Bella tilted her head as if savoring her victory. She was getting impatient but she should take her time. She was always as calculated and composed even under pressure.
She entered another series of numbers on the laptop's system and the network information inside the safe house suddenly broke down.
She grinned devilishly.
Now she can enter the property without those stupid, hidden cameras. She only had to deal with Kareem's armed men. And surely that was not a big deal at all.
She jumped off the distance between the tree and the ground was high enough to break her legs but to Bella, it was never a problem. She had undergone very strict and rigorous military training that almost took her life but it only made her tough. She was tagged as one of Britain's greatest assassins.
She had the skills of a master, a beauty of an innocent teenager and a mind of a murderer. For her, there was no such thing as impossible. She had the skill to deliver even the most impossible mission an assassin can ever have. Her colleagues revered her awesomeness. She was the finest of her kind.
Her body swiftly flew in the air and she fell on the thick grass, unharmed like a kitten. She ran swiftly and hid herself behind the bushes as patrolling men continue to take their posts.
She managed to sneak at the back of the house, bypassing the guards whose big bodies were inversely proportional to their pea-sized brains, without a single sweat.
She walked near a glass window and took a peep inside. She saw a pile of dirty clothes in the rack,washing machine and spin drier and some other utility stuff, so she quickly analyzed that it was nothing fancy but the laundry room.
But it was a perfect place, a great access point for her to break inside the safe house.
She dropped to her knees and unzipped her boots. She pulled a gun-like gadget that resembled a .45 caliber pistol from it and zipped her boots back. She then aimed the gadget at the bulletproofed glass window and pulled the trigger. A streak of red light emanated from it, a laser beam known to cut the hardest mineral on Earth, and it sliced the bulletproofed glass window, creating a hole enough to accommodate her slender figure.
She slid inside the house. Few more minutes and she'll join Kareem in his private den and she can finally titillate him to death. She can already smell his sweet end.
She was about to go out of the laundry room when she heard voices coming near her direction. She instantly hid herself in one of the laundry baskets and held her breath as the door knob rotated and the door swung open.
"Man, you've got loads of dirty clothes today." The booming voice was undeniably male and laced with a strong Arabian accent.
Bella felt dirty clothes landed on her head, burying her face between the sheets. She smelled the strong stench of the unwashed fabric and she wanted to puke.
"Look who's talking!"Another Arabian voice answered, irritated and pissed off.
She felt another pile of dirty and stinky clothes above her head and her eyes shut in hate. Dreadful Arab stench filled her nose once more and she swore she would have her revenge later. She snorted in disgust.
The first man laughed then hurriedly went out of the laundry room while his companion ran after him.
The moment that she was left alone, she immediately hauled herself out of the big laundry basket. She was so thankful as she smelled fresh air again when she was finally out of the laundry room.
Shucks! That was such an ordeal!
She headed to the kitchen. She was walking in tiptoes as to avoid making any sound. She was about to approach the kitchen when a six footer bodyguard, with a pistol holstered at his waist, came in line of her sight. She immediately hid at the back of the door. She positioned herself, ready to strike her target once he comes close.
She counted his every steps, her heartbeat followed a steady rhythm. She was very focused and ready for combat. He walked passed her and in lightning speed, she was at his right leg flew in the air, straight into the man's vulnerable spot, his nape.
Stunned, he faltered a step. She faced him squarely and rammed her roving eyes around his lithe figure. Her eyes stopped at his groin, lingered a little and flickered back at his still closed eyes. She knew he was in pain.
Then she hit him there,with a sheer force enough to make him scream in pain. But before he can even squeak, she reached for his head and firmly covered his mouth with her hand. She had cunningly silenced the big man.
"Hush baby hush…" She whispered on his ear. His muffled voice sounded like a helpless plea and she giggled in delight. Seeing her victim succumbed to her ruthless ministrations was like narcotics in her blood, setting her spirits high. His body slumped and his weight rested on hers.
His hand flexed and she instantly knew that he might have regained a little of his strength. In a quick movement, she entangled his hand around his body, preventing any of his planned escape and twisted his arm. His jaw dropped. Her hand was still covering his mouth with an iron grip, preventing him from making any audible noise and inflicted more pain to his already tweaked body.
"Oh babe, you looked so adorable, so priceless!" She hissed as her mouth twisted in a mocking smile.
He made a futile attempt to move, to open his eyes, yet he cannot progress further. She had successfully overpowered him and he was at her mercy now.
She heard hasty footsteps and murmurs approaching their direction and she instantly raked her surroundings for possible hiding place. They needed to hide so as not to alert the people inside the house and ruin her plans. Her sight landed on the spacious cupboard.
She dragged the man's body at the back of the cupboard where they hid. She loosened her grip on him and he struggled to break free.
"Still holding on to your dear life, baby?" She knelt at his back and fiercely pushed his body on the floor. She heard his backbone cracked. His body flexed. Once again, he struggled to break free but she only squashed the last inch of hope in him. He was already weak while enduring a searing pain from his fractured backbone.
The voices were getting louder as seconds passed by and even if how she enjoyed titillating to death the pathetic creature that was in her hands right now, she needed to move quickly. She loved torturing her victims before she eventually take their lives but she can just do that later, with Kareem.
She still had to face quite a large number of Kareem's security forces and she had to eliminate them one by one until she comes close to her target.
She curved her lips in awry smile and twisted the man's neck, finally silencing him to death. Then she stood up and took the pistol that was strapped at her hips, leaving the dead man behind the cupboard. She licked her lower lip as five men crossed her vision and in a swift movement, shot them one by one, hitting them at their foreheads, taking them by surprise. No one had managed to get their hands on their guns and saved their fuckin' lives. That's how fast she moves.
Bella blew the faint hint of smoke that was coming out of her pistol as the five, dead bodies fell on the floor. Her pistol had a silencer and she had managed to shoot her next victims without creating any noise.
Then she hurriedly stacked the five bodies, along with the body of her first victim, behind the cupboard. She needed to hide them so as not to raise any alarm from the other unsuspecting, fully-armed Kareem's security forces.
Then she went to the kitchen and mercilessly shot the four, clueless people who were eating their midnight snacks at the dining table. They just had their last supper. And she didn't care. But she needed to hide their dead bodies.
She scanned the kitchen and saw a door. She walked towards it and opened it. It was a stock room. Without wasting any minute, she threw the five,dead bodies inside the stock room and locked the door.
Ten people down, more to go… And she just can't wait to kill more.
And with calculated movement and a steady heartbeat, with a pistol in her hand, she walked towards the stairs, ready to shoot anyone who would dare cross her way. Her target was in the second floor of the house,specifically in the den, watching tv, and she had to get close to him. But it won't be easy. He was surrounded by his heavily armed bodyguards.
But the thought just challenged her even more. She already had something in mind, a plan on what to do on how to accomplish her mission.
But she had to kill everyone on the ground floor first. There were still some men left in the living room. And they would pose as threat once she escapes. She needed to eliminate them.
So she walked as a panther, alert and ready for any possible danger that may cross her path, as she made her way towards the living room. The house was quite huge and fully furnished with luxury. Kareem may have had spent a fortune building his safe haven on top of the mountain. She can just imagine the difficulty transporting the needed materials to build the house and the fortress-like gate. Well, wood won't be a problem as it was abundant in the area but cement, glass and steel. But Kareem, aside from being powerful in his own right was filthy rich too. The man deserved a credit.
She halted as she was about to take a peek into the living room. She slowly and breathlessly moved her head behind the wall so she can see what was going on in there, her auditory nerves sensitive of any movement. Her eyes zoomed in and saw four, remaining people who were playing poker. They were seriously looking at their cards.
It was a perfect timing for her. They were so concentrated with the game and it was her turn to lay her cards right. She needed to get close to them without being noticed so she can shoot them one by one.
She bent her knees and walked in tiptoe, aiming to get close to the grandfather's clock that was just behind the four, clueless men. They had their riffles at their side and on the floor. Her goal was to get them before anyone could get a hold of their high-powered guns.
She let go of a satisfied growl as she finally went behind the grandfather's clock unnoticed. She just then appeared at the back of the four men and shot them in succession without a blink, in split seconds.
Then she laid the dead bodies on the sofa as if they were just sleeping and fixed the scattered cards so no one would suspect that an intruder had been in the property. She had to pull her act as clean as she can until she gets to her target and do what she was tasked to do. It was such an ordeal to her to prolong the inevitable moment but she had to.
Her eyes darted at the top of the stairs where she can see a fraction of the second floor of the house. She can hear the faint sound of the television coming from the den where Kareem was. She knew that there were a lot of armed men upstairs but they were actually quiet, perhaps so as not to disturb their boss as he watched the late night television show.
She needed to get upstairs and deliver Kareem his cruel death but she had to be very careful. He was heavily protected. Most of his security forces were concentrated around him though he was alone in the den. The challenge lies on how to bypass his fully armed bodyguards.
She shot her vision up and it landed on the ceiling. Her lips twitched in a mysterious ! She had the answer to her not so mundane problem. She will get to Kareem through the ceiling.
"Kareem… wait for me…" She hissed as she started making her way up the ceiling, using her boots to cling her body on the wall, as she climbed her way up. Using her sophisticated laser beam that could cut anything, she dug a hole on the ceiling, enough to get her through and she did.
It was dark up there and she waited for a few moments for her eyes to adapt to the darkness. Then she started to move, creeping in the space between the ceiling and the roof. She knew what direction she had to go. In the short span of time, she had already memorized every corner of Kareem's house. She had to go to the den, where he was at.
And she was getting so near to her target, she can almost smell his stench.