Camila felt her heart stop beating as Logan's face was unveiled by the faint light.
"Why are you doing these?" His voice was like a sharp thrust through her chest. She didn't expect to see him so soon… even though it had been…
"It's just been 7 months, what are you doing in Vegas?"
"I heard rumours…" he said with a mean face. But all that didn't really bother her, she immediately scattered through her memory lanes to gather her past with Logan.
She didn't know that she had this power, discovering it was sudden.
****
*CAMILA*-*
Not many details were given to me for my next assignment, so I did my findings. And with the bit they gave me, I knew what, where and how. I just needed to visit a few places, a few calls and a few directions. It was for sure going to take time, but I would eventually find what I was looking for, I always did.
But there was something about this assignment that seemed odd. Jacques and I had gotten a lead, which took us to the Las Vegas springs preserve and I wondered, if not doubted that someone that important or influential would live in a desert.
We had pulled up in Jacques Bentley Flying Spur Speed, and I took my binoculars to look into the house, and nothing but darkness and isolation were perceived.
The mansion was located at the Las Vegas springs preserve located nearly three miles west of downtown Las Vegas.
Although the mansion seemed to have been occupied by a royal, it was a total waste now. We had decided to go, when we found a man at the garden controlling a utility vehicle that was hydrogen solar powered.
I walked up to him and demanded to see the owner of the house, but he came back saying he was late, and the caretaker? None, it was a government property, which certainly looked like it.
"Start your car Jacques, let's get the hell outta here. This is a dead end" I said to Jacques as I slammed the door.
He looked at me with his piercing eyes "You know I'm never wrong, right?"
"Yes!" I replied abruptly. "And that is why I'm coming back here tonight to check the house myself!" I said confidently, and we had our leave, waiting for the night.
****
The night was as cold as ice, and the wind howled down to the earth, taking the fallen brown leaves casted away by the trees to green grounds. Logan dipped his nose into the air with a sated inhale and exhale. The leaves fell over his broad shoulders in a patting manner and he admired that the trees deemed the leaves worthy of freedom. To him, they weren't casted away; they were getting freed.
He stood under a big shed and columns of moonlight reflected on his graceful face. He was a fine man, but he had a lot of chips on his shoulders.
The pacified night wasn't for him, because every little sound was received by his ears and every movement was caught by his sensory receptors, and there was one he could sense. With slow motion and in stealth, the potential prey lurked forward. But Logan stood still with a smile in his heart; it wasn't a night of violence, oh, only if he could control all his circumstances.
Leaves rustled, they were disturbed by foot matches, and it disturbed the peace of the night for the supernatural being. It was getting near, and nearer… then… he turned around and in a single motion, held the person's hand, receiving a gasp immediately to his ear drums.
"Wow, you're very fast… what's your secret?" Mrs Lopez asked, amazed by his abilities.
Logan graced his face with a smile "Fast? Secret? I did what any normal human being could do, didn't I?"
"You're special, Logan. Don't you ever forget that"
"No I'm not. But you are" Logan said with the sketch of a light smile across his cheeks.
Mrs Lopez shook her head. "You tease me a lot. Why do you come here all the time?"
"You mean, why do I come outside all the time?"
"Do you ever sleep?" She asked.
Logan turned around facing the moon in a passionate stance. "Most times, I just can't sleep."
Mrs Lopez drew closer at him and rested her hand on his shoulder, with a pat. "Well, you try and get some sleep. I'm going inside. Goodnight and sweet dreams"
"Sweet dreams…?" Logan chuckled. "There is nothing like sweet dreams for people like me." He muttered to himself.
"What?" Mrs Lopez didn't get what he said.
"Oh nothing. Good night"
She stepped out of the horizon and was lost into the darkness in no time.
It's been more than one quarter of an hour since Mrs Lopez retreated to her bedroom, and Logan was still outside. He seemed like he was waiting for someone, or something, and he was just about to call off the night when he heard footsteps approaching towards him. His first thought glanced at Mrs Lopez "slept already?"
There was no answer. He closed his eyes, sniffed a little and the wind carried different scents to his nose. He parted his lip halfway with a dividend smile as he counted numerous footsteps. One thing was sure; it wasn't Mrs Lopez. She wouldn't be extra careful walking toward him.
But still, he maintained his stance, like he hadn't even an atom of idea of what was happening behind him.
The memories of the night at Cuba immediately flashed across his mind like a shooting star and his claws were forced out. He could wait longer because he had been triggered to do only one thing; kill. But now, all he had was his claws and his golden glowing eyes which were enough machinery to paint the night red. He thought it would be a fair night until he inhaled the smell of bullets and guns, the beast knew it all.
He charged immediately after positioning his prey. It had to be a silent slaughter night so that no soul in his household would be awakened by the cries and gunshots from his prey.
Guns were cocked, but the target was varnished. The assassins were dressed in black like the night but they were spitted on by the moon's illumination, and it was just enough for the beast to lay waste their lives on the platter, at once.
He hid behind a tree watching his prey being dazed; he so much loved this trick. It was a perfect moment to crouch and wait for a silent kill. He had counted four men around, but he knew there were more, and that was where the conflict and problem insinuated. What were they doing here? And why are the others not here? He couldn't wait any longer. He couldn't risk having any innocent soul waste… so he dived at the two men in front of him and quickly penetrated their throat with his claws! They gag! Bodies palpitate, and eyes flickered, revealing the wrath of death. He held the two of them tightly even after their noiseless death and used their bodies to cover himself. But it was too late.
****
*Camila*_*
We had waited until it was dark before getting ready for the operation. It was the perfect time to check out the house, but I hated that it was creepy. No matter how experienced I was in the job, it sent chills to my blood.
I got to my safe house and got out guns and explosives because I felt that the night would be distinguishable, I would find out later that I was right.
I handed Jacques some ammunition, and he gave me a distorting look. "Have you forgotten what we are going to do tonight?" He asked, looking at the guns and explosives.
"We can't go in there without arms, Jacques" I fastened my B&T's veterinarpistole VP9 to my jacket.
"This is too much, don't you think?"
"It doesn't matter, Jacques. Let's go"
"Yes ma'am"
We got out of the safe house and went into his Bentley Flying Spur Speed. Seat belts fastened, engine rived, we were ready for operation until the cellphone on my jacket beeped. Jacques turned off the car engine and eye-motioned to me to pick up the call. He connected it to the car's audio system and on loudspeaker.
«Speak» I said into the cellphone.
«Plans changed»
«Elucidate»
«Mission has gone blue. Don't engage, I repeat, don't engage. Go into the house to have a talk»
«Potential target isn't expected to be around»
«Don't engage» *beeps* the call cut.
I groaned in disapproval, glancing at Jacques who did nothing but shrugged. "These people must be fucking kidding me! No arms?! What the fuck am I going for? A freaking peace talk!? Huh?"
Jacques tittered "Peace talk hahaha"
"Damn it, Jacques. Get it all out. But hold one for yourself"
"Yes ma'am"
Jacques got the arms out and packed it back into the safe house. Jacques was my favorite person. We have been together through the highs and lows and no matter how hard it got, Jacques never left me. I was a mess, but he was the only one that understood me. He was everything to me, and I couldn't afford to lose him.
We hit the road in the cold night, getting our path lit by the surging moon.
We arrived at the springs preserve and parked the car behind the shed of a big tractor. They must have been keeping the desert alive, Even though the leaves were lapsing from the trees.
With my Binoculars I looked into the house again. There was nothing but darkness being bisected by the faint columns of the moonlight.
"Jacques, what are we even doing here?"
Jacques shrugged and pin-pointed his eyebrows "You tell me, Ma'am"
I laid down on the dried grass with a deep sigh, and brought out a chewing gum from my jacket.
"Your jacket got a lot of shit to hold for ya" Jacques chuckled. But I was cooked up hot because of the mission. And my head was stirring round the clock. "This shit is so cold.. so I have to just sit out here, wait for a perfect time, and then go into that shit of a house, knock on the door while I wait for a servant or something, then say I want to check out the house? What the fuck? Really?! Then I will sit down on the fucking dining room and say we need to talk…?" I lifted up my hands to the air, and dropped down at once in a frustrating manner. "Then what would I say? Hey mister, I'm here to talk?"
Jacques shook his head "You would make a good reporter. Perhaps if you didn't become an assassin"
"They should have gotten someone else" I snarled.
"Who? You're the best, Ma'am. And you do so great"
"Yes. But I don't do so great at talking!" I disengaged my gun from my jacket and motioned to get out, but Jacques dragged me down on my leg.
"Stay down, Ma'am. Time's not yet…" he shook his head. "Not yet"
Shadows crawled behind my eye sockets with the light's passage and my ear drums were pierced by the sound of multiple gunshots, my heart throbbed and my head turned to the direction of the signal.
I flashed at Jacques. He was bereaved, as I was, we had no firearms.
"Jacques, we are fucked"
A word from Jacques was coming but a call through my cellphone drummed against my brain. «Target has been confirmed! Eliminate immediately!» the voice was alarming. It wasn't as composed as before. I tucked my boots, fastened my jacket belts and stooped to invade the night's horror… the cock on my B&T's veterinarpistole VP9 made the last stance.
And once again, resistance took the lead. "You can't just jump in there…" Jacques exclaimed. "Think about it. They asked us to go in unarmed, they said we should stay low, now there are gunshots everywhere and we get a call to eliminate the target at once! How did they know?"
Reasoning his proposition would take priceless shares of time and I would rather be on the action ground. I acquitted a handgun from my boot's possession and set it into Jacques hand.
"I always keep back up"
My eyes caught shadows at the rear, and my head turned back to see green pointers, my eyes widened and my heart ached of betrayal, tear gasses passed through my nostrils with a puissant pierce. And a micro explosion knocked me off of my feet and the earth pulled my body down, receiving my decline with a heavy thud. My ears whistled into my brain and pain reflected all over my body. The sounds became muffled, and my vision was blurred. I shrieked into the cold night as I crawled to get out from the radar. 'Where was Jacques!?' my brain clicked, I turned around to see Jacques pressing up against the car with the pistol in his hand opening fire over the shooters.
"Run!" He screamed. Bullets were landing everywhere, I couldn't get back to him.
They were drawing closer. "No, Jacques, come let's get out of here!"
"Too late, Ma'am…" he smiled. "I will be fine, I promise"
I took his words even when I shouldn't, I wouldn't leave him, but only if I knew that he had multiple gunshot wounds already.
I moved slowly with the abdomen close to the ground and stealthed out.
The gunshots weren't waning out, but in fact the house was an anchorage of gunfire… but the question remained; who were they shooting with? If it was just the target, shouldn't he be dead already?
I waited for sometime and the perfect time presented itself when the gunshots became scant. I followed the back door into the house and stumbled upon dead bodies, their blood drew artifice on the walls and ground. But their wounds didn't look like they were induced by bullets. And my best resolve was that they were attacked by a wild animal.
A mournful sound originating behind the walls got me walking out to it.
I fixed up my gun and held it tightly as I saw a bloodied man on his knees before a wounded body. He whimpered, and I stealthily walked toward him… but… he turned back swifty and held my neck! I gagged and struggled for release. He looked into my eyes, and his eyes were troubled, horrifying and vengeful, but it evinced regret and startle and released his bruising large hand on my neck. I reached for my gun; I had tucked it into my jacket unknowingly, and before I could bring it out, damn! He was so fast! He swept me off my feet and knocked me down unconscious, and the tiny light of consciousness that closed up was used to reflect on why I and Jacques were attacked, and by whom.