Nina's anger rose to a new level when she discovered her target had run away. She stomped and cursed at herself in shame.
There was nothing she could do at the moment. He was gone and she hadn't the slightest clue where he could possibly be.
Her cold piercing eyes narrowed around the docks angrily searching for the gunman that shot at her. But there was no sign of any people in the area other than her.
Nina then decided to go back to the hotel and worry about the situation later. On her way back, she could hear the sounds of water falling from the sky.
"Great, it's raining!" she said sarcastically.
The heavy rainfall poured down from the sky and drenched her clothes. She became dripping wet in water from head to toe.
She walked through the harsh weather as if it didn't bother her at all. The winds blew rapidly against her and the rain continued to pour even faster than before.
As she walked, she could hear the sounds of her wet heels clicking against the hard wooden floor. She needed to get some place and dry off before she caught a cold.
Then she saw a bar not to far from where she was. Not wasting any time, she walks inside and sits down bringing in huge amounts of water dripping from her clothes. She takes a seat on one of the near stools and places her hands on the table.
"Hey! Can I get some service around here!" Nina says screaming for the bartender.
The bartender quickly fixes his collar and heads over to Nina to take her order.
"Yes Miss? What can I get for you?" the bartender replied politely.
"Give me whatever you got and be sure to fill the glass up all the way!" Nina commanded.
"Coming right up!" said the bartender hurrying to get her something to drink.
"And be quick about it!" Nina yelled.
"Yes, coming right up!" the bartender said nervously.
Two minutes later, the bartender came back and handed Nina a martini.she glared at the bartender as he placed the glass in her hands and walked off to serve another customer.
Nina looked into the glass and sipped it all down in one swallow. The taste was refreshing to her.
It was so good, she decided to call the bartender back and ask for another. The bartender hesitated at first, but one quick stare from Nina's eyes was all it took to get him going.
Seconds later, the bartender came back with another drink. Nina immediately snatched it from his hands, gulped it all down, belched, and asked for another. The bartender left her sight and went to go get another.
As Nina sat in her chair waiting for another glass, a few seats down from her sat a man in a black trench coat with his head turned to her waist side. He stared at her immensely from her heels all the way up to her head trying to get a good look at her.
Soon, Nina began to turn her head and look in his direction but the man slowly turned his head and hid his face from her sight before she could even catch a glimpse of him. Nina then turned her head back and saw the bartender place another drink in front of her.
Nina sipped it down in an instant and licked her lips pleasantly. After a while, she decided it was time to leave and head back to the hotel.
She rose up from her chair, stretched, and walked out before the bartender came back with the bill. She stepped outside and started walking.
A few feet away from her, she could suddenly hear the sounds of hard footsteps walking slowly behind her. Nina turned her head slowly and saw the man in the trench coat from the bar standing behind her with his head lowered
"What do you want!" Nina snapped.
After hearing the utterance of her voice, he slowly raises his head up and reveals his face. Lightning flashed brightly through the sky as Nina stared back at him.
The moment she saw his face, Nina backed away worriedly as if she'd seen a ghost. The man standing before her in the trench coat resembled the very man Nina shot and left dead in the bar the other day.
She could see his rough beard and his bulgy brown eyes stare back at her intensely as she gawked up at him.
"It's you? But how can this be? You're supposed to be dead; I killed you!"
Smiling at her devilishly, calm and quiet, he takes a step back and throws his fist towards her face. Avoiding the attack, Nina cartwheels out of the way before the punch connected with her chin.
The moment her feet touched back on the ground, the trench coat donning man leg sweeps her and trips her to the ground. Nina falls and hits the mud right on her back.
Once Nina was down, the man slowly walks over and places his boot onto her chest to prevent her from getting up. Nina shakes and rattles to break free, but the pressure on her was too great to escape from.
In the next second, the man reaches into his coat and pulls out a double-barreled shotgun that he had ready just for Nina. Steadily, he aims it directly at the blonde assassin's face with his hand ready to pull the trigger.