"Cat, report the situation!" a loud voice kept ringing in the ears of the woman who was now in a building that was almost destroyed. She was trapped between the battles of two mafia groups who had been fighting gunshots. "Catty, how are things there!"
The woman is still sitting weak. Her heart was beating fast, and cold sweat began to flow from her forehead. With all her strength she held the gunshot wound in the left thigh which continues to drain her blood little by little.
Her uniform that have the S.W.A.T logo that used to be black are now slowly turning red by her own blood. She pressed the small circle at the left of the Beretta 92 FS type pistol which she held to pull out the ammo box. "Damn, there are three bullets left." she complained while hitting the wall behind her so hard with her elbows.
"Catty, answer me!"
Catherine Jane Adamma, the woman who had been yelled at as Catty was pressing the communication tool on her right ear hole using the index finger, "Yes, Capt. I was shot, and I only have three bullets left. Now I'm trapped in the middle of a damn war."
BOOOOMMM ...
The sound of an explosion that seemed to be right behind the wall where she was leaning shook the entire foundation of that small building. The ceiling began to fall bit by bit, the walls around it are also cracked.
"I can't stay here too long." Continuously enduring the pain in her left thigh, Catty crouched down, trying to peek a little outside the building from the small cracks in the wall. She carefully tried to count how many people were out there. "One, two, three ... Sixteen? Why are there still so many of them? What are those stupid mafia doing? Are they fighting, or just showing off their weapon's sound?!"
Catty walked toward the only door in the small building. Having just opened it, the wooden door had been crushed due to the rain of bullets coming from various directions, making Catty cancel her intention to get out of the building.
She leaned back against the wall that had almost collapsed behind her back. She again pressed the communication tool in her ear. "Capt, I'm really stuck here. Don't you have the slightest intention to help me out?"
"Wait, reinforcements will arrive in three minutes. We also have to prioritize the mission of capturing Hendrick Brasco and his entire gang."
Catty laughed softly. "Haha, and when you arrive, I'm already in Davy Jones's locker!"
"Keep your chest upright, soldier! We will definitely succeed."
"Whatever." Catty replied in a hopeless tone. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath to help her withstand the pain due to a bullet in her body that kept trying to kill her slowly. But the voice that was already very familiar in her ears forced her to open her eyes again.
Tik ... Tik ... Tik ...
An iron ball which had the same size as an adult's hand rolled in from the door, and stopped just inches in front of her.
"Ow, shit!"
Catty was forced to run out of the building, risking her life with her luck in avoiding the rain of bullets from dozens of Assault Rifle-type weapons that came from all over directions.
A second later, the dark green iron ball that had rolled away had exploded, changing the building where Catty had taken cover earlier into a pile of building debris. I doesn't looks like a building anymore.
Catty fell down. Her back rested on an empty wooden crate in a reclining position. The handgun she had held earlier was thrown quite far from her current position. Luckily, she was not hit by bullets when trying to escape from the grenade explosion earlier.
But it hasn't stopped there. The wooden chest that Catty used to covering herself was continually scraped off by a rain of bullets.
Catty exhaled heavily. "Never mind, after all, if I really survived this damn place, the possibility of me getting married is also small anyway."
Catty had not yet finished complaining about her unfortunate fate, but out of nowhere, one of dozens of people who trying to shot her had fallen just meters in front of her, with a bullet hole formed in his head.
After three seconds, there is one more people fallen down, with the same condition.
Again.
Again.
And again.
The mafia keep falling down one by one. From the gunshot wounds they suffered, Catty believes that the bullet holes in their heads were caused by a sniper rifle-type weapon.
Catty looked at the watch on her left wrist, "It's not even a minute yet. If it's not Capt, then who?"
The gunshot was no longer heard. Dozens of mafias who tried to shoot her were already lying lifeless, only a bunch of useless flesh lying on the ground. Catty quickly took back her gun. Trying to calm her heartbeat, try to hear whatever sounds are happening around her.
The sound of footsteps attracts Catty's sense of hearing. Closer. Until she was sure that the owner of the footsteps was close to where she was sheltering now, without thinking Catty stood up, pointed the barrel of the gun right at the heart and shot a bullet that hit the left chest of a man who was holding a suitcase containing a sniper type-weapon, exactly CheyTac Intervention.408.
Catty's lower jaw seemed to come out of the joint. She could not believe what she was seeing. A man. Nope. For her, that person is like a creature from heaven who came down to earth to become an object of worship for all women. Don't know how long Catty's mouth fell open like that.
The sound of a helicopter interrupted Catty's reverie of the visual beauty presented by the man in front of her. Even Catty had forgotten the fact that he had been shot right in the chest.
"Check everything!" a scream that was very loud and firm that sounded quite loud in the air. "I don't want anyone to escape!"
A member of S.W.A.T ran to face the captain. "Report, sir. Everyone has died."
"What?!" the captain snapped. The dense mustache shaped almost like a crescent moon on his face shook in a very amazing way. "Catty! Can you explain what the hell is going on? Did you say you were in a terrible situation?"
"Sorry, Sir." interrupted one of the S.W.A.T members while checking the condition of the man who was shot in the left chest right in front of Catty. "Someone still has a heartbeat.".
The captain walked up to him, "How's the situation?"
"There was a gunshot wound at his left chest. He was supposed to have died, but the bullet path turned a little. If you want him to stay alive, we should at least have an emergency operation here, right now."
"Then split up, make three barricades and keep an eye on the surroundings from four different cardinal directions. And you, press the wound while Catty give him artificial breath. We need that person to keep breathing until the medical team arrives." the captain's words immediately received brief respect from all members--including Catty--before they dispersed and did as they were told.
Catty can't move. Her body was really stiff when her face was only a few centimeters in front of the face of the unknown man. A pair of eyebrows neatly attached above the two eyeballs that are being tightly closed. Sharp nose that seems to ask to be bitten. A sharp jaw line and a curved neck that seemed to ask Catty to take a sip of sweat in the most tempting part. Not forgetting the pale lip color that seems ready to be crushed.
"What are you doing? His pulse is getting weaker!" shouted the man who had been pressing gunshot wounds in the left chest of the unknown man. "If you don't want to do it--"
"No!"
Everyone who heard the scream now turned to her.
"Eh ... I mean, this job is my responsibility, so I have to do it responsibly. Because I am a responsible women. No, responsible soldier, so I have to be responsible--"
"Responsible my ass! Just do it right now!"
Catty looked back at the pale lips. Swallowed her own saliva hardly to just calm her nervous. She slowly brought her lips closer to the man. Getting closer, until finally something that was never expected by everyone made Catty failed to land her lips on the man's lips.
Because now the man was right behind Catty, with one hand wrapped around her neck, and the other holding a Beretta 92 FS pistol that might have only two bullets remaining, gluing the end of the barrel to Catty's head.
Suddenly all S.W.A.T members pointed their gun at Catty.
"Draw your weapons!" the captain shouted and everyone obeyed. "Hey, boy. What do you want?"
"I-I ... I don't--"
"Not you, Cat. But the man behind you." the captain interrupted as the response to Catty's nervousness. "Do you think you can get away easily after all this?"
The man remained silent. The captain looked at the ground where the man and Catty were standing, the red trail coming from the flowing blood drops made the situation even worse. "With a wound like that, I suggest you just give up."
Catty spoke very slowly--half whispering--to the man who was now taking her as his hostage. "I don't know who you are, but I know after looking at things inside your luggage, you are the one who saved me from those stupid mafia, right?
Especially the bullet that is now inside your chest is also my fault. If you really have nothing to do with the mafia, you better just give up. I will guarantee your safety. "
Without any hint the man suddenly walked back slowly, while still keeping Catty as his hostage.
"Come on, you also know that we were both got shot, even though your condition is worse. From the way you killed those mafia, I'm sure you're some kind of hitman. Just relax, our corps often hires people like you. So don't be afraid, you will not lose your job. "
The man leaned his face closer to Catty's ear. "What is your name?"
Catty opened her eyes perfectly. She never thought the voice of the man who taking her as his hostage sounded very sexy when he was dying.
"Catherine Jane Adamma. You can call me Catty." said Catty in a pleasant tone. "And you?"
"Nice to meet you. Can you do me a favor?"
"What is that?"
"Hold your breath as long as you can."
"For what?"
The man kicked the iron plaque that covered the drain that ran underground, pulling on Catty until the two of them jumped in and were carried away by a stream of sewers connected throughout the city.
"Look for them! Don't let him escape!" the captain shouted in frustration.
For nearly seven minutes adrift in a stream of drainage water mixed with various household wastes, Catty and the man landed right on a small rubber speedboat. The two of them were taken somewhere by the speedboat driver until they arrived at a place that looks like an abandoned dock.
Hordes of people in black suits were seen gathering on the edge of the pier. One of them stepped forward and welcomed the hands of the man who had drifted into the city sewer with Catty.
"How is it, David, did you manage to kill Captain Deckard?"
David Stockholm, the man who slaughtered two mafia gangs who were at war with a single sniper-rifle typed weapon, brushed his wet hair with his fingers to the back. "Not yet. That bastard hasn't run out of luck."
"Then who is the woman on the ship?"
David walked away. "One of Deckard's pet dogs. She's the one who shoot my left chest. If it wasn't for an injection of drugs, I might have been taken to their base. Just broke her legs so she can rejoin with her squad, and causes trouble no more for us in the future."
Catty widened her eyes after hearing what David said before. The driver of the ship pulled out a device and shocked Catty's neck until she passed out. And after she regained consciousness, she found herself in a trash can, with her both legs broken.
Actually, it's a very good fortune that David not allowed her to be killed. But, for Catty, her pride as a S.W.A.T is everything.
Catty smiled very wide. She began to laugh out loud. Her mind was completely numb. All that's left is a grudge against someone named David.
For ever, she will not forget that face, and name.