Her name was Maya. She belonged to Chain tribe of Novantes area. There generally women're this tall and bulky. She was considered a regular size in her native area; but here she was considered a massive woman. Men here too look at her terrified, even if she did not wear the damn mask. She was ugly. And she was six feet and three inches – a personality hard to ignore.
Her Chief had sent her here on a mission. She had ordered her to finish off four people: Papa, Veronica, Ronald and Sebastian. These four had betrayed Chief's confidence. "They deserve to die." But the right hand of Chief said to her, "If you are wise enough, then you would not dare touch those targets."
"But Chief ordered me to kill them," Maya objected.
"Yes, she had, I was there when she was ordering you. But she ordered thus because she was angry. But when she will be calm again, when her dissatisfaction against those four will dissolve, she will find out that you have murdered them and she will get angry upon you. Then who will save you?"
"No one."
"You are wise."
That was why Maya was shooting the nearest things or persons to her targets. Just to scare her targets. Just to make them think that she was after them and she can dig them up any time she wanted and just as if saying, "You, my targets, don't surface, else you will be buried for real. Whoever helps you will be killed. So leave the job you are after."
"What are they after? What's their job? What's it that will tremble the throne of our Chief?" Maya asked the right-hand.
"Curiosity sometimes opens up a dangerous avenue which you won't like to tread upon. Be cautious my dear. Do as you are assigned – do your best. But do not go any farther. We know that you are the best tracker we have ever seen. Use all your dexterity and techniques. Be a nightmare for them. You may be awarded later by our Chief – our benevolent goddess. Bless us with your grace O Chief!"
Maya did not object that she was the best tracker. Tracking was her, what she felt, her inborn talent. She never failed in her shootings too. Yet she had the common sense not to outshine her masters.
But now she was curious what happened to the handsome boy. She was not at all interested in shooting him. But she had no other choice. Hell, I could have shot the old hag near the cutie. I am not as quick as I thought I am.