Chapter 1: Maverick
“...that is your mission, understood?” My head spun to face Geronimo.
“Pardon?” I blurted out.
“I said, your next target is Luca Windsor. We are getting paid a lot for this, Maverick, so you better do well.” he warned me, his voice stern.
“Your head really has been up in the clouds lately.” Aurielle, my partner in crime, added onto Geronimo's statement. I continued staring into space though, not caring I was only continuing to prove their point.
“Yeah, okay, I’ll do it.” I muttered in the midst of my daydreaming.
“Do you need me or Aurie to come?” Austin responded quickly, knowing that I would somehow mess up on the mission. The two siblings were my only friends in Zomji. Caring for me whenever I came back injured, or scarred mentally.
I knew the mission ahead of me would be dangerous, especially since Luca had many connections. Links to Italian Mafia and dangerous bikie gangs. I would be fine though and I knew it. Even because of this, I wasn’t deterred, he wouldn’t be able to take me down in the time I did so to him. He was slow, I was fast. True facts based on his appearance.
Anyways, I packed up my stuff and got ready to go. I checked my bracelet (with a button, otherwise why would I be wearing it?) and tucked my daggers into the pockets encased in my coat. So with that, I left to go find Luca Windsor. _________________________________________________________________________________________
Finding him certainly was not an easy task. I was out in the city for hours, hiding in the shadows (not that I needed to) and keeping my daggers at arm's length. With the description I was given, it wouldn’t be hard to find him, yet not easy. He had blonde hair, brown eyes and a rather large 5’3 frame for a 46 year old.
All of a sudden, I heard a rustle from one of the alleyways behind a restaurant. I slowly moved in on the area, speaking into my earpiece.
“This is Agent Maverick, moving in on target GH78, over.” I mumbled into my mic.
“Alright, move in slowly, all weapons out.” a woman instructed back at me. I turned off my mic as a signal I was doing just that. I leapt towards the door and kicked it down. A flight of stairs lead to a room below, loud music blaring and blinding lights peaking through the cracks. Making sure my footsteps were muffled, I slowly made my way down, my daggers held out in front of me in a defensive position. I shoved the door open, men stared my way, most of their faces covered my masquerade masks.
“Where is Luca Windsor?” I asked them, my voice calm, yet still a shout. They pointed to a private room, windows showed what was going on inside, a game of poker, from the looks of it. I threw one of my daggers into the window, it landed right in the middle, hitting one of the men inside on the head and killing them. I ran towards and leapt through the broken window and found Luca almost instantly, his group of hoons gathering in front to protect him. What a loser.
“Ezekiel, Neriah, get him,” he ordered the two, “kill him if you must.”
“Chill, Mr Windsor. That’s my job, killing you.” I spoke, my voice nonchalant. This was my job after all, if I got all worked up it would not help me at all. “Maybe you should come with me to make it easier.”
“No.” A simple reply from him, not what I was expecting.
Something hit the back of my head.
It felt somewhat like a frying pan, yet I knew it wasn’t. Not in this situation. I spun on my heel to face it, one of my many daggers was drawn and threw it behind me. I hit someone, but not the person who had attacked me. Two snickers came from my side and I turned to it. Two twins stood next to each other, with the same bone structure and face shapes. One a girl and the other a boy, both my age.
“Let’s get him.” The boy spoke to his sister and a shortsword came my way. I quickly ducked and it skimmed the top of my head, cutting off a few locks. I stared him down, a fire now burning in my heart. The audacity that man had to cut off my hair. I threw my favourite dagger at his knee and it dug into it, a scream eliciting from his throat. “You took my hair from me! I will take the ability to walk from you!” I growled, throwing at least another two daggers his way.
“Neriah!” he hissed through his teeth, before a girl crashed into me knocking me to the ground. A fist hit the back of my head and I was seeing stars for a moment, mixed in with the LED lights of the room. Another fist came barreling towards my face and I narrowly dodged it. “Chill, girl!” I chuckled and kicked my legs upwards, hitting her stomach. She barely flinched, that Neriah girl. Her mouth tightened and she continued sending fists flying into my face. Most of them hit me. The damage wasn’t necessarily bad, mainly because her fists were softer than a baby’s bottom. I rolled out from underneath her and sent my own fist to her face. She looked at me like I’d killed her whole family. Actually no, not killed, tortured, lit on fire and then slowly killed them over a long period of time. Suddenly, I felt something dig into my stomach and slowly push through to the other side. I grunted in pain and tried to push Neriah off me, it did not work. The muscle that girl had was more than my whole family had.
I got out from under her and held my stomach to stop the bleeding. The weapon she’d used to stab me was in her hand, soaked in my blood. I scanned the room for any sign of Luca. None. That bastard must’ve escaped while I was attacking those two.
“So, Maverick, how does it feel to be attacked? My father did nothing wrong yet you still went for him. Why was that?” the boy asked me, a fire caged inside those blue eyes. I went still. I didn’t know what to do in this situation. The only reason I had attacked him is because I was paid to. Also because it was my first solo mission, an easy one Zomji had said.
“So, uhm yeah? I gotta go?” I mumbled and hid my hands behind my back to use the button on my bracelet to call for help. Lucky me. I slowly backed away before a sword was pointed at my chest.
“Don’t you dare, Kennedy.” Neriah sneered at me. Being called by my last name shocked me.
“Back off girly pop.” I growled as a response and made a run for it. My bracelet had buzzed, signalling that others had come. My stomach burned like a thousand suns but it didn’t deter me. I dashed out of the alleyway and into the open road. I looked like hell and I knew it. A car pulled up and I got in, Judy, caretaker of the group saw me instantly and tsked. “Maverick, darling, you can’t keep doing this. It’s like the third time you’ve been stabbed in the past year or so.
“So?” I mumbled and the car began moving.
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