Chapter 1- Prince Of Dubai
"You can come home now," I heard for the last time through the earpiece. It was Boss. I clawed the ear piece out and snarled at the paramedic who had kicked me in the head. He whimpered in anticipation as I jumped at him and snapped his neck like it was nothing.
The mission was over, and the suspect? He was long gone. I closed my eyes and jumped off the helipad; from there Boss would take care of my injuries and other things I needed.
At twenty-four minutes past six, a black matte Lockheed AH-56 Cheyenne arrived on the helipad on the top of Burj Al Arab Jumeirah. I know the exact time because I was standing there in front of the helicopter as part of the z+ convoy of the worlds most elite assassins. Playing along with their little games.
It was now expected that the
Prince of Dubai would walk to the front of the helipad, surrounded by a group of his personal security guards, and personally welcome his guest and thank him for murdering his brothers in cold blood.
Then the commotion would triangulate in groups of nine and move through the carefully engineered route to the memorial service downstairs.
In the most ominous sense of chaos, we weren't alone, in fact, there was something far more interesting in the crowd than just the Assasins.
The atmosphere was full of evolving uncertainties as the skies changed its sunset colors to downcast black, everyone had the same question in my mind- where was the Prince?
I am sure I wasn't the only who was starting to get aware that there might be something bigger happening. But we said nothing as we were trained to; we had no idea what was coming.
Alex stood behind me, I heard someone talking on her microphone but i didn't suspect anything. It was a well-known fact that some of us were more elite than the others and that they disguised themselves to extract the target under excruciating circumstances.
I thought Alex was one of them and momentarily even felt star-struck to meeting her.
But I was wrong, in exactly two minutes the microphone cackled again and she opened fire, her guns were electrically powered paralyzing or killing based on the range of the victim.
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"I don't understand why she didn't shoot me first, she just knocked me out and when I woke- everyone was dead including the Assasins. The last thing I remember seeing was her jumping off the roof."
"Are you sure there were no other survivors ?" he asked.
"No one," I said recalling the room filled with dead bodies.
"Do you have any idea where this Alex might be now?" he adds in deep thought.
"Not a clue,"
"Good," he says pulling out a gun from his coat. I stared at him in horror.
"I don't understand, you are part of the FBI!" he stands up pointing the gun to my head.
"Who are you people?!" I screamed.
"She is just a weapon." he points to a curtain, as Alex steps out from a large shadow.
"And my weapons don't leave survivors."
