Once everything got packed, my Agent opened the door. For a short time, the moments we communicated were one way to know that I have to make more connections better to open and widen my perspective—I have to keep trying to understand it; it felt like it was meant for me to learn, not a change of heart. But I can accept the consequences of being punished if I do something wrong. So I won't let it be put aside.
"Are you Shreya Owen?" A voice echoed in the hallway. They must have heard a door open. I glanced at my Agent while holding a Glock 43. He gently nodded at me. An indication that I must reveal myself to them. I am the bait here. I am the one who will make it harder for both of us if I make an unnecessary move.
And so, I walked past my Agent. My identity has been exposed. I could hear the laughter of my enemies a meter away from me. They are way too unilateral in this stuff. I am disappointed, and they are not equal partners with my family, unlike me and my Agent with a contractual relationship that gives respect. I did not know them, so I freely pitied them.
"I am sure my parents are proud to know that you got me surrounded, right?" I asked, but they only stared at me after pausing for their next loud laugh.
"I guess it is a yes, then." I told them, "You know I ask politely. And as far as I know, it is not a joke to be laughing at it." I clasped at my Glock 43 before lifting it to a decent angle to take a shot.
"Do tell me which part of it is funny, huh? Because you are upsetting me!" I could not control myself in being laughed at when I was in serious mode. My Agent could not shut my loud mouth off; I am like a horn, not as bad as the sound of the ambulance or fire truck. I just thought these hired people my family chose were no match for me, yet they were staring at me. Way deeply, searching through my soul, they must be blinded by confidence since I have no fear to show. Yet, it is what they wanted to be reflecting—the fear.
They are the ones who should display fear in front of me. Because they could not possibly keep their eyes shifted to another object when I wanted them to focus their attention on me only.
"Miss, start shooting now!" My Agent reminded me. I pressed the trigger, aiming at the third foe's shoulder. I look at the Agent beside me, giving me an unexplainable reaction. He is sending a message on his face 'Why the third one?'.
I did roll my eyes in my response and stepped backward simultaneously, pulling him to go front for a better strategy in aiming at the rest of the opponents. I slipped my hand near his waist to rest my wrist before seeking. I heard him gasp, mainly shocked by my action, as gunshots echoed across the hallway, ruining the sleep of some patients.
"Miss--"
"Shut your mouth, Agent. This is what Shreya Owen can do."
My agent's jaw almost dropped to the floor as I ended the life of the seven nemeses that chased me here in the hospital. He watched me pull out a stick in a mini plant that was placed on the corners of the hospital window located at the visitor's lounge. I expected to make a fire out of it to trigger the fire alarm and smoke detector.
"When it pours, start running," I told my Agent. But, unfortunately, I did not wait for his response after I managed to start a mini smoke.
'Come on, work.' I blew the smoke, guiding it towards the smoke alarm placed on the ceiling.
'Yes!'
"Go run now!" I yelled at my Agent; he quickly moved his feet toward the emergency exit. I followed him afterward; I ensured that there were no fingerprints or traces of us on the scene. Then, we vanished in the fading-out smoke as I closed the door.
When we arrived at the backdoor exit, the pain in my knee started to kick in. Not a good timing. Everything within reach is a rescue for me and my Agent. We are both panting; trying to run twelve floors is not easy. I wanted to distance myself as much as possible but I needed support. I felt my legs numbing and knew better than walking was a closed option. If we did walk, it would take a lot, a lot of time.
"We must keep moving. Come, let's go." My Agent said, giving me motivation even if we were breathless. My heart hammered loudly, causing a loud drum within my ears. Running with my Agent is not dangerous but holding hands with him is. We come into contact with many foes within just hours of being together.
"You go look for a taxi," I ordered my Agent as I found a spot to lay my back in a wall and gradually let my body fall to the ground. I am still panting, trying to catch up with my breath. Every time the pain in my knee resurfaced, I still could resist by ignoring it and pretending it was not there because it was a healthy way to move on from the injury.
"Miss, the taxi is here. Can you stand up alone?" The agent asks, and I shake my head. With a glance at the taxi parked at the side of the road, I could see my agent walking at an average pace. He seems to get his breath back together. He leaned down to lend an arm out for me to hold on to as I stood up. He did not waste any time helping me.
We were standing at the taxi's door, but before I went inside, the agent got me stunned for a second with his honesty.
"At the restaurant, I knew you knew your brother's scheme. But, Miss, you have carried out trials on me."