"The organization sends her regards. You're a liability to them. I hope you understand?"
"If you shoot, my men will come." Captain Fati said amidst the tension already building up with him. Was this his end? He had barely started to reap the benefits of joining the organization, and now he was meeting his end.
"I doubt so. The music is loud and there's a silencer at the barrel of my gun. Any last words?" Bishop said sarcastically like the Captain had a choice.
Struck with fear, Captain Fati tried to scream for help, but he was silenced by Diamond, who fired three shots in his chest; the half-naked Captain was dead before his body touched the ground, and all was over in a matter of seconds. After executing his target, Bishop quickly left the toilet and soon left the club without leaving any trace. After leaving the club, Bishop made a quick call to his superiors to inform them about his successful mission.
"Has the target been neutralized?" A voice came through the speaker of the cellphone Bishop held.
"Affirmative Sir."
"Good! Check on the others to see if they have neutralized their targets as well."
"They're already on it sir. Knight, Rook, and Queen are moving in on their targets." Answered Bishop from his end of the cell phone.
"Alright then, I don't want any flaws. I want all targets neutralized tonight. Understood?"
"Yes sir." (Beeps) The beeping sound signaled that the call had ended even before Bishop could finish.
***
After the call ended, Bishop quickly typed some texts on his phone and then sent them to other assassins. Once he was done sending the message, he entered his car and drove away into the night. Meanwhile, Borja and the others who were oblivious to their friend's demise, had no idea the terrible fate that was about to befall them.
Somewhere along Highway 67, Francis sits comfortably in his Cadillac as he is being driven home by his driver. At that sudden moment, while he was looking out through the window of his car, he saw a stunning young lady standing alone by the side of the road. No words could describe how stunning the lady looked; her dress was too thin, and most of her body was exposed. Her smooth radiant skin glowed as the headlights shone on her. There was no way any man could have resisted this kind of attraction, not even a priest in celibacy. Francis soon fell into temptation which forced him to make a very unfortunate decision.
"Stop the car!" He ordered his driver quickly, not wanting to speed past his catch.
"Sir?"
"I said STOP THE CAR! ARE YOU DEAF?" Francis's voice came filled with urgency.
"SCREEECH!"
"Pull back to that young lady," Francis ordered his driver, who had already driven past the lady.
The driver did as he was ordered, and as the car stood in front of the young lady, Francis brought down his windscreen and tried to make a good impression on the lady.
"Hello hot vixen, what's your name?" Francis asked grinning from ear to ear.
"Rook."
"So Rook are you waiting for someone?" He asked after getting her name.
"Yes sir... I was waiting for my boyfriend but it seems he won't be coming anytime soon." She replied approaching dangerously close to the open window.
"Hmm, well I could give you a ride only if I could get a little kiss?"
"Just a kiss?" She replied it was as if the heavens knew her heart.
"That's right." Smiling sheepishly like an idiot, Francis brought out his head and squeezed his lips to get a kiss from the lovely lass but what followed after that sealed his doom. Within a blink of an eye, Rook brought out a gun from her purse and pointed it at the lips of Francis.
Before he could react, the trigger was pulled, and the bullet burst his skull, scattering his brain inside the car. Upon realizing what had happened, the driver tried to drive away, but he, to,o, was shot in the head by Rook. After that, Rook left the place and walked away in a hurry; as soon as she was out of sight, she
got a call from Bishop.
"Is it done?" Asked Bishop.
"Yes. The target has been neutralized."
"Good, Knight, too, had completed his task. The only one remaining is Queen.
"Urgh, Please... I wonder what the boss sees in that lunatic. She's a wild card." Rook commented but got an awkward reply from Bishop.
"Don't forget she's the boss's pet. Let's me up at our rendezvous point. I'll call Queen and see what she's up to."
(Beep, beep, beep.)
***
Riding through the streets of York with his convoys, Borja enjoys the company of two strippers he picked up at the club. Thanks to his tinted windshields, nobody could hear or see what was going on inside the car except his driver. Things soon get intense between the minister and the strippers and before long, they soon get nasty and intimate.
Borja lets out a moan. "Oh yes... Suck that dick you bitches. That's it. Wrap those wet tongues around my mast. Ohh yeah."
Keep throwing more money at us and we might suck that tiny hole between your butt cheeks." One of the strippers lashed out.
"Don't worry, you nasty bitches, Money is no problem of mine," Borja replied. His body twitched with ecstasy.
Suddenly, the car halted abruptly as soon as the red light appeared on the traffic light. Borja who was startled by this sudden halt, shouted at his driver angrily.
"You dog! Are you mad? What's going on?" Borja grunted amidst pleasure.
"Sorry sir, There was a red light on the traffic light. It appeared unexpectedly so I had to stop." The driver apologized.
"Be careful you fool! You almost scared me to death. After that, Borja sighed with relief and laid his head backward while enjoying the pleasurable service from the 2 strippers.
***
Meanwhile, somewhere far away from the traffic jam, a lady is standing on the rooftop of a 9-story building, checking on Borja with binoculars and a 200M military-grade sniper with a long-range laser optic scope on it.
The lady's name is Susan, and she goes by the code name of Queen; She's also a member of the KILL Squad, and just like Bishop and the others, she was tasked with the order to take out Borja. But unlike her teammates, Queen was different in every way. After observing her target, Queen begins to dance on the rooftop while listening to the music from her MP3 player.
At that moment, her phone rings, and she casually checks who the caller is; after seeing the caller's ID, she ignores the call and keeps dancing merrily like a teenage girl. Seconds later, her phone rings again, but she still ignores the call, yet the phone continues to ring. After being fed up by the call, Susan finally answers the call.
"Hello. Who's on the line?"
"Queen! Where have you been? I've been calling you for a few minutes now. What is going on?" Bishop queried her through the phone.
"Relax..."
Bishop was shocked by the response he received from the Queen. "Are you singing?"
"I'm just listening to music."
"You crazy bitch! Have you forgotten about your mission? The target is on the move."
"Did you just call me 'crazy'?" Of all the names you could call Queen, she despised crazy the most. You wouldn't want her to go berserk for just calling a name.
"Just do your assignment, and let's meet at the rendezvous. Understand?" The beeping tone signaled the end of the call.
Infuriated by the insult she just received, Susan turns off the music and checks on Borja again. As soon as she sees that the traffic light is on the green, she takes her position behind her gun and aims at the moving car of Borja. Meanwhile, Borja who doesn't realize what's about to happen, continues to enjoy his fun moment.