Chapter 6 - Removed Spearhead

            The only woman there was yawning lazily. It seems that this policy of the president made their colleagues so angry that they wasted a lot of money to cooperate with them in the murder of this one old man.

            She, who was instructed to intervene with Underboss, observed the event from the building to the north, right facing the podium which would later become the place where the president would deliver his speech, watched by hundreds of people of all ages. Her hands deftly positioned the sniper well, in contrast to the Underboss behind her who was just relaxing and looking around using his childish binoculars.

            Her eyes narrowed. See how enthusiastic his supporters watched the speech which was a covert campaign for his younger brother down there. How everyone cheer with joy with the promises that will be given if the younger sibling succeeds in serving alongside the older brother who has become the main point of a country with its own supporters as pawns.

            In fact, they could have killed that dirt-smelling man right now. But it doesn't seem exciting enough if neither parties will spread the success of their mission - that's what the useless Underboss think behind her. Because for God's sake, Ainsley just wanted to kill quickly, then get back into her comfortable bed. The recent mission is enough to erode her sleep time, not to mention the many members she has to control for her next mission.

            That girl chuckled. If that bastard really wanted to be reconized, why didn't he himself become the 'weapon' this time. Why did he have to tell her to work, while that bastard was busy with expensive coffee and childish binoculars in his hands.

            Her gaze circulate. As far as the eye could see, all that could be seen were the many tall buildings, the roads that branched off, to elite houses for the burjoisees. The girl sometimes remembers the time when her family was still complete. At least the house that became her childhood palace was close to vast meadows and forests that spoiled her eyes every morning. She was quite fed up by the pollution and being busy all the time in the center of this city. Ainsley wanted to take a break in her world for a moment, return to her childhood world where she was very happy. But she was not sure the Don would approve of her rest.

            She clearly knew that even though she was only Capo, but its existence is much higher than the Underboss which is closest to the current Don. She was the tip of the spear and the golden bullet for Don.

            Soldier under her obedience had been scattered all along. Some became spectators who mingled with the community, some were scattered on various street corners and shop-houses that became the shoulders of the economy in that area.

            The applause was booming. An authoritative footstep accompanied by a smile that did not fade accompanied his steps towards the podium. Not forgetting big men wearing black suits and sunglasses are around him. Be on guard if something untoward happens.

            Just when the head of state had just said a word, the girl deftly threw hot lead right on the president's forehead, causing hysterical screams from the spectators who scampered away. Also her sick grimace when realize she was targeted to be shot dead in head by Underboss who was with her before

            Her reflexes worked fine when she accidentally saw the silhouette regarding the gesture of the person who was going to shoot, therefore she quickly dodged it, but still her right back was stuck with hot lead.

            Again and again betrayal.

            The girl quickly took out her beloved penknife, but unfortunately, someone from outside the building shot her several times. Her hand was shot before she could throw the sharp-edged knife at the traitor dog.

            Again, from the other side but still outside the building, another shot was fired. Gun sound, which was not accompanied by a silencer, made chaos all the people there. They thought the shooting would still happen to them.

            Because of the shot earlier, the glass where she lean back was broken, the girl fell out and ended up on the roof of the someone’s car. Groaning softly while hold back the gunshot wound that was on her stomach, she swiftly ran to the side of the empty road, to at least take a brief refuge and think clearly.

            Her pupils moved. She let out a small chuckled when she realized that the Soldier who was under her rule had defected, ended up being that damn Underboss lackey, and now they're all trying to kill her.

            The girl crept, broke one of the car windows there, which of course caused a commotion alarm installed by the owner. She quickly disconnected the car system, opened some fibers, then started the car's engine manually without needing to use a key.

            She doesn't care if herself hit a stranger. What she cared about, she had to get out of there immediately and devise an idea of ​​revenge and return to being a bullet at Don's side. But the distinctive voice of the police was heard, pull out her from the various schemes that had formed in her head. She glanced from the rear view mirror to determine how many people were currently chasing her.

            Three police cars and six cars that she knew were owned by the Soldier. Their organization indeed facilitates the vehicle for the continuation of the mission. After a few minutes, suddenly three bullets were fired at the car. The glass shattered to pieces, inevitably make the girl poke her head upwards, and then realized that a helicopter was chasing her.

            Shit. How many people were going to kill her today.

            One hand remains on the steering wheel, while the other is busy holding back the bleeding in her stomach. The twenty-five-year-old girl dodged, sped her vehicle at high speed on a fairly busy road, making her desperately not hit civilians who didn't know anything.

            But her journey ended when a delivery truck crashed into her at an intersection, making the car turn around for a while and then plunge into the river. She who was trying to swim away from her car was getting shot again, shocking her and then choking on the water at the same time.

            Ainsley get caught.

            Her retina clearly saw that Associate- they are 'ordinary' people who are affiliated with the organization-namely politicians whose arrival at the same time the president appeared. Said that the Soldiers who had been chasing her - her own men, were that bastard's men. Said that they deliberately chased her with the police because she was the murderer of the president.

            From this the girl knew very clearly, that Underboss, The Association and its Soldiers work together to take her down.

Aldeolos

            She don't know how many years she was in that cell, but one thing the girl thought was that she could not possibly get out of there.

            It seems.

            Before that stranger came.

            Unusually, the warden who came that day felt very different. Say her instincts like that, because that girl can't even see it. But the series of sentences that left his lips, made the four people in the cell stunned, confused.

            "What do you mean?" This is the voice of the disgusting Michael. The girl had sworn that if she made it out, or at least saw his face, she would beat him up badly.

            "I can help you out of here" The stranger's voice again. Enough to make them play with their own brains. About the various schemes that might occur. Is this one test they have to face, or is it an illusion cause they are almost crazy here.

            "I can help all of you out," he said perceptively in the word 'all'. "But for today, I can only take out one person first"

            She chuckled grimly. She stared at the blue or white grains of light that sometimes appeared in his shadow. Made her crazy enough to want to get out of there, but she must continue to think sane because it is quite impossible if they all want to get out of this crazy prison.

            "Then let me out !!" the boy's squeak was heard. However, the strange man's voice chuckled even louder. As if he was not afraid the guards would come because of the commotion he was making.

            ….or maybe he was part of the guards?

            "You know for sure, that I need a smart person to come out with today, and a genius to stay here to help others" he explained again. Inviting the angry murmurs belonging to Michael who doesn't like to be verbose. "Isn't that right, Peter?"