TWO

Thirteen years later, Una was now face-to-face with the killer of her parents. Her plan was not anything grand or special.

She was going to penetrate the camp of her enemy, make him stand alone, kill him, and then die from the wrath of the gangmen.

She did not tell Collin her plans. She only decided to do this because she knew there was no way she would get revenge on those men without her dying.

Collin had come into the house after the killers were long gone. He was not able to make it to the house in time to save the best of his spies because of the distance of the house from the main city. He opened up the safe room and found the little girl teary-eyed.

He took her in and decided not to allow her to be a part of the agency. Una's constant bickering and begging and even sneaking away finally put Collin in a tough spot where he had to allow her to train.

She had told Collin that she was going for revenge. No matter how many times he tried to dissuade her, she was adamant and did all she wanted to do.

Collin thought of Marie every time Una showcased her skills. She was almost naturally skilled with guns, knives, and fighting. She kept coming on top every time.

Una snickered when the boss came to stand in front of her.

"Who is this little thing you brought here for me?" Pablo said, his accent shining through.

He pulled out the toothpick from his mouth and spat on the floor in front of Una. Una was only going for one thing. His pride.

"I said you should get me the boss," Una said, tasting blood in her mouth.

The boys who brought her in had slapped her multiple times that the inside of her mouth bled. She was used to getting beaten up.

When she first joined the agency at eleven years old, which was illegal, she got beaten up at every opportunity that the other members could get. Collin had told them to make sure she quit, but her determination shined right through.

Pablo snickered at her. "I am the boss here," he said, not liking her tone.

"Oh," Una said as if she were shocked.

Quite the contrary, Una was well aware of Pablo. She knew he was the one who put a bullet through her mother's head and multiple knife cuts on her father. She knew he was the leader of the notorious cyber gang in the city. She has been haunting him down and gathering intel on him.

The boys of the gang thought they were good and able to bring her in when she let herself be caught.

"You really should give the role of the boss to another person. You don't look like the man for the job," Una added. She smiled at him as his face turned into a big scowl.

You are going down.

Pablo was not liking the tone of the little girl in front of him. Una knew she needed a couple of more strokes to bring out the ego in this man. Every man hated being challenged by a girl and would do everything they could to make sure to assert dominance.

Her countless trips to her job had taught her that as a lesson in life. The agency helped governmental enforcement agencies take down major criminals who were dangerous and well-guarded.

On some occasions, the agency could kill like Marie and Clement we were instructed to do thirteen years ago. She has had to kill or help the police or other agencies catch this high-profile criminal.

Today she was not here on behalf of the agency or any other law enforcement agency. She was on a revenge mission. She did not care if she died. All she wanted was to kill in the same brutal manner the man who ended the lives of her parents.

"You look too small to be boss over all these people," Una said, pointing to one of the built men who was now standing behind Pablo.

On the contrary, Pablo was well-built and could pass off easily as a bouncer. He went to the gym often and worked out. His biceps were chiselled and in good shape. She knew this, but she was going somewhere.

"Who brought this little rat here?" Pablo shouted, turning to face the men at his back.

Una smiled inwardly; she knew her little poly was working well. She needed more.

"Little rat? I bet you must be embarrassed to be called the leader of such men," Una continued.

Get riled up, please, she begged inwardly. I'm going to take you down today once and for all.

"Shut up," Pablo said, coming closer and holding her chin upwards.

"Why do you keep talking nonstop?" he added in a question.

"Because you are too tiny, and I'm embarrassed for you," Una replied. She said something tickled off in him, meaning he was already on the verge of outrage.

"I mean, how do these men listen to you?" Una said.

"Shut up," Pablo said, throwing a slap across her face.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" he screamed, dropping her face and moving backwards.

"You are hitting a girl? I guess because you can't take on men, you would be greatly embarrassed. I feel for you," Una said, now tasting more fresh blood.

"Can someone please shut her up?" Pablo said walking away.

He did not have time to deal with such small issues. He could not believe that his men called him for such a trivial issue. Couldn't they have sorted out a girl?

"Running away? I bet if I were free from whatever you tied me with, I could easily take you down in a fight." She said.

She hoped this was the straw that broke the camel's back, or else she would have to try again later.

"Oh little girl, I'll break you little a twig," Pablo said.

"Then release me," Una said, her eyes daring him.