SIX: T r i G G e R
*****
Vresca changed her clothes fast. She could tell that his gaze was directed everywhere but never on her body. Although her speculations didn't last long when her stomach started making strange noises again.
'Please stop humiliating yourself Vresca.'
She glared at the floor and rubbed her stomach a little. When the whale-like sounds finally settled down, she slowly raised her head, only to find nobody was inside the room but her.
'What?'
She scanned the entire room, confused.
I did not even notice him leaving. Where did he go?'
She stood at the same spot for a few minutes, waiting for him when she heard an abrupt knock on the door.
Immediately, her eyes turned sharp and she studied the objects in the room, looking for a weapon.
'Who is it?'
'He never knocks. So, who?'
Vresca was holding onto a chair, dragging it silently as she slowly opened the door. It was light but with the right amount of force, the hit could be fatal. She opened the door carefully.
Now all she needed was a clean strike--
"Good morning. I hate to ruin your morning but it's almost time for you to go miss." A brunette wearing a spaghetti shirt and flimsy pink shorts greeted her.
She was chewing on bubblegum and her chest heaved everytime she tried to inhale. A crude cheap looking tag was pinned on her shirt---Monica.
It was one of the staffs of the cheap motel.
'Mildly suspicious.' Vresca observed her and her eyes stopped at her gigantic tits.
'Not suitable for combat and tracking.'
"Thanks for the notice..." Vresca sleepily murmured, rubbing her eyes to imitate a woman who just woke up.
"No problem. So sis, mind if you pick your ass out? I still need to clean the sheets."
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, it's okay. I said your one lucky girl. Nowadays it's hard to find such a hot sugar daddy." She giggled, "Don't be shy sis, I also fuck around a lot of daddies every now and then. Girls gotta' live her life y'know?"
Vresca clenched her hands tightly.
For a long time, she had never felt so ashamed of herself.
"Oh, but just a tip, I don't think what your wearin' would make a man get it up. Or does he have a weird kink?"
The other party successfully triggered her bottom line.
"He's in here." She smirked.
"What?"
"Daddy's inside. He's taking a shower." Vresca whispered seductively.
"Sorry. I'm not into threesome."
Vresca grinned in response.
"Say that again after checking out how many zeros he's got for his net worth."
Monica gulped, her attitude quickly changing.
"Plus, just between you and me..." Vresca came closer, leaning in to whisper in her ear, "This man has every damn bits of thick, huge glory to offer."
The greedy look she flashed for a second was all it took for Vresca to successfully bait her.
The big breasted brunette came inside as they were giggling and shushing each other like two close horny teenager besties.
"So, he's in the shower?"
"See for yourself." Vresca winked.
The brunette excitedly peeked inside the bathroom but it was completely empty. She instantly turned angry.
That little whore obviously played me!
"Bitch, he's not---
BhaMM!"
*****
"That will be sixteen dollars sir..." The cashier croaked in a small voice while speaking extra politely to this particular customer.
The tall man that stood in front of him was seriously scary.
Alrend picked up his wallet, taking out exactly the amount and slides it down the counter. The cashier nervously shoved the canned goods and sandwiches inside the paper bag. It was mostly food and water.
'Strawberry yogurt?' The cashier was weirded out with the last item.
'This man's either got a weird craving or his wife is pregnant.'
"Here you go sir, thank you for shopping with us." The cashier handed out the bags.
Alrend grabbed it and looked at the cashier with a deep, intense gaze.
"Thanks... Also, I don't have a wife."
The cashier felt terrified.
'How on earth can he tell what I was thinking!?'
Alrend ignored the speechless young man and walked away, glancing at his watch. It was already 6:30 am.
'Fifteen minutes left...'
He casually observed the store and found three more people minding their own business.
There was a big muscled man getting a coffee, a gentleman choosing his breakfast, and a woman in a red dress that was giving him a dirty, seductive look.
He ignored her completely. He was walking out of the store when the heavyweight man bumped into him. Directly against his right wounded arm.
"Oi. Mate, watch out will you?"
'Already ahead of you 'mate'.'
Alrend thought. He didn't flinch or budge even a little because of the pain. Not a single weakness was shown.
"I'm sorry to bother you." He said and went on his way, refusing to say another word to the angry fat man.
As he exited the store, he naturally raised his watch and studied the reflection of the small glass bouncing back to the store's windows.
For a brief second, the three customers exchanged a glance to each other before they continued shopping.
There was absolutely no flaw in their acting.
'The Organization is being too productive.'
Alrend laughed to himself and stretched his right arm casually. That fat fuck bumped his arm on purpose earlier. The enemy was trying to see if he would react, goading him if there was a disadvantage they could use against him.
'My right arm isn't completely healed yet...'
'A small disadvantage, isn't it...'
Alrend walked faster, heading straight to a secluded and abandoned alley.
Just as he expected, when enough distance was made between him and the store, he felt the killing intent lurking around him. He was being followed. Three persons to be exact.
He glanced at his watch again.
'Eleven minutes left.'
"Yo, old fucktard! This ain't a free strollin' territory for civilians." A black-skinned male scowled. He was dressed in an edgy attire, all gangsta-like, along with two other black men. They blocked the road with intimidating glares.
The old alley was a huge gangster hangout.
'Fifty meters away.' Alrend analyzed and glanced behind his shoulder when a sudden jab went for his face. He blocked it easily with one hand. He was not amused. He didn't have time to play with energetic youngsters.
"Whoa. Ain't bad." One of the guys whistled.
"Aaaah!"
In a blink of an eye, the leader shrieked in pain and was down on his knees.
His elbow turned and twisted in a weird, painful angle.
"AAAAH! You son of a bitch! My arm!"
"SHITBAG!" The two guys almost pissed themselves.
"What have you done to our boss!"
They dashed at him with knives.
'Nine minutes. Thirty meters.'
Ruthlessly, the deaf assassin picked up his pace and in four seconds, he took out two rotten eggs by cutting their own fucking throats with their own fucking knives. Two seconds each.
"De-devil!"
The lone survivor with a broken arm slumped on the ground and crawled backwards in retreat. He was scared shitless. He refused to believe that they were wiped out in a matter of seconds. They weren't the best gangsters in the town but they still made a huge name for themselves.
"D-don't come at me!" He cried, cowering in fear as he took out his gun.
Bang!