Jaiden's Amazons

The sound of golden heels echoing through the spacious warehouse.

Aleen arrived at the rendezvous site where the other seven mafia bosses were to meet.

Enzo Bernadi turned around, spotting her.

Vincent DeLuca, dressed in his tailored green suit, blew some smoke from his mouth.

Hector Moretti, dressed in a black suit, on top his head a fedora, flashed her a smile. She looks around and signals her men to back off and wait.

“Ah. Aleen Leon. I though you’d never come. I supposed this was all above you,” Enzo Bernadi commented, eyeing the woman.

Enzo wore a clean white suit, one tooth of his was golden. His brown hair styled in a small bun.

“Why are all here? It better be for a good reason.” Aleen stated, flipping her white hair.

She was dressed in a red open shirt, which somewhat showed her cleavage. He black skirt hugged her waist, and her black coat draped her shoulders.

“Don’t worry, Donna. You’ll still have time for your nail appointment,” Alessio Bianchi joked, dressed in a sleek navy blue suit.

Aleen shot him a glare and stepped forward. “What did you just say?′ She snapped.

“Enough! You squabble like children,” Giuseppe Greco spat, emerging through the door.

He wore a brown suit, a napkin tucked in his pocket. She could smell his cologne, which had the sent of redwood.

His grey hair was slicked back and his weight resting on his black cane with a gold lion handle.

“You can’t blame them, they are children,” Malik Murray quipped, his grey suit neatly pressed.

His black hair wavy with a clean lineup.

“Shut up!” Aleen snapped. “No, you be silent!” Giuseppe said. Aleen cleared her throat and stepped back.

A man with graying hair emerged from the shadows. Aleen looked at him with a bored interest.

“This is Mr. Aaron Spencer, a scientist that works at Hexcorp, where they make interesting breakthroughs,” Mr. Fushimi, Giuseppe’s assistant, said.

“I know," Aleen snapped. "I make sure of that. Get to the point Mister, I don’t have all day.”

“Mr. Spencer has made an interesting discovery. I think you’ll be interested in,” said Mr. Fushimi, looking at her.

Mr. Spencer moved forward. “Gentlemen and...ladies. I, Aaron Spencer, has made a remarkable object that might make you a lot more deadly and dangerous.”

A chorus of people murmured in agreement, while she only nodded. “I have brought it here for all to see and that I hope you’ll be-”

“Show to us already. I don’t have all day,” she interrupted him.

Mr. Spencer then signaled to a man in the shadows, which emerged with a suitcase. Mr. Spencer opened the case and stepped forward.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you the future!” he beamed. The other criminals looked with interest at the objects, some whistling.

Vincent eyed the objects within, his eyebrow raised confused. “The hell is this?” He asked.

Mr. Spencer then smiled. “Glad you asked sir. These are micro bombs that if you throw it, it sticks to a surface and immediately the timer starts,” he informed them.

“You’re selling explosives, don’t you think we have enough?” Hector snorted as the others except Giuseppe chuckle.

“These bombs annihilate anyone in their paths. No survivors,” he proudly proclaimed. Malik looked at the bombs and noticed a packet of bullets. He picks them up and looked at them.

“What’s these?” He asked. “They’re expo titanium, special bullets that explodes the part of body it’s shot in,” Mr. Spencer explained.

“Who cares?” said Enzo, pushing past Alessio. “I want those bombs, badly. Give them to me, now!” he yelled, walking forward.

‘Bam!’ went a gunshot sound. Enzo’s body fell to the ground, motionless and still. His white suit soaking up the blood.

The metallic scent of gunpower filled the air as she lifted the smoking barrel to her red lips.

She blew out a breath, the smoke vanishing. “I’ve just about enough of your shit,” she said, glancing around.

A cruel smile played on her lips. She signaled the men who swarmed the warehouse, guns aimed at them all. ‘Fools,’ she thought. Mr. Spencer backed away in terror.

“Why you little bitch! You broke our agreement!” Mr. Fushimi yelled as the others and their men pulled out their weapons.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who broke the agreement. Why do they all have guns?” she retorted with a smirk. “Don’t do this,” Elio Amato said, his finger firmly on the trigger.

“Kill them,” she commanded, as she fired, hitting Elio in the chest.

Mr. Spencer ran off, Giuseppe was lead out by Fushimi and his men. Alessio fired his twin pistols nd his men fired their rifles.

Aleen dodged Malik’s men’s bullets and fire back upon them.

Mr. Spencer managed to get behind a pillar and fished out a rosary. He clutched it tightly and began to pray in earnest.

In the end, Malik and Alessio's bodies laid dead. Their blood in puddles on the warehouse.

She walked over to a frightened Mr. Spencer, who cowered behind the pillar. Her men pulled him out, the pathetic fool was shaking and quivering.

“You won’t kill me won’t you?” he pleaded. “Don’t act like an ass and I might not do so.” she affirmed.

“But no promises. Get out of line and you’ll join those idiots in the afterlife, got it?” she implied. He nodded. “Ok. What do you want?” he inquired.

“Make more of those weapons. I’m gonna need it,” she disclosed, as she slid a magazine into the pistol.

“Yes.” he nodded and walked away. “The world will finally fear me,” she muttered, a smile spread across her face.

“Like anyone would fear you?” mocked Bianchi, still alive. She looked at her gun. A smile appeared.” Not now but when I strike. They’ll wished they had negotiated instead.”

She pulled the trigger and the sound of a gunshot going off, reverberates in the room.

She lowered her gun and turned around, heading for the exit. “Clean up boys,” she said as three men followed her.