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Chapter 6 - Chapter 5: Project .007

The big-mouth gangster sitting next to me lived up to my expectation. Sitting not more than 15 minutes next to this man already gave me 100 ideas on how to slaughter him. He puffed off himself as the big boss in the area, stating all crime starts and ends with him. He blabbered about how torturing people and murdering families were one of his 'specialties.'

He laughed at his sins as if it was the evilest thing on earth.

'Psh,' I chuckled at every word. He would soon find out what sinister blood truly is all about.

One less like him in this world wouldn't make a difference, but it sure would lighten my mood. I hate people like him; I would gladly kill him for free.

I took a bite of my French fries and eyed the two lousy agents still failing their undercover mission. I was about to head out and confront the two when Mr. Loud Mouth's phone rang.

"Yes. Yes. I'm at the pub." He loudly exclaimed as he inserted his hand inside the lady's skirt. The woman winced- signifying that she was not enjoying her time with the pompous man.

"Chen told me to drop him off at Prague. Something about making a deal with the devil. I told him it was unnecessary to meet the target, but he insisted,"

"What?" He was silent for a second. I'm guessing they were discussing Chen's death as his reddened face turned paper-white. "Yes. Yes, I will have all the paraphernalia ready before dawn."

I listened closely, enlightened that this man turned out to be somewhat helpful. He knew Chen's endeavor in Prague. "Did they find out who murdered him?"

He listened some more. His face was heavy. "Do you know who's taking over?"

And there it is, not even a full day, and the crows were already feasting on the dead man's body. Did this evil man actually think he would have a shot at the position? Not on my watch.

I was growing more and more impatient. I need to talk to this bastard. Now.

I flirtatiously walked passed his table and locked eyes with the bastard while he was still holding his phone. He gave me a wink, which I deliberately reciprocated with a warm, shy smile. 'It's game time.'

I waited in the bathroom stall, timing every second. Men like him were easy to read- they liked hard-to-get girls. They wanted the chase. They wanted to be teased. They wanted to prove they still had it. Whatever 'it' means. Feed their ego, not a platter full of shit, but a bite-sized lust. Just enough to quench their lust.

So I waited, giving him enough time to wait for me and think of me. With precise timing, I walked back to my table, just close enough for him not to lose interest in me.

Just the way I orchestrated, Mr. Big Mouth approached me. He was smiling from ear to ear. I lifted my hand and moved my hair to the side, exposing my neck. 'Come to me, you piece of trash.'

"I noticed you're drinking alone. A beautiful lady like you should not be drinking all by yourself, sweetheart," he said as he confidently sat next to me. "Why don't you join my crew and me over there?" He pointed at his table as the two women entertained his sidekick.

"I don't like crowds," I replied, then I leaned forward and whispered in his ears, "I like to do things my way-- alone."

I saw the corner of his mouth tug, evident that he liked what he was saying. He put his hand on my leg, squeezing it as if it would somehow make me want to fuck him.

I cringed inside. But I must show this horny bastard that I was interested in his advances. I closed my eyes and let a soft moan close to his neck, a little air, just enough to make him want me.

I saw him position his crutch and wiggle his hand closer to my vagina. I stopped him just when he was about to grab my womanhood, "not here."

He nodded and then smiled at me. He stood up, grabbed my hand, and directed me toward the bathroom, but bar restrooms attract many people; I seized his hand and whispered slowly, "People will be coming in and out of the bathroom, let's go to the backroom instead."

I smiled and led him towards the backdoor. I saw the barista give me a concerned look; I gave him a reassuring smile. The two incompetent agents observed my direction; they were in for a show.

In the dark back alley, the wicked man pushed my back on the wall. I can feel his breathing becoming more ragged and controlled. I chafed his bulging crotch intensely, to which he flinched and said, "Easy, baby girl."

He untied his belt and pulled his pants down to his knee. He lifted both my arms above my head and started fondling my breasts. "You have perky breasts; I wonder what they would feel like in between my cock,"

"We are about to find out," I grinned.

I raised my leg and kneed his balls. "Argh, you bitch." He fell supine down the floor, his lowered pants making it harder for him to get up.

I kicked his crotched harder again, and he groaned.

I pulled the knife hiding in between my upper thigh and stabbed him through his pelvic region, and slid my knife down his legs. "Fuck you bitch, my men will kill you." He struggled as he spoke. I looked him in the eye and stabbed his groin area one more time. I twisted my knife deep and dragged it down the crook of his legs. The gush coming out from his damaged femoral artery was evident. I wiped my blade with his shirt and positioned it onto his jugular vein.

"They can try," I smiled as I put my knife around his neck. "I would love for them to fucking try, you dirty pig." I twitched the side of my mouth.

"What do you want from me?" He asked, his voice quivering from fear.

"What do you know about Chen's endeavor in Prague?"

"Chen's dead, you bitch; if you wanted to kill him, your time had run out."

"I said," I pushed the knife closer to his skin, "what do you know about Chen's business in Prague?"

"Fuck you," he cursed. I smiled at him. He was more stubborn than I thought.

"I heard you like to torture families. Should we try it with you?"

I made a shallow cut around his neck, just enough for him to jerk in pain. I ran my knife down his crotch, "should we start with this?"

"Stop," he yelled. "I'll talk, stop."

Amy smirked and pointed back her knife down his throat.

"Chen wanted to see Zeus and confront him about the allegations he was making around the mafia lords. Chen had told him to stop spewing lies, but Zeus had told him he had concrete evidence of his claim."

"And what allegation was that?"

"That Chen is working alongside the government. Zeus said he was selling information about his rival gang to the government. Rival lords started to oust Chen, saying he was the reason they keep on getting busted."

"Where's the evidence Zeus was talking about?"

"I don't know. That was the reason why Chen came to see Zeus that night. Chen wanted to get a hold of the evidence, clear his name and maintain his position."

"Did not look like Chen was pursuing Zeus that night." I poked my blade closer.

"That's because he did not have to," the man in front of me trembled.

"What do you mean? I am getting impatient. The more you drag this conversation, the longer you would bleed. Now tell me everything." I demanded.

"Chen hired an assassin. He told me himself. He told me he paid the project organization a hefty sum to kill Zeus. He knew Zeus would kill him. Lots of people wanted him dead, you know. It's part of being a big shot. He said he had a connection inside the Project. His words, and I quote, sentimental relation with the Project, unquote."

"What relationship?"

"I don't really know; Chen was vague about it. All he would ever say was that he had a comrade that used to work at the Project."

I froze as I compiled the information I had just heard. 'Chen had a comrade under the Project? What sentimental relation was he talking about?'

"That was why Chen came, despite being told not to. He was so confident about his connection with the Project. I told him to not trust the fucking robots, but he was convinced about this comrade of his. For all I know, the robot killed him."

"Where's this evidence Zeus was talking about?" I asked.

"I was told that nothing was found at the crime scene. It's either Zeus bluffed to create uncertainty among the warlords, or Chen's comrade had it."

Fuck. I mouthed.

What I was tasked to do that night was to kill target Z. From what this bastard is telling me, the Organization must not know about the chip- at least not yet. I remember the chief telling me to stall the mission and not hurt Chen. It was because he was the one who hired me, and they did not want to be compromised.

Once the Organization ran an investigation, they would soon find out things I know now, maybe even more. I'd be extracted when they found out I could have the chip.

I need to contact Rav ASAP. I need to know what lies on that chip. Zeus must have had something about Chen for him to ask the Project to kill him. Cause not only do the Project Organization do their job, but they're also very discreet.

"The underground lords are trying to figure out who killed Chen. It could be anyone If I'm honest. Chen was a very dubious man. Anyone around here would want what he had. The man had intel, power, and resources. Whoever killed him might as well say that they would be the next Chen." The bastard continued. "That's all I know; now let me go."

What this man said struck a cord. If I accomplished the mission and the Organization did not know about the evidence, why did they have me followed?

If Chen is as cunning as everyone says he is, he deliberately pushed my buttons so I could kill him. As the man said, the one who killed Chen might as well be the next Chen.

"Where would have been Chen's next operation?" I asked the man. "Answer me. Now."

"He mentioned resting for a while in Cuba. He had a house there. No one knows where it is precisely. But that's where he fo when he needed time to think or lie-low."

I looked at the bastard bleeding below me. It would not be long till his body got into a hypovolemic shock. I could just leave him here; there's no way he would survive. But I couldn't let him talk. He knew more than I thought he would. What he knows could not be spoken of again.

I looked him in the eye and slit his throat open.

"There," I murmured, "quiet at last."