18 ~ Bullet Breathe Her Last

Brinda 

“Bullet, lead the front. Brinda, stay in the middle. I will watch our backs. Once we get rid of the security guards, I will wait outside while you both fetch our target. Just in case you can also get his family, take them all. But note this, I need them all alive.” Francesco dictated shortly after we got off the car a few metres from Khumalo’s home. 

Swiftly, we charged towards the building and hid behind the flowers close to the wall. “I didn't expect them to be this much. What do we do?” Francesco said after we saw about thirty men guarding the entrance of the house. 

“Does he know we will come?” I asked in a low tone. 

“I doubt. If he knew, he wouldn't have waited for us to come. My informants must have missed a step in their investigation.” Francesco retorted, his voice slightly filled with annoyance. 

“We stick to the plan.” Bullet whispered from behind before she jumped into the compound and clashed with the guards. Francesco followed her immediately. 

What am I waiting for? 

I brought out the silent pistol in my pocket and shot three of the men down. Slowly, their numbers reduced and I joined in the fight and brought more men down. 

When we thought we had them almost beaten down, a new set of men — About twenty — arrived and we faced another round of a fierce attack as the release of gun shots rented the air. 

Fear gripped me at the sight of the men but then I remembered I had single handedly taken down thirty men in the past. My muscles flexed and a spark was ignited in me. 

We fought fearlessly before we all disengaged and took out the men that came after us. When I raised my head to see Francesco being bombarded by eight men on the other side, I wished he could be killed but I am the only person that can kill him. 

If he lives, I live. If I am to die, he dies. 

I slashed the men who were in combat with me on their necks and back before I hurried to assist Francesco. We fought the men off and killed most of them. 

Just then, a cry filled with pain and agony rented the air while my heart swelled with shock and a shudder ran down my spine. 

“Bullet?” I and Francesco chorused.

We turned around only to see her going down to the floor. We rushed to see what was happening. Perhaps, it was too late. She was already stabbed with a knife in her stomach. 

Francesco's eyes burned with anger and he slaughtered the remaining three men who came at us within a twinkle of an eye. 

“Bullet…” I managed to say as I placed her head on my knees. “No! This can't happen.”

“The deed… has been done already. I guess I just have to breathe my last. I love you, Brinda The Brave.” Bullet said amidst heavy breathing before her hands fell to the side and her breathing went off. 

A pang of sorrow pierced my heart and my eyes filled up with impending tears. I clenched my fists before I buried my head into the blood on her body. 

Just then, I felt a surge within me — The eagerness to kill which I haven't felt for years — I stared at the mansion before I rushed towards it. 

I will surely avenge Bullet's death. 

As I got into the mansion, I only met the chaos and release of gunshots but just from a shooter. I raised my head up and I saw him —  A shooter using a mask to shield his face. 

He was obviously sent by Vince to stall us from getting to him faster. 

I rushed to hide behind a leather chair and escaped some of his shots however he didn't cease fire as he released more gunshots into the air. I struggled to reach the stairs and almost came face-to-face with him when I heard gun shots from behind. 

I couldn't wait to see who it was to avoid getting shot by the shooter. 

Then, the shooter dropped to the floor with a loud thud. Quickly, I turned around to see Francesco with an AK-47 gun model. He narrowed his head to a wall behind me. 

I rushed towards it and spread my arms around it in a rush till I pressed a part of the wall. A passage was there. It was quite similar to the one we used on our way to the Khumalo's mansion at the hotel. I signalled to Francesco and he joined me. 

We ran as fast as we could. And then at the end of the passage was Vince Khumalo's nuclear family with our target. Vince was relentlessly trying to enter the passcode so they could get out. 

Francesco pulled a pistol out and pointed it at them. Vince stopped what he was doing when I spoke up, “Khumalo.” 

His eyes flashed with irritation as he turned to see us. He came in front of his family and covered them with his big body. 

“Your family will be fine as long as you come with us.” I warned him beforehand or else the aftermath would be terrible. 

Vince talked to his family for some time before he joined us and followed us out of the mansion. As we stepped outside, Bullet’s body was nowhere to be found. 

“Where is she?” I asked, indirectly to Francesco.

“It has been taken care of.” He replied sharply without glancing at me. 

We got into the car and took Vince to an uncompleted building. I tied him down according to Francesco's order. Francesco sat opposite Vince and started questioning him about some things which I do not understand but saved into my memory for future purpose. 

My stomach burned with indignation as the questions got tiring. I just wanted the mission to end. Especially not with the sudden death of Bullet – My ally.

“And last but not the least. If you answer this question correctly, I will keep your life but if you don't… I will send you to the pit of hell.” Francesco growled impatiently. 

“Of course, I will.” Vince replied. I brought my head down only to see he had already wet his trousers with urine out of fright.

“Where is the Red Folder?” Francesco questioned calmly. “It is with you. I am certain. Just hand it over.” 

Vince thought for a while and answered, “I know nothing concerning the Red Folder. You can ask me any other questions.” 

Francesco hissed and stood up. He turned away and made his way to the outside while I sent Vince to the jaws of death with just a gunshot as Francesco promised. 

“That is for Bullet.” I shouted as I raked my hair with my hands. 

“Yeah… That is my Damsel. Keep spreading the viciousness.” Francesco cooed on his way out. 

To be honest, after Francesco's words, I felt a peace within. The peace of killing with a high level of thirst to spill the blood of a human. 

The real side of Brinda is back!!!! 

And I'm glad as that would increase my chances of sending Francesco to the pit of hell.