She looked outside through the open window as the air softly brushed over her skin. Together with well-lit streets, the moon's strong illumination of the earth made every street and block visible. When Isabella glanced up at the bright stars, she felt as if they were trying to tell her something. The wall clock, whose ticking sound was the sole sound in the whole home, was her lone company in the spacious bedroom as she turned back into the space.
She moved over to her planning desk, shut the window, turned on the laptop, and patiently waited for it to fully start before clicking on a folder icon on the desktop. She opened the folder and saw a Microsoft Word document, which she opened and started to browse.
After a minute, she got to her feet, clearly happy with the information she had learned from the paper. Rechecking the wall clock, she saw that it had already been fifteen minutes since midnight. The Nefury clan would relocate the targeted vehicle by 3am, based on the data she had to work with.
She moved up to the drawer and knelt as she took it out. Since she just needed to get a box from a vehicle that wasn't well locked, she didn't anticipate needing many tools for the operation. The Walther PPK she cherished referred to as "baby" was her go-to tool, so she took it out, slipped a silencer into the pocket on her jacket, and shut the drawer. As she left the home, she grabbed a little black piece of elastic material from the table and tucked it into her back pocket.
She quickly accelerated out of the complex and into the main road. She arrived at her location in less than 90 minutes since the road was as open as it used to be at midnight.
In a very dark street corner where she could see the warehouse well, she parked her vehicle a respectable distance from the home, which was situated at a T-section of the road. Soon after, she heard the sound of a car engine starting; she quickly checked her watch; the time was 2.58 am. She snuck out of the vehicle by the opposite side, hiding in the shadows while keeping an eye out for onlookers. With holes that enabled her to see and speak freely, the mask covered barely a portion of her face when she sat on the vehicle bonnet and took it out of her back pocket. Additionally, she Ceraned some black hand gloves that she had taken from the vehicle.
The screaming sound of the opening gate was audible at precisely three o'clock. Isabella shifted into a crouch at the side of the car as the gate opened to expose an automobile, its front lights now lighting the area brilliantly.
She saw as the gate was shut and the vehicle was driven away from the property. As they approached her vehicle, she heard one of the two males in the van, who were sitting, speak. The driver glanced in her way, so even though she couldn't understand what they were saying, she knew they were referring to her car and why she was there at that time..
She got in the vehicle after they had passed her by a little distance, waited for them to turn at the intersection, then started the engine to chase after them.
Look, wasn't that the vehicle we had just seen parked by the roadside? After seeing the automobile tailgating them in the side mirror, the van's driver inquired.
Yes, one of his companions said, "It seems that a Lady is the driver." At this time of the day, what does she want? The motorist, who was in awe, gave her vehicle room to pass beside the van.
Since she had already caught up to them, Isabella said, "I've got something of mine in your vehicle." Let's talk while your van is parked.
"Are you insane wo..." One of the van's tires suddenly began to lose air, preventing the driver from finishing his sentence. Though he had trouble with the steering, the van's slow pace allowed him to escape a collision.
What happened? The other man enquired of the driver.
He opened the door and exited the car, saying, "I Don't know." He was blinded by the front automobile light of Isabella.
He was enraged and walked up to the automobile that was parked behind them; as he drew near, the light on the car was switched off. The Lady emerged and was waiting for him on the other side.
What in the world do you do? He almost fell over after taking a punch to the face.
She avoided his onslaught and dealt him another strike to the gut as he raced for her. Before he recovered and banged his head on the vehicle bonnet, sending him crashing on the ground and yelling loudly, Isabella held his head.
She bowed down, causing the other guy in the vehicle to miss his aim and almost tumble to the ground as he was already charging at her with an iron rod. She kicked his legs off the ground, causing him to bang his head on the floor before she slammed him in the head with the butt of her rifle, knocking him out before he could make another effort.
She carried the second guy, who was already bleeding from the nose, to the rear of the vehicle after picking him up.
" open it, I said" she said as she pointed a pistol at the back of his neck
He said shakily, "The key is in the vehicle." He picked up the key and went to the driver's side as she followed him.
As the guy was occupied with the key, she said, "Get me the box marked "D."
The guy turned on his torchlight and started unloading the carefully stacked boxes. Soon after, he came upon the box with the letter "D" on it.
Isabella forced him to take it to the trunk of her vehicle, hit him in the head with the butt of her pistol, and then drove away, ensuring no one saw them.
As she parked her vehicle in her complex, she looked at the clock and saw that it was already 3.50am. She entered the house after leaving the box in the boot. She used her phone to send a text message to an unbooked number before getting into bed.
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10:00 on the same day
"Damn you fools!" As he shattered the items put on his table, Cera yelled loudly. There were five more mean-looking guys standing in the office as he took up his pistol and moved closer to the two men kneeling in front of his table.
You two imply that a regular woman knocked you both out? He kept going, furious.
'Sir… I… I…' He was the van driver, one of the guys bending down stuttering.
You're what? And you continued to lay helpless until you were located by the cops and taken into custody.
The second guy apologised and said, "We are sorry sir, we vow to get her and collect the carton."
What did she look like, idiot? Can you identify her?
No, she was covered up; we couldn't see her face.
How are you going to get her, you idiot? Cera snarled furiously.
'We …' The guy started to speak but was cut short as Cera transformed into a fearsome wolf and hacked off their heads with his claws, leaving their blood flowing. He gave the guys in the room the command, "Dispose them."
Two guys carried each body while four of the men carried the corpses outdoors. As Cera made his way back to his seat, the other guy who seemed to be the next in charge moved toward the table.
Cera sighed and sat down, saying, "We should have sent more competent wolves."
We weren't anticipating an assault, and we've sent both of them on similar missions before, and they've never failed.
So, how did this occur?
"I believe we were played, it must have been carefully planned,"
'Played? Given my personality, do you believe Sam can pull a fast one on me?
"I think the container was returned to that warehouse; nobody else was aware of the transaction," the person said.
As he waited for his call to be answered, Cera grabbed up his phone and called a number while giving the guy who was standing in front of him a severe glare.
He said, "He's not selecting," to the subordinate's eager ears.
The guy boasted, "I told you."
Go fetch my things for me, and in two hours, Sam will be here. Cera gave the instruction in a stern tone.
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On the open freeway, Isabella rode quickly while the air caused her jacket to flap backwards. She enjoyed the attention she attracted when she periodically rushed past automobiles; the drivers' expressions were invariably one of bewilderment as to why a woman would be riding so recklessly. However, she relaxed in that manner since it was her pastime. When she glanced in the side mirror and saw someone yelling and waving, she slightly slowed down.
'Hey' Kenneth yelled as he caught up to her and slowed down the powerbike's pace.
She answered, "Hello.
Can we pause for a moment and have a little conversation? She raised her speed before Kenneth asked, leveling up one more.
"What have you got to say?" I'm pressed for time to stop and talk.
I apologize for upsetting you, but are you new around here? You've never joined us at the bike riders association, I believe.
Which bikers' association? She questioned, picking up her pace once again.
You're not aware of the African Biker Association?
Due to wind blockage, the man only heard "We'll... another time" as she sped off.
He came to the conclusion that she must have told him that they would chat later.
But how were they going to reconnect when they couldn't even see one other's faces due to their helmets?
He made the decision to pursue her and try to catch up with her, but even after picking up the pace and riding erratically for a while, neither she nor her bike were to be seen.
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"It seems like we have a living person here." An injured corpse was lying in front of Inspector Bobby when he called for more cops from where he was crouched.
A cop who was standing next to him crouched down and said, "He's still breathing."
He has to be sent to the hospital right away for medical care. When medical personnel on a stretcher approached, Bobby stated as he rose up and made room for them to delicately take the corpse.
He saw as they rushed out with the corpse after loading it into an ambulance. He turned to look and saw the medical personnel loading the already-dead victims into their cars.
He stated to his colleague, who was standing next to him, "The manager of the warehouse is gone, and there are no signs of him or his corpse about the site."
Yes, they said, "We can't determine whether he was slain and dumped someplace else or if he was carried away by the assailants."
That is conceivable, but we must first ensure that he is not at home or somewhere in the neighborhood. We need to get in touch with his family and friends.
"I've already dispatched guys to his residence; they'll be back shortly with a response."
'Good' With a more bewildered expression on his face, Bobby turned and once again scanned the warehouse. "I'm merely curious as to who assaulted this location."
The coworker said, "I wonder as well, and it doesn't seem that anything was taken, since all the boxed items are still intact.
"I Don't think people who committed this act are robbers; I think they had another purpose in mind,"
Yes, it is accurate.
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Sam,The guy entered the vast chamber while being teased by Cera. "I see you're joking about with me,"
No, Cera, I promise. I did not organize the assault on your guys.
Where is my carton, then?
I Don't know, we labeled the container differently in accordance with our strategy and stacked it with the other cartons.
Who else was aware of our agreement?
Nobody else was aware of it, not even the guys who packed the boxes, who were unaware that anything was odd. It's him.
When it arrived at your warehouse, who did you send to conduct the repackaging?
"I repackaged it myself, taking it out of the beer carton and putting it in the tin milk carton."
Who was there while you were doing it?
"Nobody did,"
Then why was it the same carton that was stolen from my boys, I wonder?
I'm not sure sir, maybe someone in this room overheard our chat.
'Huh? Is anybody here? The guys around them trembled in horror when Cera growled loudly and fixed them with an intense gaze.
"Yes, someone in your company must have released the information,"
'Them?' Cera let out a brief giggle before pausing and returning to his soldiers with a vicious glare. The majority of them weren't even aware of the transaction, so these ones dare not sell me out.
"Then, maybe you..."
Sam stumbled in his panic.
'Perhaps I?' As he pulled out his rifle and leveled it towards Sam, Cera barked. Tell me now where and to whom you gave it.
"I promise, I have no knowledge of this." Believe me, I followed the plan exactly and made sure no one knew," Sam responded while trembling violently at the sight of the rifle.
"All right, get up and leave this area." Cera put his rifle down.
'Ehn?' Sam's eyes widened in disbelief as he realized that Cera would really let him go.
I warned you to leave before I changed my mind.
"Thanks, Cera." Sam got out of his kneeling posture, grabbed his shoes, and stood up. When the bullet entered his head, he instantly straightened up his shirt and moved for the door. He was just about to turn the latch when the shot was fired.