Adeline was hiding behind a mountain of rusting barrels with a glock cocked in front of her. Her eyes were alert as they scanned for any movements from the container opposite her. She was sure those sneaky bastards ran in there with their talks tucked between their legs after hearing the gun fire. Adeline sent a scalding look to her partner, who was hunched behind her with his gun in his hand and he sent her a sheepish grin. The fucker! She told him not to shoot unless she ordered him to but he didn't listen and now the target was alert and ready to welcome her unwanted presence with no doubt a bullet in her head.
She took a step forward, her black boot sinking in the puddle of muddy water as she gestured for her remaining team who was hiding on the opposite site of her.
"Get ready. If we abort the mission now, the target will get out of our hands. I repeat, get ready. Check cover. Check ammunition. Don't shoot Alfonso. I repeat, don't shoot Alfonso. We have to capture the leader Alive for questioning." she ordered through the Bluetooth attached to her ear and her team nodded in unison and gave her the thumbs up.
She braved and jogged a distance of ten meters when a strong of bullets came flying past her shoulder and lodged into an idle barrel. Adeline immediately ducked her chest flat on the asphalt as she began to army crawl instead. Her team was still in their assigned places covering for her.
Her hand holding the gun shook slightly. She couldn't stop the tremor of dread roll through her at the thought that they were cornered and so brutally fucked. The realization that she and all of her ten team members might not return home tonight began to gnaw her inside. Just because of a silly and thoughtless mistake of a man who obviously came this far by riding the coattails of his colonel father and now her fool-proof strategy was in tatters.
She could feel the nervous energy of her team mates and their distrust in her was palpable and so fucking irritating. That was the very reason she chose to work solo. team work wasn't her forte. she was a woman who made plan with her mind. that's how she reached so far in ranks with not a single bullet wound on her body. Some may argue and say that bullet wounds are battle scars but to her that was a mistake. a movement of distraction. A Kink in your armor.
So she made a split second decision which will obviously come to bite her in the ass later. but she had rather risk it than die here hiding behind a barrel.
That would be so pathetic! her lying spread eagled with a bullet between her eyes as the forensics prodded at her. ugh.
with one last look at her team members, she made a run for the container she knew the criminals were hiding in wait. she heard collective gasps and string of shocked curses but she just smirked and when the first criminal finally emerged with a fucking katana in his hand, Dion pulled the ring with her teeth and threw the grenade straight to his fat face, the man didn't saw it coming and stumbled back in horror but too late. the container blew up. caught off guard, a horde of men who were most likely protecting Alfonso came rushing out of the container. their faces disoriented and their weapons lose in their grips.
"Attack!" she yelled in her microphone and her team was beside her in a jiffy, their weapons blazing as they charged toward the targets and began shooting. blood was every where and the whole port had erupted into a battle field. some had lost the weapons and were all out brawling on the muddy ground fighting for control. nowhere it looked like as if the special anti-crime unit was raiding a hideout of a known criminal. It was more like a violent video game and that's what happened when Dion was involved.
Chaos insued.
Dion drove her elbow straight to a man's nose and grabbed his greasy hair with her tactical gloves clad fingers.
"where's Alfonso hiding?" she demanded.
"Fucking putana. you're dead!" he cursed and tried to swing at her but she knocked him out cold with the butt of her gun.
"What the fuck, Ducate?" one of her team member hissed at her, livid at how she handled the situation. she admitted the move was precarious but they didn't have time to dwell on right or wrong.
"You go left and I go right! we need to catch Alfonso at all costs!" she stressed and her team member gave her a reluctant node.
Dion ditched her now empty gun and grabbed an idle Ak-47 from the ground. she could swear these monsters always managed to get their hands on the best weaponry out there. the strap of her protective head gear dug under her chin as she shot two more men in the leg. Crouching, She was now at a more secluded Part of the port although she could still faintly here the commotion where the rest of her team mates were.
just then she heard the roar of an engine from nearby and she cursed loudly. she prayed that it wasn't too late. she ran in the direction of the noise with the rifle raised to her eye level but It really was too late. she watched with horror as the black pick-up truck vanished from her sight no doubt carrying Alfonso.
"No!" She screamed after it, her chest heaving as she took her helmet off and hurled it away in anger and disappointment.
She didn't want to think about what the consequences of their failed mission entailed. today the rules were obviously broken and there would be a price to pay. In the end, It was always the leader to go down.
that's why she loathed team missions.
.....
Dion received the first bullet wound of her career on her shoulder and yeah she was gonna call it a battle wound...coz why not? beside that, she recieved some bruises and cuts here and there but nothing she couldn't recover from. not the suspension though. It was like a dirty smear of shit stain on her service dozier. It wasn't the risky stunt she pulled despite no casualties on her side but how she was forced into a liquor test which revealed that she had been drinking last night. Oh how she begged to explain that she was completely lucid which she was but each and every word of her fell on deaf ear and she was unjustly suspended for two weeks with a little warning that if she didn't accept the consequence, she would be strictly dealt with. that almost cracked her heart in two and she bit her tongue.
Now she was on the back of a military truck in grey tee and black cargo pants. her gun and badge consficated. it was almost like she being kicked out but this was nothing new. if she was right, this was her fifth suspension in the last six years. A ratio more than average trouble making soldiers.
Fuck it.
A soldier opposite her was watching her silently and he smirked arrogantly at her obvious distress and she glared daggers at him.
They dumped her out side the base in the middle of nowhere as an added punishment but like she said, it wasn't something she hadn't been through and by now the tracks that led from the dense forest to a near by highway were engraved in the walls of her skull.
she threw her military back pack, the only thing she could take with her, over her shoulder and navigated her way through the thick trees and strange looking plants and mushrooms sprouting from everywhere.
how can they drop her here like this?
maybe, an hour or two later, Dion was flagging a cab she was so lucky to get on an otherwise deserted highway.
She could only wish the driver wasn't a damned serial killer out looking for his next victim because she literally had no energy to fight for life against a sick fuck.
so yeah, she reached her apartment safely and handsomely paid the driver who gave her a weird look as if he was dealing with a criminal. she knew her hair were disheveled but wasn't that reason only a little too much to reduce her to the pests she rid the world of on regular basis?
he should be thanking her but again, she was a special soldier of her country. if she died, even then she would be a silent martyr.
yeah, life sucked.
she needed a bottle of vodka and take a full swig straight through it. she wanted to forget this cursed day or else she was going to go on a killing spree and hunt that Bastard Alfonso from whatever ditch he was hiding in.
she was practically free for the next two weeks although her captain wanted her to feel the brunt of her actions but Daria never regretted them. so fuck him. fuck suspension. fuck world. fuck Alfonso.
Although if she somehow got her hands on him, she was going to hang him up by a nose and watch as the life bled out of him.
Just kidding. don't take her serious.
Two weeks passed by in a blur and on the thirteenth day of her suspension a courier arrived for her with the returning address of An Italian Bread shop which didn't existed because it was an alias for her organization.
Dion had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as she ripped apart the cover. her eyes were wide in horror as she read the contents of the two paged letter and it was as if the letter burnt her and it slipped from her fingers.
It was a discharge letter.
at 26
And she was dishonorablly discharged.
Some would say she deserved it but for Dion, her worst fucking nightmare just came true.