The luxurious lounge fell silent, its opulent furnishings mocking the tension. The cleaner, stood frozen, her eyes fixed on the situation around her. She was caught in a precarious web of deceit, unsure how to navigate the situation. Across the room, Jade, stood tall, her piercing gaze and chiseled stance warning the cleaner not to make any sudden moves.
The female security detail, with a sharp instinct for trouble, positioned herself near the door the cleaner had just entered, her hand resting on the grip of her holstered Glock 19. The air was thick with anticipation, each person waiting for the others' next move.
Debbie and Lauda sat poised on the glass-topped stool, their gazes fixed on the cleaner. Their expressions balanced between caution and nonchalance, hinting they knew the cleaner's true identity as an undercover EAE Intelligence agent. But they played it cool, concealing their suspicions to avoid raising the cleaner's alarm.
The silence hung heavy, tension filling the air like a challenge. Suddenly, the female airport security, strode in, her eyes scanning the room with a mix of curiosity and warning.
As she entered, the cleaner, paused, drawing the attention of the female security detail, hidden behind the door. The female security detail had received a discreet signal from Jade her boss, to remain concealed.
The cleaner noticed the signal and tried to warn her counterpart, the female airport security, but the security's inexperience or shock left her unresponsive. Instead, she instinctively reached for her Sig Sauer P320.
Anticipating this move, the skilled female security detail, stepped out from her hiding spot and unleashed a powerful kick. The female airport security survival instincts kicked in, and she raised her hand to block the blow. The kick connected, but her hand absorbed most of the impact, sparing her jaw from the full force. The female airport security stumbled backward, her eyes blazing with fury, struggling to maintain balance.
Her recovery revealed both the deadly precision of the kick and the detail's formidable strength.
The cleaner shook her head, frustrated by the airport security officer's recklessness. Lauda's knowing smirk, a nod to the detail's skill, reflected her own combat experience.
The cleaner seized the moment, discreetly sending a distress signal via her watch. Jade noticed and swiftly drew her FN Five-seven, training it on the cleaner. The cleaner raised her hands in surrender, but Lauda's knowing smile revealed she'd caught the hidden distress call before Jade could react.
The female airport security swiftly regained balance, retrieving her Sig Sauer P320 from the floor to catch the female security detail off guard. However, before she could take aim, the detail unleashed another lightning-fast kick, striking the security's ribcage. The force sent her grimacing, clutching the affected area in agony.
The speed and precision of the kick left her bewildered, unable to aim her Sig Sauer P320 taking the shot. Seizing the opportunity, the female security detail disarmed her Sig Sauer P320 with a swift kick, sending the gun sliding out of reach.
Sensing victory, the female security detail delivered a decisive kick, aiming for the airport security's neck. But the security, fueled by anger and humiliation, grasped the detail's leg and sprang up, attempting to spin and slam her to the ground.
The female security detail, anticipating this counter, deftly evaded with a sleek maneuver, landing firmly on both legs. The airport security crashed into the wall, her body crumpling to the floor, unconscious and badly injured.
Relieved but far from safe, the female security detail's reprieve was short-lived as silenced shots pierced the air, grazing her, as she swiftly dodged the next shot.
Seizing the chaos, the cleaner kicked the cart, sending its contents flying, momentarily blinding Jade.
The cleaner then feigned a fall, using the momentum to slide across the floor on her back. In one swift motion, she drew her pistol, a Walther PPK and fired two silenced shots from the ground. Jade dodged instinctively, her vision still blurry. Debbie and Lauda also evaded the silenced shot meant for any of them, their quick reflexes saving them.
In an instant, Lauda swiftly rose, her trained reflexes kicking in, and retrieved a smoke bomb from her pocket in one fluid motion. She swiftly uncapped it, releasing a smoke bomb that engulfed the room, obscuring visibility. The dense fog blocked the cleaner's and male undercover airport security's lines of sight, momentarily disorienting them.
Jade's smirk was the only visible reaction amidst the chaos. Debbie, the cleaner, and the male airport security wore shocked expressions.
Lauda drew her silenced Beretta M9 Pistol as they struggled to recover, took aim, her two calculated silenced shots intending to neutralize the threat- the cleaner. Despite the smoke, the cleaner dodged the two silenced calculated shots, but one grazed her, narrowly missing its mark.
Meanwhile, the male undercover airport security struggled to reorient himself. Lauda seizing this opportunity, exited the room and delivered two fatal calculated shots from her silenced pistol, hitting him in a fatal place, as he drops down, dead.
Lauda showcased her sharp instincts and marksmanship, achieving her objective despite the obstructing haze, emitted by the smoke bomb she swiftly uncapped and tossed unleashing the dense fog.
As the silenced shots faded, Lauda surveyed the scene, her calculated gaze assessing the aftermath. Meanwhile, Debbie, shaken and coughing from the smoke, stumbled out, her usually composed demeanor rattled. Her eyes locked onto Lauda's, awe and fear mingling.
While Jade tended to the female security detail, relieved to find her alive, thanks to her bulletproof vest.
Debbie's eyes widened, her mouth agape, as she beheld Lauda's calm demeanor, stunned by the smoke bomb's strategic deployment and Lauda's exceptional marksmanship, which had remained unerring despite the obscuring haze.
Jade rushed to the female security detail, her leadership instincts kicking in. She then moved towards Lauda, who blocked her path, eyes narrowing in scrutiny. But Lauda's poker face remained inscrutable, unfazed by Jade's probing gaze. Jade's smirk conveyed approval, her eyes glinting with intrigue, before turning to retrieve Manager Sally and Suzana.
The two women hesitated to leave the lounge. Sensing the ominous atmosphere, Sally's instincts screamed warning, detecting the foul play unfolding around her. Suzana, persuaded by Sally's concern, reluctantly agreed to leave.
As they stepped out, they encountered the casualties, one fatality - the male undercover airport security - and two unconscious individuals: the female airport security and the cleaner, who was pretending to be dead, as they exited the opulent VIP restroom.