Chapter 2 – A
surprise at night and a new target
The next day the group went out for a practise.
"So, everyone, follow me please.", Thomas said. He rose his hand and pointed to the mountains.
"Over there is your 'target'. Jean... you know." he nodded in Mireilles direction. Jean gave him a sign that he knew what to do.
"Alright.", Thomas murmured. Then he went away, followed by the other men.
"C'mon.", Jean said to Mireille. He started walking in the other direction, Mireille after him.
"You know how to use your gun, right?", he asked, knowing the answer already.
"Of course.", she replied.
"Well then, let's see." He lifted his head and looked around, "Ah perfect. Kill these." he pointed at three birds flying in the air. Mireille followed his eyes. The birds looked like raves, but she was not quite sure. It didn't really matter after all. She rose her hand. Her Walther felt heavy in her fingers. Then she shot three times. Three dead birds fell to the ground. They hadn't even realized that someone had been aiming for them. Jean studied Mireille.
"Whoa. I guess we're finished here. You don't seem to need any practise.", he admitted. She lowered her head and let her arm fall.
"Are you okay?", he asked worried. She sighed and smiled sadly.
"Yes, I'm alright.", she whispered softly.
"No.", he contradicted," You miss her, right?" She looked at him slightly surprised.
"Not one of your business."
"I know the way humans feel. Nobody's able to live alone, or to be alone. And you seem to like her very much, huh?" Her smile became a bit happier.
"I lo- live with her after all." His eyes met hers.
"I guess I've got a surprise for you.", he said smirking.
She looked at him with a confused expression. "And what is this?", she asked curiously.
"I'll show you. At 11 o'clock tonight I'll catch you."
"Okay."
They returned to the group without any further words.
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Mireille sat in her room, not knowing what to do. She glanced at the clock again and again, but time didn't seem to pass. She was really curious and exicted about this "Surprise"-thing. 22:48 the clock said. Twelve minutes left. Mireille lied down onto her bed and closed her eyes to think of Kirika. She remembered her eyes, her smile, her entire face. Her smell and the sweet taste of her lips. She couldn't help but sigh. When she stopped daydreaming and opened her eyes again it was already 22:56. For four minutes she just lied there staring at the pure white ceiling. Suddenly there was a knocking on her door. She sat up immediately and went to the door to open it and let Jean in.
"C'mon, follow me.", He whispered. She complied without any hesitation. They creeped through the countless corridors, Mireille tried to remember the way.
First left, then three farther right and then -
Jean stopped all of a sudden.
"That way.", he said and turned to the left.
"Where are we going?", Mireille asked quietly.
"Shhhh…You'll see.", he said with this mischievous grin on his face. She rose one eyebrow in confusion.
He leaded her to a kind of prison. There was a small window with an iron grating in front of it. He gave her a wave and she went next to him, right in front of the window.
"Michael?", he asked quietly.
"Jean? I'm here.", came a voice from the other side.
"Is she with you?"
"Yeah."
"Okay then."
Mireille looked at him curiously.
"Who's that?", she asked.
"It's Michael, a friend of mine. He's got your surprise. C'mon, say something. I'll leave you alone now. Do you think you'll find the way back?"
She nodded.
"You need to be back at least at 3 o'clock in the morning, okay?"
"Okay."
"Alright then. Have fun." And with these words he disappeared.
Mireille turned to te window. She was greeted by the pale light of the full moon.
"Hello?", she said loudly, then listened and waited for an answer. There was a sharp intake of breath on the other side.
"Mireille! Is that you?" Mireilles ears seemed to perk up when she heard this voice.
Bullshit. It's Kirika.
"Kirika? Oh my god, Kirika!", she breathed, "Put you hand out of the window!" Mireille herself did the same. She felt the cold wall, then something warm and soft sneaked inside her hand. She interlocked theri fingers immediately. Mireille gently squeezed Kirikas hand. Kirika answered with a loving stroke.
"Mireille…", the blonde heard Kirikas soft and tender voice.
"Kirika …", she whispered, tears dwelling up in her eyes. She clinged to Kirikas hand. She felt Kirika trembling.
"Kirika you… you aren't crying, are you?", she asked. Kirika sobbed softly. Mireille gently stroke Kirikas hand.
"Shhhhh… don't cry…", she whispered with cracked voice while her own tears ran down her cheeks.
"I love you, Kirika."
"I love you, too.", came the quiet answer. Mireille leaned forwards and put her whole arms out of the window. Kirika did the same. Mireille needed to stretch but her hand touched Kirikas face. Even although she couldn't see her she knew excactly what she looked like right now. She wiped one tear away. Kirika leaned against her hand and sighed.
"I wish I could come to you…", Mireille breathed and stroke Kirikas wet cheek. Kirika turned her face and kissed Mireilles palm.
"Me, too…"
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Mireille's empty eyes stared at the blank ceiling for countless hours. She didn't feel anything. No pain, no happiness. Just this empty feeling, right where her heart was. Her arms lied to each side of her body powerless. She didn't care at all. She turned to the wall, closed her eyes and sighed.
We are seperated. And why… is this? I still do not understand. Hm. Maybe I should have chosen another job…
Mireille, now you're becoming crazy.
Mireille jumped up. She couldn't find any rest right now. She walked around in her room, not knowing what to do.
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
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The next day Mireille went out with the group. Thomas said they had "a real target" now. Mireille wasn't quite sure what he meant by that, but she would soon discover. Right now she was onto the jeep with the other men, driving to the north. Jean had given her the AK74 she had bought and her aamunition. She knew it would be serious this time, no more practice like yesterday. The were armed like hell.
Mireille put on her sunglasses. It was terribly hot today. Slowly, a town came in sight.
"Which town is this?", Mireille asked one of the men next to her.
"I don't know. We never know where we have to go to. Only Thomas knows.", he replied.
"Ah. Great.", Mireille said disparaging. She reached out to tie her boots tighter. Jean gave a bulletproof vest to everyone. They arrived just as the last one had put his vest on.
Mireille jumped down onto the ground and looked around.
"Aaaaha. And now? Seems like no one's here.", she admitted.
"Well, our target is there inside this house. But be warned, there's a bunker with thousands of ways to go. You can get lost easily.", Thomas answered.
"And what exactly is our target? I don't like jobs that aren't clear.", Mireille said.
"He's called Ali Baramshad. You'll make him out by his red hair. He's the only Arab with red hair in this area. Kill him. Without mercy. And all his small slaves, too. No prisoners. Kill them all. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir!", the men said.
Thomas raised his hand and waved. Everyone ran inside, Mireille decided to follow them and join this game.
As soon as she was inside this so called "bunker" she came to know what Thomas had talked about. This really was a labyrith.
Huh, I see. Let's make this fast. I don't wanna stay here for too long, this place is… dangerous… it's too quiet here…
She entered the next room on her way. this seemed to be a kind of living room. Ther was a couch standing in the corner and a small table. Mireille released the safety of her AK74 and walked forwards slowly, studying the room with every further step. Suddenly she heard shoots in the immediate vicinity of herself. She turned around and ran after the noises coming from inside the next room. She kicked the door open, looked for her enemies and shot. She hit two men, which were dead immediately. Jean and three other men were also shooting. It didn't take long until the others were defeated.
"C'mon, this way!", Jean shouted and ran to the left. Mireille and the rest followed him. The bunker walls were stained with blood, Mireille realized. Dead men laying in the corridors. But they looked like being dead for a long time, so there must have been another attack inside this bunker.
Well, doesn't look like a happy holiday place here. Hope I'll get away from here soon.
Jean stopped all of a sudden.
"Shhhhhhh!", he hissed. Mireille held her breath. There were muffled voices from behind a hidden door.
"We need to find a way to get in! Looks like this Ali knows about our small visit to his 'house'. Hurry!"
They ran along the walls, trying to find an entrance. Mireille slowed down, then stood in front of the wall, feeling it with her hands.
"This must be… Hey! I found it!", she called. There was a small hole in the wall, almost invisible. Mireille pulled out her knife (everyone had got a knife in his equipment) and pushed it into the hole. The door opened immediately and the showdown began.
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More of this in the next chapter.
