26 ~ Who Dares To Save You?

Brinda

We willed our legs faster towards the parked truck behind the blue painted building ahead of us. 

Francesco had informed us earlier that a truck would be leaving for Marshall's hideout at exactly one in the morning. 

Getting to the truck, which was already moving slowly, Bullet hit the back of the truck and ensured the door opened with a little sound so as not to attract the drivers. 

Just when we were about to climb into the truck, it came to a halt. We stared at each other for a while, prepared for the worst. 

We stilled our bodies when we heard footsteps approaching us. I tightened my hold on the knife in my hand as I faced the left while Bullet concentrated on the right side. 

Then, I heard a grunt from Bullet's side. Before I could think of assisting her, another man showed up in front of me and tried to hit me on the back of my head. 

We locked hands and we started fighting. I hit him quite a number of times on the jaw before I used an iron rod behind me to render him unconscious. 

I turned to face Bullet whose hands were covered in blood. She smirked and waggled her eyebrows. “Are you thinking what I am thinking?” 

“I guess I am.” I replied with a smile.

Five minutes later, I was seated at the driver's seat and Bullet beside me as we zoomed on the highway to Marshall's new hideout right here in Dallas. 

Bullet wiped the remaining blood in her hands away and tucked them in her pockets. We were already putting on the clothes of the drivers after we disposed of their bodies in the trash. The caps, clothes and boots were what we had left. 

And of course, our knives and pistols, carefully tucked in our shorts. 

Bullet, being a person of high intelligence, told me how we would successfully break into Marshall's hideout.

“Have you been there before?” I asked. “How are you so sure that the plan won't be a flop?” 

“Trust me. Everything in this life calls for strategy and calculation. Also planning. All those are very essential. You should know as much too.” She explained with her gaze on the windscreen as we continued our journey. 

I nodded my head in agreement. She wasn't lying. She wasn't lying at all. While I was still with Alpha Exposition, everything was done precisely without leaving a step unplanned. 

When we got to the entrance of the hideout which happened to be a huge mansion, Bullet told me not to horn and I did not. 

Shortly, two security men arrived. One of them opened the gate and walked up to us. He knocked on the window on my side for sometime before I lowered it. 

“What's up, man?” I greeted, in the best voice I could. 

“Show me your ID!” He said with a frown on his face while he ignored my greetings. 

I smiled as I brought out the identity card I removed from one of the drivers pockets and showed him. He scanned it and it was successful. 

“You too!” He ordered, looking at Bullet who stretched her hands and showed him. He nodded his head after he scanned it as well and passed the card back to her. 

He informed the other security man to open the gate which he did. I drove into the compound and we alighted from the truck. Just then, some men arrived with some wheeled-pushers. They started offloading the goods while Bullet told them we would retire for a rest. 

We were directed to a room not far from the entrance and removed the driver's clothes we had on before we found our way to the toilet and exited the space quickly. 

We ran through the shadows according to the architectural design Francesco had given me. When we got to the back of the tallest building in the compound, I assisted Bullet to climb into the first open window.

After getting in, she threw a rope down and pulled me with it. “No one is in here, I guess. We have to hurry.” She added. 

I nodded and we stealthily found our way up to the last floor. We looked around till we reached a door with an iron door. 

I dipped my hands into my pocket and brought out glycerin. I poured some amount of it and hit it twice before it popped open.

We entered, though with our eyes at alert, ready to catch a glimpse of any attack. I swept my gaze around till I saw the same box which had the crypt key on a table set aside in a corner in the room. 

I rushed towards it, grabbed it and threw it to Bullet who had a small bag with her. We dashed towards the door but the situation we met made our faces pale. 

Marshall was seated on a wheelchair while his accomplice, Alice, as Francesco had revealed, stood beside him with an evil smirk on her face. 

“Make sure that they don't leave here alive.” Marshall commanded. 

Alice advanced towards us and pulled up an attack. Her moves were as fast as lightning but we were also fast enough to dodge and counter some of her attacks. After a few minutes, we had her on her knees and Bullet's knife was right on her neck. 

“If you want her alive, let us leave.” I warned — My look, very stern. 

Marshall's laughter filled the whole room which was slowly accompanied by the sounds that echoed from him clapping his hands. “Good of you, Brinda. It was even nice of you both coming here without masks on your faces. It looks like you both have a death wish.” 

“Really?” I scoffed. “Did you forget I pushed you off the cliff and rendered your left leg almost useless? Now, you can't work without relying on your walking stick. Do you mind losing Alice too?” 

Marshall only smiled while I threatened him. He rubbed his face with his left hand for a few seconds. 

“You are testing our patience, right?” Bullet questioned. 

Marshall ignored her and placed his hands on the wheelchair's armrest before he struggled to get his feet. He raised his gaze to meet mine and with a hard kick, he sent the wheelchair rolling backward. 

My heartbeat increased rapidly and my eyes shone brightly. The ground nearly opened up and swallowed me. I shouldn't have lived to witness such a moment? 

How the fuck were his legs still normal? I pushed him off the cliff, right? Yes, I did. 

“I thought you… Your legs were…” I stammered, my heart hammering against my chest. 

“My legs were and are still perfectly fine. I was patiently waiting for you to fall into my trap. Now, who dares to save you?” Marshall asked, which after he flashed an evil smirk. 

“You are done for, Brinda!!!” I cried.