Colson
I looked in every direction in the hallway of the hospital. I am an agent, and I must make sure my client is safe since it is the source of my daily needs; instead of making it a big deal to deal with one of those spoiled children from rich people, I put my alertness on action for a successful work because it is not a game to fool around.
The person I accepted to be contracted with is Miss Shreya Yuki Owen, man, she has that attitude of staring and then rolling away her eyes when I caught her looking at me. Like, what have I done to make her irritated? She wore a two-piece black business suit and a diamond earring that clung in her earhole. It is not a bad thing though, but for me as an agent, I think my client looks like an agent too. Now, it recalled the time when she held out the pistol. I really think she is not ready to kill people, but I am wrong, she did partially well in dealing with the previous hoodlums.
For a moment, my mind is filled with my client's outstanding performance, even if I did tell myself that she is a spoiled child. Another abrupt image of her wearing heels while flipping her hair, holding a channel bag. I did not lock on that imagination, and it seems to be scary.
I release a quick breath, not a heavy one, just a normal breath. I know in life there is no easy work, mine is risky, but I did manage it well. Death is always chasing me, similar to each of my clients. And then I heard some people on the third pathway, which is going to the right side. It even mentioned my client's name 'Shreya Owen', over and over.
They were dwelling on one topic, and it is about money, a pleasing thought in reality, but I propped my senses up, with my position right at the nearest point to where the people that are talking won't see me, there are walls that will block my view, a plain white paint for the safe zone.
'Probably the people talking about my client are hired by her brothers or family. There could not be another, right? Poisonous family tree. This is why being an average person is safe too. Still, what can I do? It is their fate to continue living it, nothing should be changed just by their will.'
I proceeded walking after the thought but with wariness. That is when they noticed that I am holding a pistol—An agent's best friend in times of silent argument with bad people.
"You do not know her well," I told the person in a green coat, it is a woman, there is nothing strong about her, I somehow managed to just knock her out by pressing the vein that makes a person fall into a deep sleep. It is a technique that I have to hit on its main spot.
I call it the 'Collaptor' --collapsing alligator; the meaning is betrayal, whether it is my client's friend or somebody she could possibly know. My guts are screaming that the woman could be related to her. So, I took out my working phone and press the screen to take a camera shot.
While the other tried to run away, I kicked its head for a fatal attack since he is a man. His skull would not crack just because of my kick. It is not that hard but good that he also went to slumber world.
After the intermission moment, the mineral water is identical to waving in front of me after leaving the lifeless people on the pathway. I bet it did see everything from the distance. The machine would not talk but if it did, I will be the first one to run out of the hospital. I felt my fingers getting cold as they touched the machine, I positioned my finger and coin to the hole until the cue. Pushing the coin obviously, it went inside. The inner swirling metallic moved, bringing forward the mineral water I picked. Easy! I am very good at handling these easy tasks!
I knew that I am talented in dealing with myself in agent mode, it is part of me, just as I knew that there will be some people that will come to hurt my client. Since they were here, it meant one thing, there is someone important in my client's life that knows every move she made; however, do they even know I am also part of the picture now?
My slender hands and fingers gripped the bottle, and for a moment a set of images that portrayed danger suddenly flashes in my mind, making my heart pound.
I pressed the bottle firmly and some scenes in my mind were just part of me being overthinking. At the moment I have to dissolve the weird scenes, it is too much, removing me within reality. . . or is it just me being me? It can't just be entirely something else that comes out of the blue into my mind, I could not be so sure by myself. The scenes were like a warning but why? I only dreamed the random images, now it is happening while I am awake.
As certain as my sight, the visions in my mind existed in me for a long, long time.
In the past when I started studying for college entrance exams, I started getting random scenes or visions but this only happens when I am sleeping. Mainly a dream or something more.
I slowly relaxed my grip on the bottle, I am glad it did not pop. I continued moving on, going back to my client's room. I must contain peace for me to explain what just happened in the pathway, no matter how confident I am, my client is different from the other ones I work with.