in her direction, hitting her shoulder, neatly nailing itself in.

“AAAAH!”

She cries rolling forward because of the knife’s propulsion, yet at that exact moment, my sight gets diverted by a loud rumbling.

Looking across the broken window, the tower in which Boobies was covering me suddenly collapses.

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