Jᴀɴᴜᴀʀʏ 20, 2024
"Alexa!"—"Vincent!"
The two powerful men enter the room, with eyes that say 'it is not the time to play.' They were in the midst of fighting; Vincent with the aim of proving he's better and Alexa, just wanting to bruise his ego. Reluctantly, she takes a step away and Vincent walks sloppily over to his father who motions for him.
"Well, that was some intense, bullshit." Phillip mumbles.
Alexa says nothing because being the direct opponent of Vincent Guiseppe, she now knows he's extremely strong and he was also overpowering her. Even though he's tall, he's swift, reacts quickly and she didn't get in any of her attacks. Silently, she thanks the superiors for interrupting their match, fearing that if he was given the chance to be on the offence, he'd knock her out fast, then he wouldn't have learnt anything about his egotistical behaviour. At least his arrogance isn't just an act to hide his insecurities. Disgruntled, she lets loose her hair and rolls her eyes.
"Micheal, who's at the top of the class?" Petro's voice suddenly fills the room and Alexa's ears perk, knowing it's her. Why is he asking and he also knows it's her? She shakes her head and turns to annoy her partner.
"Alexa." The frail man says, looking at his tablet.
"As expected." Petro beams in his own little world as Alessandro frowns, stepping close to Frayer to get a glimpse of the scores.
"Alexa what?" He asks.
"J-just Alexa." Micheal stutters and Petro nods.
"Just Alexa."
Vincent glances at the girl he was throwing hands with, cocking a wild eyebrow. She's yapping away with the blind boy whose eyes are closed again; now Vincent is confused. What's with her and that guy? Weird. They are both discouraging sights, yet still, she's on top and he's probably right behind her.
"Alexa, child!" Petro calls, getting her attention. He waves her over. "Come here a moment!"
She walks over smoothly, completely at ease in her skin. "Yes."
"Mr. Alessandro Guiseppe here has made a request for his son." He says. "It's tagged red and you are going to fulfil this request with the help of your partner and another pair of your choosing."
Alessandro scrutinizes the tall girl, whose coolness towards the thought of killing people is kind of scary for only being a teen. His son might've fought hand-to-hand combat, but he hasn't held a gun before.
Petro continues, "You're going to obliterate a whole gang altogether. They're a threat to Vincent Guiseppe."
She nods, "Deadline?"
"No later than two weeks. There are exceptions that shouldn't be killed, but we'll get to that later."
"Understood."
Vincent's eyes bore into the side of her skull, as he stands beside his father. Just what is this girl? A fucking machine?