A bolt of lightning struck. A car door slammed. A hooded figure was seen exiting the car. Judging by the hair and shape, the figure was male. His boots made noisy splashes in the puddles formed by the rain. He clenched his jacket shut to protect himself from the downpour and hurried towards the hut nearby.
Meanwhile, a pair of eyes watched the figure intently. The eyes were hidden behind bushes, waiting soundlessly.
The eyes saw the man knock on the door, but didn't hear the knock. The rain was too noisy. The body belonging to the eyes inches forward silently. It was important to hear the conversation that would come next.
Someone answered the door to the hut, but didn't invite the man in. "You're late," a woman's voice was heard. "Wait here."
The man nodded. The rain died down. A few minutes later, the lady was seen shoving a parcel into his hands. "468 D. Gacho Avenue. Be quick about it. Don't let anyone see you," she said.
468 D, Gacho Avenue.
A doorbell rang. A young woman reached the door, dressed in pajamas. "Who is it?" she asked through the peephole.
"Open the door. There's a man coming to kill you. I need to stop him before he does," says the visitor.
"How do I know you're not the one who's going to kill me?" the girl asked.
"If I wanted to kill you, I could easily have broken down the door by now. Or I could have shot you through the door. Think, girl. Quickly!" the visitor countered.
The girl relented and opened the door. But just as the visitor entered her house, someone shouted from the stairs. "WAIT! DON'T LET HIM IN!"
The girl blinked in confusion. This split second was all the visitor needed to pull out a knife and hold it at her throat. Right at this moment, the man from the stairs reached the door.
"Take one step further, Ravi, and I'll cut her windpipe," the visitor said. His grip over the girl tightened, and she whimpered.
This stopped Ravi in his tracks. "Let her go, Gus. This is between you and me. It has nothing to do with the girl."
Gus laughed out loud. "It has everything to do with the girl. Without her, we wouldn't even be in this place."
The girl looked like she was about to cry. But this was just a show. A show put on for the men. She just needed to make them think she was weak, make them underestimate her... until she figured out who was on her side.
One of them had an important document in his pocket, and the other had a fake version of that same document. If she signed it, all her wealth (all 5 billion of it) would be sent to a charity. However, her ex wanted to prevent this from happening—and thus the current knife-drama.
Her ex, Shyla, was a ruthlessly selfish woman. She would rather see money wasted on cigarettes and hookah than a charity. After their divorce, Shyla had taken most of the good furniture with her, as well as 70% of their money. The five billion that was about to be donated was only 25% of their combined wealth.
One of the men worked for Shyla, and the other worked for the charity. One of them wanted to do good, and the other would stop at nothing—except her death (Shyla didn't want a murder on her hands)—to accomplish what he had to. But which was which? The girl needed to figure out the answer quickly, before it turned into a bloodbath.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed something. Realisation struck her. She acted immediately.
She bent her head down and brought it back up forcefully, hitting Gus's nose with her head. Taking advantage of his momentary surprise, she twisted his arms and got out of his grip.
Ravi started to advance towards her. She folded her leg and extended it quickly, allowing her heels to dig through Ravi's cheeks.
She surveyed the scene. To her left lay Ravi, clutching at his cheek in pain. To her right lay Gus, holding his bleeding nose. She had to be sure of who was Shyla's guy and who wasn't, and she had to do it fast. Another minute or two and he would regain the energy to attack her. Her petite frame would not be able to counter the raw strength of the attacker. The element of surprise was her only advantage.
She bent down, pulling a knife from inside her belt. With one swift motion, she plunged the knife into a heart. As one man lay dying, the other one asked, "How... How... How did you know?"
"The charity is the only building in this town without a cemented pavement. There's soil there instead," the girl said to Gus, "and your boots are the only muddy ones."
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