I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized who our meeting was set up with. Mr. Ollivsanse. I did feel a flush of familiarity when I read the name of our latest client in the Mission letter. And as I saw him standing right in front of me, I couldn't help but feel a surge of panic rise my chest.

It was where I and Ayushmann had first met, in a local pub, for a game of gamble. He was with us, playing the game. I had no idea why he was at ours, when he could be at an elite bar, something that matched his standards. We had simultaneously ushered our ways out when we realized we couldn't pay him back. It was me who ran away first, then slowly I felt a dark figure following me, only to get a glance as it was Ayushmann.

But as we kept talking about our joint planning, I felt, he hadn't realized who we were, so did Ayushmann. He talked in his usual pleasant French accent, with so much ease.

"Are you OK, Ms. Revvings?" Ollivsanse's voice spoke up. "Oh, pleasant much." I managed to give him a weak smile.

He seemed too much interested in our deal, as he lifted his hand to raise a toast for our business, I saw an unmistakable figure of his chequebook.

Just as we were about to land our hands on his cheque, he looked up, "Didn't actually believe, you were about to get my money on your filthy hands, Khurrana and you, Arora?"

Fuck.

Ayushmann froze beside me. I did too.

I really thought maybe we could get successful tonight, but now, he remembered, both of us. Was it bad that I was still expecting to get a hand on his checks?

Before Ayushmann could realize what was happening, one of Ollivsanse's men came to hold both of us from behind, right into our neck.

I kicked the bodyguard immediately, my face turning pink due to the constriction on my neck. Ayushmann rose up from his seat and pulled his gun out. Gladly he had two guns and threw one of them at me in a speed. I hurdled around to see more of Ollivsanse's men approaching us and before I knew it, I had killed two of his men.

Other people were running away for their life. I had to do something. Ayushmann kept shooting and kicking anyone who came close to him. All of the sudden, my guns shot the one important person we needed the most.

Ollivsanse himself.

Work of art, you did Hazel. I said this to myself in great disappointment.

He suddenly fell unconscious. I most definitely killed him. But the important thing was his cheque. There was no way we could get Xavier his money now. He would kill us.

I saw Ayushmann appear towards Ollivsanse's body, I called Roald quickly. Ayushmann slapped Ollivsanse, but he or it didn't respond.

There was a huge commotion and a possibility that police have come to the palace as well, but there was no time. We had to escape. We always did. Ayushmann picked the chequebook up. It was full of empty unwritten cheques. Suddenly I had an idea.

We narrowly escaped the police, mostly because Ayushmann shot one of them. He was so fucking dangerous. Yet something always made me draw myself towards him. Again, I felt I was thinking inappropriate things at time, because we killed a fucking police officer, and my mind was debating on how hot Ayushmann looked shooting the force.  Sometimes, I believe I deserve all of this shit because of why my brain is the way it is. But now wasn't the time to think about my karma. We needed to get our asses in GrewZong for now.