32 ~ I Must Survive

Bullet rushed into the lift and punched the policeman in his jaw. Brinda joined in quickly and knocked two of them out. When they were done, Bullet pulled out her gun and shot the three policemen on their chest. 

“What the fuck have you done?” Brinda's voice raised to a questioning one.

“Really? Are you dumb? They have seen our faces. If they are alive, the police will find us once our faces are sketched.” Bullet retorted after smacking Brinda in the head. 

The latter let out a loud sigh. “We can't go back. There must be more down there.” 

“Attention everyone. Kindly remain in your hotel rooms. A murder had just been committed and the murderers are on the loose.” The announcement came from the speaker hanging a few metres away from the ladies.

Bullet held her chest tightly but Brinda grabbed her hands and pulled her towards the stairs. The differences between them dropped drastically as they glided down the stairs. 

Bullet saw a group of policemen running up the stairs. She pulled Brinda back and ran back up. They made their way to the tenth floor and it was right there they entered the kitchen. 

Luckily, there was no one in the kitchen. They found face masks in the cabinets and put them on quickly. Since they were unable to change from their disguises, they decided to escape in the cloth they had on. 

“They are on the tenth floor. Move!!!” The police commander ordered as he stared at the screen before him. He was standing in the CCTV room after they pushed out the incompetent securities. 

The officers followed his command and actively made their way upstairs. Brinda smiled before she took out a small bag underneath her skirt. Bullet's eyes shone brightly in shock. 

“What the fuck?” Bullet gasped. “What's that?” 

“These are bombs. One must be well prepared on such missions. I told you that I won't get punished with Francesco, right?” Brinda laughed while raising an eyebrow. 

“If you know you are in there… Surrender! Right now!” The police’s voice from outside interrupted the ladies.

Brinda tossed two bombs to Bullet. She ran towards the door, set the timer to thirty seconds and rushed back to Bullet's side then she shoved their bodies to the far end of the kitchen.

Brinda set her gaze on the door while she awaited the upcoming huge blast that would claim the lives of the policemen at the kitchen's door. A leg barged into the kitchen after breaking the door. 

Just then, the sudden blast of the bomb Brinda had set echoed through the building and the loud wails of people in the hotel were heard. The ladies found their way out of the heap of burnt policemen on the floor. Chaos had already spread in the hotel and the ladies found their way into a room close by.

They switched into a lady's clothes they found in the wardrobe and turned themselves to look exactly like those who had lodged in the hotel who were on a scary rampage.

Sooner than expected, they were at the first floor, almost at the ground floor but before they could think further of what to do, the police were able to calm the lodgers and Bullet squeezed her face, unhappy with the sudden turn of events.

“At this point,” Bullet said while looking down at the group of policemen below them, “It is either we think of our survival and get everyone killed or we end up going to jail. Think Brinda. What should we do?” Bullet asked. 

Brinda's mind went blank for some seconds at the thought of killing the policemen and also killing the innocent lodgers in the hotel but she made her choice. 

“Kill them all. I must survive. Even if I want to die, at least not before I kill Francesco.” Brinda's voice came out harsh and unrelenting. “Bomb our way out of here.” 

Bullet smirked while her heart leaped with joy. She was about to go on a killing hiatus so she was more than satisfied. She brought out the bomb that Brinda gave her earlier. 

She was about to set the timer when they both heard an ear-splitting blast from the right side of the wall on the ground floor. The policemen close to the area dropped dead.

Just when the chaos was setting in, Bullet grabbed Brinda's hand and they scurried down the stairs in a bid to escape. Just then, the left side of the ground floor was also struck by a booming sound of a bomb blast. 

The ladies cared less as they rushed towards the right side of the ground floor where the dead bodies of the policemen were still littered on. Before they exited the freeway, a hand pulled Brinda bringing a stop to their escape. 

The ladies turned around furiously ready to take down anyone who was trying to pull them back. 

He emerged from the shadows, his presence as elusive as a whisper. Clad in a sleek, black jumpsuit that hugged his athletic physique, he exuded an aura of mystery and intrigue. A black mask covered his face, obscuring his features and adding to the enigma that surrounded him.

A hood cast a shadow over his forehead, and his eyes gleamed like piercing stars in the darkness. A black leather glove encased his hand, and a silver ring glinted on his finger, the only hint of personality in his otherwise anonymous attire. 

“Come with me,” he commanded sharply. 

Like in a trance, Brinda followed him and Bullet did the same till they reached the car park. The man left Brinda's hand and dashed towards the red car parked not far away. He was about to break it when a set of policemen emerged from the back. Brinda darted to his side and pulled him away to the shadows behind. 

“Surrender now! We have you surrounded.” 

Bullet shut her eyes after hearing the police's command. Brinda tapped her on her shoulder gently. “Hand over the bomb.” 

The man pulled Brinda backward and asked, “Are you going to kill them all to escape?” 

“Why not? My life is precious, please.” She replied before she threw a bomb to the other side of where they hid. A few seconds later, a sound boomed from the side and the policemen rushed towards there and Brinda rushed to the other direction and lay still. 

Bullet sighted the CCTV camera hung above. She brought out her pistol and shot it down quickly. Brinda took a light gasp before she threw the last bomb she had after the policemen. 

Their cries filled the area a few moments later. 

The trio took to their heels not minding stepping on the dead bodies on the ground. The man's movements were fluid and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. 

As soon as they ran across the streets and finally came to a halt kilometres away from the hotel. Bullet grabbed the man's hand while Brinda pulled his jumpsuit. 

“Who are you?” Bullet questioned, her eyes darting around cautiously.