Amber parked her sports car about a ten minute walk away from the hairdressers, and went into the convenience store in front of where she parked, and bought a breakfast bar and a bottle of water.
She started walking through the backstreets to get to the back of the hairdressers where she worked, Scissors. She was peacefully enjoying her bar when after a few minutes, out of the corner of her eye she noticed someone following her.
You see, there is something that you don't know about her, and that is, she is the head of a secret organisation, Paladin, that both helped, but also went against the government.
The organisation revealed the dirty 'under the table deals' that went on between the members of the government, but, they also helped catch criminals that kept eluding capture.
Amber, as the head, had the most authority, and so she was the person most targeted.
Previously, no one actually knew her identity, but suddenly a blurry picture was posted, so she had reason to suspect that there was a traitor within her team.
As the photo was blurry, it wasn't clear that it was her, but she was the most suspicious suspect, as whoever the government sent to catch her, ended up either, dead or injured, and she had always walked away more or less unharmed.
The person following her didn't bother to hide himself like the others , he didn't care if she found him out, as he was the best they had, so he didn't believe he needed to be careful.
When he had, had gotten fed up of tailing her, he ran in front of her to block her path and spread his arms out. Amber had expected as much, so she stopped walking when he appeared in front of her.
She sighed in exhaustion as she muttered under her breath, ' I'm going to be late again'.
The man came closer to her, and started talking to her "You are a beautiful woman," he sighed, " It's a shame I have already been payed to do this job otherwise we might have been able to 'hang out' ". The man said, with a suggestive tone to his voice, while undressing her with his eyes.
Amber sighed, ' another pervert', she thought chuckling to herself. The man became annoyed when he heard her laugh, he thought that she wasn't taking her seriously, which she wasn't. His face turned red from anger when she said "Get on with it, you're blocking my way."
He lunged at her, throwing his closed fist towards her face.
She dodged sideways, then retaliated by kicking out her foot at his shin, he was surprised at her accuracy. Her kick was so powerful that he nearly keeled over.
They continued fighting, and after about five minutes of back and forth between them, he got fed up, as Amber was clearly the better fighter between them. He reached into his belt and took out a shiny, three inch knife, which glinted in the sunlight spilling through the backstreets.
Amber was busy fighting and not paying attention to anything else when all of a sudden, she felt a sharp, piercing pain coming from around her lower abdominal muscles on her left side. She looked down, and stumbled two steps backwards from the shock of seeing the dark, red blood colour contrasting with the bright, white shirt.
Using her few seconds of distraction to his advantage, the man in black ran away.
After he had left, Amber came out of her stupor, and looked around for the man. When she couldn't see him anywhere, she was slightly surprised.
She smiled mockingly to herself, and she put her hand on the wound and pressed, hard to try and stem the flow of blood as she continued walking towards 'Scissors'.
When she reached the shop, her face had turned slightly pale from the loss of blood.
Her colleague, Mary, was the first once to notice her. The shop had already opened, but customers were yet to come in. When Mary looked over at her, and spotted the red patch that was spreading on Amber's white shirt, and the blood that was dripping like a tap not turned off properly, she gasped, horrified.
This wasn't the first time this had happened to Amber, and so it was less of a shock, but the sight was still horrifying. Mary's gasp of shock attracted the attention of the manager, Sarah, who also looked over, and noticed Ambers pale complexion.
Amber, as usual, ignored their gazes of concern and inquiry, and greeted them, not forgetting to apologise for being late. Then, she headed towards the changing room, the blood, dripping from her hand leaving a trail on the white marble floor.
Once inside, she went to her locker,opened it, and pulled out a fresh shirt. Unbuttoning the one with blood on, she threw it in the bin, and then she took a bandage and disinfectant wipes out of her bag.
She disinfected the wound, and then professionally wrapped her torso with the bandage, by now the blood had thickened, and was not flowing out as fast.
She finished changing, and went to wash her hands and face of any traces of blood. She then went out into the reception area, which had been mopped clean.
As she went over to her station to prepare for customers, the door opened. The golden bell hanging from the top of the thick, black door, rang, filling the space with it's high pitched chiming.