Fifteen minutes to noon, the streets of Meldieu Avenue slowly filled with people. They just exited their office buildings and were gathering up along the stretch of 16th Street.
Most of them preferred to eat lunch at the sidewalk were numerous food carts littered.
For the businesspersons, employees, and staff who worked in the metropolitan area, this was another ordinary and typical lunch break. Or so they thought.
The deafening sound of screeching tires tore through the humdrum noon of Meldieu Avenue.
All the people either walking or eating turned their heads in unison to where the sound was coming from.
From a distance, a sleek metallic blue Mercedez-Benz S-Class just made a sharp turn to merge in a one-way traffic in 16th Street. Judging by how the car swerved to avoid hitting the pedestrians and fellow vehicles, the driver was definitely an expert and in a hurry.
This place was lazy most of the time. But not at noon time when smokers, gossipers,and lunch-goers swarmed the sidewalks.
The speeding car was headed to the intersection. A second and third screeching noise once again broke the silence. This time, the sound came from two black SUVs.
On both sides of the street, spectators watched in suspense at the event that unfolded before their eyes - a classic fast-paced car chase.
Compared to the finesse and expertise shown by the Mercedez driver, the drivers of these SUVs appeared like amateurs.
The first SUV hit a taxi while negotiating a quick turn. The taxi maniacally dance left and right and finally crashed into a nail salon. Luckily, no one was inside during lunch break.
Some shrieked in horror while some merely let out short gasps.
To avoid hitting an uber making a stop to receive a prearranged passenger, the second SUV swerved abruptly to the left to where the sidewalk vendors and street food lovers gathered.
Knowing that the SUV was only seconds away from impact, they jumped sideways in each direction like movie action heroes. Their reflexes were quick to kick in, even the fat and obese ones.
The SUV's naked front bumper raked the food stalls sending fragments and broken pieces flying to the air. After a moment of maneuvering, the driver seemed to regain control and reemerged on the road.
Police sirens now joined the sounds of panic. They were still a few blocks away.
As the Mercedez neared the intersection, the traffic lights turned red. The oncoming Mercedez had no choice but to stop, less it would plow through the pedestrians crossing the intersection.
These people almost jumped to their feet.
The police sirens grew louder and louder just as the two SUVs came closer and closer almost fifty yards away from the now idle Mercedez Benz.
The right side window of the closest SUV opened and a man dressed in black suit peeped out with an outstretched right hand. A series of crackling sounds burst through Meldieu Avenue. Gunshots.
The man in black suit emptied the magazine of his 9mm Beretta Apx on the Mercedez. Not a single bullet hit its intended target. Scared people scurried away from the scene as fast as their feet could carry them.
When the gunshots rested and the two SUVs were now a few yards away from the bullet-ridden car, the driver's side-door of the Mercedez Benz swung open and a figure came out.
Her long black hair flowed freely downwards on her black leather jacket as she rose. Her trendy sunglasses caught the sun's reflection as she turned around to confront her pursuers.
Despite being shot at, her face did not show a single hint of fear. With calmness and determination, the Pink assassin raised her right arm to the direction of the first SUV.
Three loud sounds accompanied by blinding flashes of light disturbed the air and just as this happened, the windshield of the first SUV directly in front of the driver sustained three small holes inches apart. The driver drew his last breath and blacked out. The SUV swerved violently to the right hitting the circular beam of a light post.
The momentum sent the black suit guy flying through the windshield and landing 2 meters in front of the SUV.
While mid-air, he remembered not re-attaching his seatbelt after firing at the luxury car, a grave mistake that caused him three broken ribs, a misplaced shoulder, and minor scratches.
"Get out! Now!" shouted Pink to someone inside the Mercedez.
A few seconds later, another figure came out from the passenger side of the Mercedez.
It was a man in his late forties wearing a white lab coat over a patterned long sleeve shirt, khaki pants and black leather shoes. He appeared to be a medical personnel and he looked extremely nervous.
"Don't forget the files!" she instructed.
"I got it", answered the anxious man while embracing a black rectangular bag with the shoulder strap left hanging. The files were inside the bag.
Before anyone had any idea who they were, the Pink assassin and the plastic surgeon exploded to their feet and ran to the direction of the city's hub - the Fantix Galleria.