Scanning through the big pile of papers, "I'm handing out your score cards. Settle down, you punks!" Ms. Jia spoke out.

The orange colored yolk like sunset interested Kafika way more than the noisy classroom. She was observing the sunlight that peeked through the bars of the windows and landed on her shoes when a paper plane made its entrance from the open window sliding through the bars. The paper plane whizzed past the group of guys who were huddled around a desk smirking while looking at the magazine on the desk, then it flew past a guy who was too concentrated in his current level of the game to spare it a glance. The plane flew past some guys who were ready to catch it nevertheless missed it. There was something about the plane which made Kafika suspicious. It was gliding in a stream-lined motion. Angles that the plane cut into the air made it seem as if it was made of a material sturdier than paper. Was it also flying for a long span of time or was it the relativity of time Kafika was feeling? She was debating when the setting sunlight reflected from the plane and fell on the opposite wall. As the plane dipped at a lower angle while passing through a group of girls gossiping she saw something which she couldn't believe--

Suddenly she shouted, " EVERYBODY OUT !"

She crashed through the rusted bars of the window knowing that they will cave under her weight according to her assumptions . As she fell down from the third floor of school she could see the electric blinding light from her classroom, a shrill scream along with some shouts, the sound of the explosion ate away the remaining sounds. With the night closing in, she lay on the playground with her right hand bent at an odd angle. Some sticky fluid pooled around her and the blue sky overhead rained shards of glasses as if the inner dome of hell had broken loose. Laying there, she reached out her hand towards the sky, the setting sunlight shone on it. With a blurry vision she saw it was bloody, too much blood everywhere.

"Mama...I'm coming. " whispering in a raspy voice she let the darkness swallow her with a smile through her bleeding lips.

Men in moss green suit came and picked up Kafika's body silently. Their footsteps made no sound, they moved in a sickly synchronous order and they talked with eyes and gestures as if the right to freedom has been stolen from them. Taking the body to a black van, they left without checking for survivors. Silent as they came, silently they left.

Every bit of her body ached, cracking her joints free by twisting and turning, Klauz stared at the woman who was lying on the hospital bed. He had been visiting the woman everyday of this week. She was lean, shorter than him, gaunt and had dark eye bags. Even her sleeping face looked disturbed as if the entire weight of the world weighed on her. The woman's right arm was fractured as well as her left hip bone. With bruises all throughout her body the pale girl looked almost dead. Her left cheek was swollen so much that her left eye had to remain shut. The head suffered the most with a frontal bone denting, she would have tremors for the rest of her life.

Klauz's stare was not doting or sympathetic, it was cold and calculating. With no muscles the woman looked pathetic and weak, why did father choose such an useless woman for this operation. As Klauz stared at the headstand of the hospital bed, the woman stirred, the blanket shifted off her. He placed it back instantly.

Why did he do that?!

While he was pondering on how sudden and spontaneous his action was as if his hands had a mind of their own, a raspy voice called out, "Water."

Again he handed the glass on the table to the person before his brain could process what the woman had asked for.

What was wrong with him?!

He needed to get this job done as soon as possible. It was very dangerous if his brain did not cooperate with his actions. The cold nozzle of a P9101 pistol was pressed against the bandages on Kafika's head as she was trying to get into a position for drinking water. The guy wearing the leather jacket and gloves spoke up in an icy tone

"We have some business."

"The gun is hardly needed against a nearly dead person like me." Kafika replied.

Klauz knew he wouldn't need a gun to hurt the woman but he was feeling vulnerable after his brain decided to not cooperate with him.

But wait...firstly how's a person so calmly drinking water with a gun pointed to his head?

Secondly, was he bossing over Klauz?!

" Don't act smart with me my hand tends to pull the trigger easily." Klauz said icily.

"Open the trigger lock before threatening at least." Kafika replied.

"How long have I been out?" she asked again not wanting to lengthen the baseless small talk which could turn into a non-profitable argument.

"Three weeks."

"Business, you say?" Kafika asked.

"Yes." he replied.

Kafika coughed violently while taking a sip, the water in the glass turned red. She was going to bring her hand up to her mouth when a napkin was forced on her mouth harshly. Wiping the blood off his mouth, Klauz disposed of the napkin. Again he had done something without thinking. This worried him greatly . Pressing the emergency button he walked out without looking back at the woman but not before saying,

" Sleep. I called the nurse."