Project 24
Prologue
Target 08
It was Sunday morning at the 4th of April. Classes were over and everyone’s dressed for their Sunday masses. A few blocks away from the church stood an ice cream shop, best for the summer aura of the sun. “We should buy some of these after the Mass” a man with beard on his chin said. He was tall and white; he wore his favorite green shirt partnered with maong pants. His straight hair was newly cut to avoid obstruction on his face. “Sure honey, after the mass” the lady with glasses replied. She was wearing a light yellow blouse matched with olive green pants. “Would you want some?” she asked the girl walking behind her. Suddenly, the girl bumped onto her, “Hey, why did you stop?” she asked. “I asked you a question honey” the lady said.
“Oh, about the ice cream? Sure!” the girl replied. “Hey Aimy, what’s wrong?” the man asked. “Nothing’s wrong Pop, I was just thinking of what shall I do for tomorrow” the girl, Aimy replied. “You could ask Cez to come over tomorrow” the lady said. “Yeah, I’ll probably do that Mom” Aimy said.
Suddenly an armored van passed in front of the family. The van bumped on the facade of the ice cream shop. Three armed individuals in black went out of the van and grabbed the lady. The man punched the one who grabbed him and shouted, “Run Aimy! Run!” Aimy immediately ran towards the car parked near them. They held the lady hostage and brought her inside the van. The man was held down to the ground and tied a rope around his arms and hands.
Two of the armed men went towards the car in stealth. Aimy, shaking, ran again towards the truck on the next block. As an immediate response, one of the men pointed his sniper on Aimy and shot her. His colleague immediately pushed his gun, “what are you doing?! Are you insane?!” “What? She ran away!” “We need her alive!”
Aimy, took shelter at the abandoned junk shop behind the truck. She went up the ladder and hid behind the wooden column. She felt liquid on her left arm. She held her arm and opened her palm. She moved a little away from the column to see the light. She frowned and held back her arm. Blood was rushing on her left arm as she went inside a room filled with empty shelves.
The men went inside the junk shop, one went up to the ladder and another went around the ground floor. The man on the second level found the blood on the floor. He followed the trace until he reached the room. He slowly walked inside the room, moved at the middle of two shelves and was searching for Aimy. “Come out, come out wherever you are!” he whispered. “Looking for me?” Aimy shouted as the man pointed his gun towards her. She immediately pushed the shelves and eventually pinned the man in between the shelves. She disarmed the man and took the eagle handgun with her.
The man on the ground floor heard the ruckus. He went out of the abandoned administration office and immediately pointed his sniper towards the door upstairs. The door was left open, “Hey buddy, are you alright there?” he called out. “Hey buddy!” he shouted again, suddenly Aimy slides outside of the room, lying down on the floor. She held tightly on the handgun and shot the man three times. The man fell on the ground as Aimy whispered, “bye bye buddy.”
Aimy stood as she heard another ruckus inside the room, “he’s on his foot again,” she whispered. She immediately went down the ladder and removed it. The man went out of the room with his AK-47 on hand. Aimy immediately ran away outside the junk shop as the man ran towards the ladder. “She’s smart” he whispered as he saw the ladder flat on the ground. He observed the scene and saw his comrade on the ground. “She’s even good with guns,” he added, “one shot missed on the ground, one shot on the shoulder, and one shot... ha-ha!”
Aimy was rushing towards the van to go back to her parents, unfortunately, two other men intercepted her. “Put the gun down!” they shouted. She immediately ran away from them but her feet stopped running as she saw the man, the one she left on the junk shop, in front of her. “Stay low.” He shouted as he shot Aimy. Aimy went down and was having a hard time identifying her surroundings. Everything became blurry; she can only hear the conversation of the men who carried her.
“What have you done?”
“Don’t worry, she’s still alive, I only gave her a serum that will let her sleep for about 24 hours.”
“Where’s Ted?”
“Dead.”
“What? Who killed him?”
“What? Who killed him?”
“Neon wouldn’t want her if she couldn’t do something special, just like aiming a headshot.”
“Where do we go now?”
“To our next targe~” everything started to fade, she couldn’t recognize the conversation, last thing she new, she was taken inside a vehicle, a man wearing green grabbed her, and the shadow of a lady was trying to wake her up. And then everything went black.
Where am I? Last week, I just graduated as a high school student. Today, church is part of our family schedule, what’s happening? Everything seemed so fast, it was pitched black, a gun... I can remember holding a gun. Green shirt, light yellow blouse, that’s everything I can remember.
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