LOCATION: CIA HEADQUARTERS ~ C̶O̶L̶U̶M̶B̶I̶A̶
[AGENT CLARIA:] Monday, April 1st, 2023. Don Diego sent twelve heavy-loaded planes, each carrying over twenty billion worth of cocaine, flying across the nation. The first six were routed to Africa. After hacking and tracking, we infiltrated their hideout on the East coast of Kenya.
However, 30 minutes into the operation, we lost all signal and access to Don's men. It wasn't until 12:00 am, April 12th, 2024, that we located them at the Asian border, where they delivered the goods to an unknown person. Unfortunately, an unknown virus attacked our system, and we couldn't track the recipient.
On April 16th, 2024, the remaining six planes made an abrupt stop at the rocky desert of Palestine, specifically at the Radha Base, the alleged hideout of Arabic Prince. This was the same prince our government claimed was beyond our reach, the same clan we failed to eliminate during Operation Flush Negative.
"All because of Armageddon?" Claria scoffed.
"AGENT CLARIA!!!" The commander yelled, slamming her hand on the table.
"What?!" She shot back.
The commander's cold eyes turned bloodshot. "That's enough!!"
"No, it's not! We had these people right where we wanted them, and then we let them slip away. Because of a word from the president? We spent five years investigating this case, and when we finally found concrete evidence, BOOM! We received a call from the president to drop the case. Who does that?"
Gracia, Claria's friend and colleague, tried to calm her down "Claria, calm down."
But she was beyond consolation. "These men will stop at nothing as long as Don Diego is alive. They'll devour every last crumb of this country!"
"But if you're all going to chicken out, I'll do it my own way," She added.
"How do you plan to kill a man when you have no idea what he looks like? If you face him, you'll...no, you will die!" Gracia said, trembling.
Claria's eyes narrowed. "When did you become so sentimental? Have you forgotten the oath we took when we joined this agency? We vowed to die an honorable death saving the nation, no matter the cost."
"He's not human, Claria. I saw it that day. Bullets don't work on him, nor do knives. It's a miracle I'm still alive. No one can recall his face...this is no coincidence."
"Damn it, Gracia, don't start with that again. Commander, inform the superiors that when I capture this man, I'll have the honor of killing him. I'll slay him and use his blood to paint the walls of the White House. Then he'll know the government isn't a joke."
"But Claria, he is the government!" She yelled.
Her warning echoed through the hallway as Claria disappeared through the door.
"CLARIA!!"
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[𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 𝗕𝗔𝗥: S͟H͟A͟D͟O͟W͟ C͟A͟V͟E͟]
In the shadows of Colombia, a clandestine bar known as Shadow Cave operated, shrouded in secrecy. This was the hub of illicit trading, where death lurked in every corner.
A waitress, none other than Claria, growled under her breath.
"Why isn't he here again today?" Her eyes scanned the room, searching for a glimpse of the elusive figure.
A gentle tap on her shoulder broke her concentration.
"Four!" a voice whispered.
Claria spun around, her eyes locking onto a woman known only by her codename, "Six."
"What do you want?" She asked, her tone neutral.
Six smiled slyly. "Still searching for him, I presume?"
Her eyes narrowed. "I've only heard tales. I've never laid eyes on him. Are you certain he comes here?"
Six's smirk deepened. "Trust me, he'll be here today. Wednesdays are always your break, which is why you've never met him."
Claria's lips curled into a sly smile. "You should have told me sooner."
Six's expression turned serious. "Be careful, Four. He kills without hesitation."
I'm not sacred of him" Her face fell to a frown.
"I see, The boss is indeed fortunate to have hired a fearless staff member like yourself."
"Is that a compliment? Then, thank you!" She blew a kiss, her lips curling into a sarcastic smile.
"Attend to table seven. The gentleman's name is Milagro, a notorious hired killer who has served the same individual you're eager to meet for four years without being eliminated. Be nice to him."
"Aiye!"
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She feigned a warm smile as she placed the wine bucket on the VIP table.
"The wine you ordered." She bowed, her fury simmering just below the surface.
This was the same man the government had failed to apprehend two years ago. If only she had the opportunity to eliminate him.
A loud smack echoed through the air as Milagro, surrounded by over ten ladies, spanked her, sending a surge of scorching blood rushing through her veins and arteries, waiting to unleash her pent-up rage.
Her eyes flashed with anger as she turned to face the grinning man.
"What's with that look? Do you want to hit me?" He asked, her voice dripping with disdain. "Aren't you just a bar attendant? Isn't this just part of your routine?" The man laughed, clearly amused by his own jokes.
"You'll regret this," she warned, her voice cold.
The man chuckled again, his sarcasm evident. "Oh, I'm shaking in my boots. You think you look scary?"
Without hesitation, Claria pulled off one of her heels and slammed it into the man's skull, the stiletto sinking deep into his brain. In a swift, ruthless motion, she twisted and yanked the heel out, leaving the man's lifeless body slumped in his seat.
Blood gushed and splashed everywhere, drenching her body. She smirked, wiping the blood off her lips. "I told you, you'd regret this. Didn't I?"
The ladies who were with the deceased man casually walked away from his corpse and headed towards another man, unfazed by the brutal killing.
A man from the crowd asked one of the guards, "Who is she?"
The guard replied, "With her uniform on, I think she's just a bar attendant."
A smirk escaped his lips. "I like her for catching my attention, but killing that guard who stole my 1.7 billion worth of gold was a waste of life. Find a way to bring her to me, I want her in my possession, complete and whole."
He let out a low, menacing chuckle.
Claria, meanwhile, checked the guard's pulse, confirming he was indeed dead. His body was cold to the touch, different from the warmth of the blood that still lingered on her skin.
Her mind racing, she knew she had to leave the scene immediately. If the commander found out, her career as a secret agent would be over.
Just immediately the police arrival, sirens blaring, only adding to her urgency.
She had called them hours ago before losing her sanity.
She had direct contact with the victim, There was enough evidence linking her to the crime, but even if her DNA was found on him, she had a plausible explanation - she was just the bar attendant who checked his pulse.
All she need to do was to get rid of her heels.
As the officers approached, She took off, She'd been in tougher spots before, her impulsiveness having led her to kill numerous criminals in the past.
She should have been behind bars, but her skills and training had always kept her one step ahead of the law.
Her feet pounded the pavement as she ran, her mind racing with no clear escape route in sight. She looked over her shoulder, confused, as the police officers closed in.
"Freeze!" one of them yelled, their voice amplified through the car speakers. "Put your hands up in the air and remain like that!"
Her heart sank, she slowly raised her hands in surrender. "It's finally over," she thought, a sob welling up inside her.
But just as she expected the officers to approach her, gunshots rang out, and bullets whizzed past her head. She ducked, seeking cover behind the police car.
In the chaos, a man appeared, he waa dressed in all-black attire. "Follow me," he urged, grabbing her arm and pulling her along.
Her instincts screamed that this was one of Diego's men, she glanced up at her him, She was grateful. He came at the right time.
"God, you came through for me," she thought, a faint smile creeping onto her lips.
But what did he want from her?
"Who are you? Why did you save me? Where are you taking me?"
The man in black replied, "Don demanded your safety. That's all I can tell you."
Het laughter was laced with hysteria. "You mean Diego? Are you kidding me?"
The man stopped at a black jeep and ordered, "Hop in!"
As he took the wheel, Claria's smirk returned. "Are you serious about what you said?"
His expression was grim. "I tell no lies. If I don't bring you to him, I'll die."
"Then I'm sorry." Claria forced a smile and took to her heels.
The man sighed, "I'm sorry too," and floored the jeep, running Claria down.
Her body crumpled, rolling across the ground as she lost consciousness.
"Don gets what he wants, or people die."
Her brain screamed in anguish, "This wasn't part of the plan!"