Chapter 5

Suddenly he heard a gun sound. The driver's head fell on the steering. He realized that he was wrapped there by some people.

Usually, he traveled with bodyguards as he knew that many people were waiting for his death. All his bodyguards were sent with his family for their safety and no outsiders knew his travel plan. So he thought it was not a big issue to travel alone. 

The abrupt gunshot shattered the serene atmosphere, leaving a trail of echoing chaos. Stuart's eyes widened in shock as he instinctively ducked, seeking cover within the confines of his vehicle. The air was thick with tension as uncertainty loomed over the isolated village road.

Within moments, the assailants revealed themselves – a group of masked individuals emerging from the shadows. They approached the car with purpose, their faces concealed by dark fabric, leaving only their eyes visible, gleaming with an unsettling determination.

Stuart's mind raced, assessing the situation with a calculated calm. His driver slumped over the steering wheel, confirming the severity of the attack. The urgency of the situation compelled Stuart to act swiftly. He reached for his phone, intending to alert his security detail, but before he could dial a number, the masked figures surrounded the vehicle.

A commanding voice, distorted by a modulator, resonated through the eerie silence. "Mr. Stuart, we have been watching you for a long time. Your time has come."

Stuart's eyes narrowed, his focus undeterred. "What do you want?" he demanded, his voice steady, betraying none of the fear that churned within.

"We want you to pay for your sins," the voice retorted, the words hanging heavily in the air.

Stuart started to move slowly not to make them alert. They were about to transfer him to a van but he heard an unexpected but familiar voice.

A few minutes ago,

Christi was going on that road for a job interview as she was fired from her job earlier.

There were only bushes and trees on both sides of that road. Suddenly her bike stopped on the way.

 "What happened suddenly?" She thought and tried to find out what was wrong. But she couldn't find out. She thought about waiting for a lift. She tried to stop almost every vehicle but no one stopped for her. She got tired and began to walk. She was dead tired and thirsty as it was very hot in that area.

She saw a small spring in the distance among the bushes. She quickly went there and had some water. It was a little bit higher than the road, so she could see everything that happened on the road.

 She suddenly saw a long wood across the road and wondered about the reason. “I didn't see any wood just before. Who did that work?” she wondered.

 In a split second, a car stopped in front of it.

 She could see that a man was surrounded by some people after a thunder-like gunshot.

 “I think I know him,” she wondered. His face looked familiar to her. She tried to focus more and understood the situation.

“Mr. handsome…… shit, I don't know his name,” she told herself embarrassingly.

 "What to do now? How can I save him?"  she thought to find out a way. There were only twenty to thirty people. That number is not a big deal to Christi but they had guns with them but she didn't have them. She quickly approached that spot by hiding behind the bushes. 

She quickly attacked one person and knocked him down. She took his gun and started to fire at them. Stuart, who was waiting for an opportunity, started to fight with them and fire with one of their guns. 

Amidst the chaos of battle, both of them moved in perfect sync, a dance of blades and purpose. The air crackled with tension as they faced a horde of enemies, outnumbered but undeterred. While swirling dust and clashing knives, their eyes met, and a silent promise was exchanged.

As the enemies closed in, Stuart spun gracefully, his knife cutting through the air with deadly precision. Beside him, Christi twirled, her movements a symphony of grace and strength. In the heat of battle, their fingers brushed, a fleeting connection that sent sparks through them.

A formidable foe approached a dark figure with malice in their eyes. Both locked eyes, a silent communication passing between them. Without words, they dove into the fight, each covering the other's back. Their knives moved in harmony, a dance that spoke of shared purpose and unspoken feelings.

In the heart of the melee, Stuart pulled Christi close, their backs against each other, forming an unbreakable bond. Together, they fought with a fierce determination, a love that transcended the chaos around them. The pauses between clashes, stolen glances, and tender smiles affirmed a connection stronger than any adversary could sever.

 Suddenly a wounded person aimed at Christi but Stuart quickly shot him. Both of them managed to knock down all of them.

 "Thank you," he said with sincerity in his eyes.

 Suddenly she heard a gunshot and he fell on her shoulder automatically.

 She looked at her opposite side and realized more arms were coming with guns. 

 She quickly reflected put him in the back seat of his car and came to the driver's seat. The driver was already dead. She just pulled him down and started the car.

 She was a good driver, so she quickly drove through some shortcuts and bushes. 

 "Ahhh," Stuart was hissing in pain. 

 "Don't worry sir, I will take you to a hospital. I'm going to save you. please hold for a moment," she said and focused on the road.

 At one point, the car tire got shot and punctured. She couldn't control the steering anymore and the car moved automatically and dived into a nearby clip.

 "Oh my God, both of us are going to die," she thought for a moment.