I sat on a bench after jogging calming my throbbing heart while a hooded boy sat behind my bench that was attached to it. Morning breeze touched my skin and soothed my sweat slicked body. 

"There's a boy, pretty impressive." The hooded person whispered with his deep voice while spreading his newspaper wide before him, feigning to read. 

"Who?"

"Alex Diavolo. He has an excellent brain with reflexes." He said turning a page. 

"I see. But can we trust him?" I asked sipping through my sugarless drink while my eyes wandered around the park. Some were chatting in groups, some were jogging or doing yoga and a few were walking with their dogs. 

"Not yet. I searched through his documents. Something seems forceful."

I smirked at Dyson's remarks. 

"Where are the documents?" I asked as I had to see for myself if Alex Diavolo was suitable before recruiting him in our team. 

He sighed and stood up leaving the newspaper in the bin and walked away. 

I went to the bin and took the newspaper, dropping my empty can I walked at my usual pace. Before me, a brown haired boy with green eyes stared back at me from the picture that stuck on the documents. 

Same boy stood clapping at me wearing a black tunic and black jeans. His green eyes gave a dangerous and mysterious look at me. 

"Bravo! Biella!" He said a playful grin plastered on his face. 

"Alex."

"Well, you know, I was quite impressed with the shield you created by your swords. It was killer!" 

I nodded, "I take it as a compliment. But now we know why you didn't show up from the beginning of the mission." I spat at him but anger was far away from it. 

"We?" He asked, raising his chin and his brow. 

"You mean, Spider and you?"

"Yes." I still didn't get why he betrayed us. 

"Spider! Can you hear me?" He shouted, a look of anger slowly getting him. 

"He can," I replied. The building was empty with only soldiers. I wondered if it was a plan to lure me out. 

"So, it has been two years yet I could not see him in person. Why is that?" 

"Because of this-" I pointed my finger at the floor, "-situation where you could betray us and maybe tell your friends about our whereabouts and how Spider actually looks." I added, "So, that's the reason for your betrayal?"

"Of course not!" 

From the information that Dyson had given me six months ago, Alex was actually working as a spy under my sworn enemy, Dante. But why would he be friends with Marco?

"So?"

"He pays better!"

Oh! 

"Figures!" Dyson muttered through my earpiece

My brows twitched. What did he mean by figures? Yes, I did pay him low wages but still he was a spy from my enemy. Wasn't he already getting his payments from Dante? Why would I give him extra when I knew he was going to betray me sooner or later! 

I don't pay my enemies to cut my own throat. Thank you very much! 

But it was a relief that Alex himself showed his true colours as I was beginning to worry about paying him anymore. 

Well, there was another reason why we let him stay, because we needed him to clean our rooms. 

Kidding. We needed to ensure he only gets the information that we give him. So, they won't be able to find us especially, my partner in crime. Dyson Leanza.

Such a nerd with brains. He couldn't even pull the trigger but when it came to the Internet, computers, gadgets and hacking, no one, I bet, no one can beat Spider and his web.

He was the reason that all these years no one had found me. Well, I wasn't careless but better safe than sorry. 

"See, I told you we should cut him off when we had the chance," I yelled at Dyson and the confident grin faded from Alex. 

"So what? He was helpful to put Dante in his own tracks." I could feel the smirk through the earpiece. 

Alex raised a questioning gaze and asked, "Yo-you knew?" 

"Well, of course, boy. You can't hide from me," I said a proud grin crawled on my face under my mask. 

"And me!" Dyson said. 

"Yes! Yes! And from Spider." I rolled my eyes. 

"It doesn't matter if you knew or not. You're going to be dead and we'll hunt down your Spider boyfriend." He scoffed and stated with a miasma coated voice. 

"Boy… what?" I asked, feeling a nausea flooding under me. 

"I think my ears got a heart attack," Dyson said while I heard him gulping. Well, we both were like brother and sister not the other way around. 

"Kill her!" Alex ordered and the men pointed the guns toward me and that swordsman was ready to cut some throats.

"We'll see about that," I said and clicked on my smart watch in which Dyson gave me the 'okay' of our plan B. 

"On it."

"Well, now things will get a little interesting." I placed my hands over my head as if I'm surrendering and they stood dumbfounded. 

A gape formed on Alex's mouth and I said, "In three. Two. One."

Everyone looked around and there was absolutely nothing. Not even a blow of explosion, not even flames. Nothing. 

"What the hell, Spidy!" I yelled. 

"Don't shout! You should have counted from fifteen!" He yelled back and I clenched my teeth. "Timing matters, you know!"

"I'd be dead by then," I hissed through my gritted teeth. 

I looked at my shocked audiences and said, "Err...hold on a moment?"

Then the fearful blow of the explosion, the noise of glass, the rushing men and the hoarse howls of the soldiers exploded through the room. Orange flames rose with smoke which had taken a bite out of the side and the roof of the building. I ran toward a place opposite of the impact and covered my back to a nearby wall. 

After a few minutes, only cries of soldiers came through the air mixing with the acrid smell of the explosives. 

I stood up and saw Alex's body lying there a foot away and blood was oozing out of his mouth. I walked close to him. He was gasping for air and looked at me and struggled to form coherent words, "Ho… w? De… fuse… d."

I knew he was trying to ask why the bombs worked when he had defused them already. 

"You know, the bombs you came with were actually all fake. We changed the locations as well as the bombs, that's all." 

I bent down and whispered into his ear as I knew he had worn an ear piece from Dante, "You should have never messed with me, brother."

Alex looked at me, anger and pain mixing on his face in a swirl but soon his eyes became dull with his last breath. 

"Hey, you really need to come out now, I can see Marco's help is coming and you don't have enough grenades or bullets to kill 'em all," Dyson said through our connector. He had always been smart enough to inform me beforehand. That always gave me enough time to replan my exit.

Even if it was a risk to go further, I couldn't leave without the documents. It wasn't easy to get Marco as we were tracking him for at least a few months now. And now that I had the opportunity to have him, I couldn't possibly let him get away. 

"I'm going in," I announced while moving forward.

"What the fuck! Are you out of your mind?"

"No...I just can't let him get away, I need those goddamn documents. In case, you forgot but we were paid to get whatever fuck is going on here."

"You'll only get yourself killed. Just get out of there right now B. W., Or I'll just leave you," Dyson threatened.

B. W. aka Black Widow. Unfortunately, in my case it's Biella Wolniakowski. As much as I wanted to be like her but she is a fictional character.

A bullet hit the wall behind me, an announcement for me to concentrate if I didn't want my arse wiped out clean with bullets.

I cut the crap and stepped further to hide myself behind the wall while I told Dyson to wait.

He was in a van waiting for me in one and a half km radius. As I peeked, they fired at me.

I waited until they were out of ammos and then it was my turn. I cut through each of them while the floor of the corridors were painted in crimson colour.

Moving forward, it I reached the big metal door.

"How do we open this?"

"I'm doing it! But it's changed again." He added, "Ah! There you go. 5.7.A.5.6.B."

I entered after the door opened and saw Marco standing with a gun pointed at me with his rigid body and shaky hands.

Behind him, his desk was a mess with uncountable documents and the room was finely decorated with bookshelves. However, the dust took final residence on them.

"Do you really think that you could kill me with this little pen*s?" I asked taking out my swords and entered through the door which closed behind my back. 

"Jeez, you should really work on your mouth," Dyson remarked.

"Will you just shut up, Spider?" I whispered to him through the connector while continuing to interrogate my hostage, "So, where are the documents, Marco?"

His breathing was ragged and he gulped while his hands shook under the trigger. I smirked.

He couldn't even aim.

He was so scared that his pupils moved, oblivious to the fact that it gave me a hint. I knew he didn't want to, fear made his eyes act without his consent. A fraction of second, and it was enough for me to find out where it was.

Now it was time to kill him and my mission would be accomplished.

"Do-don't kill me. I'll give you one million dollars," He said, his voice was breaking. 

"But the person who wants you dead gave us four million." 

He furrowed his brows and gulped. Surely, something was brewing in that skull. 

"He didn't! He only gave us two." Dyson corrected however, Marco couldn't hear it and he didn't need to know that. 

Grabbing his firearm, I kneed him in his abdomen followed by a hit on his nose. He groaned in agony clasping his hands over his bloodied nose and said, "Fine! I'll give you four million. Is that enough?"

I paused for a moment when four million dollars devoured my senses. 

"Just finish him off!" Dyson muttered. 

"Err… what about four million dollars?" I asked. 

Millions matters, you know!

"Don't talk like a money obsessed bitch! Just grab the documents and kill him. You don't have enough time," He shouted his voice reaching the sky and I looked around and my gaze fell on a small square briefcase. 

"What's this?" I asked pointed at the silver briefcase. 

Marco looked horrified and said, "No! Don't look at it. It's-it's classified."

I pointed my sword tip on his exposed neck. "It-It's a drug! Very powerful one."

Maybe this was the specimen our client had asked. 

"Open it!"

He opened it with hesitation and there were three small tubes. Red, blue and yellow liquid in them. 

I was about to ask for these drugs when Dyson said, "Run! They are here. Forget about it!"

I looked at the box and then at Marco. He had sweat all over his face. Something was saying to me that the drugs were a big deal. 

"Don't!" Dyson exclaimed. 

"What? I haven't even done anything!"

"I know what your devilish mind is thinking."

"I would not!" 

***

I ran as fast as possible with the documents and… well, with another silver briefcase hanging in my hand. 

Hundreds of calculations formed in my mind. What if it's actually worth millions? And maybe, we could tell our client to increase our payment if they wanted the drugs. A grin crawled on my face. 

I had accomplished my mission and now I could not wait to reach home. 

A rainfall of bullets directed toward me. Crude pursuers of the dead man- Marco, were now behind me, shouting with their guns. I hoped they didn't have another sniper. 

My limbs were howling as my feet moved with clumsiness that announced how little time I had left. They were closing in from all angles now. My heart drummed more loudly in my own ears. 

I was drinking in the feedback of all my senses. Now, there was noise of my feet that kicked stones and cracked twigs under them. I mentally cursed it for making so much noise. The woods were too dark to see unless they had night vision scope, that it. 

It was not long when Dyson's truck came to a halt just before my tracks. 

"Wh-why are you he-here?" I asked between my breaths. He shouldn't be here. 

"They are still following you. Get up!" He opened the door of the passenger seat and I got up as my feet gave up already.

 "Geez, I told you to come right away, now we are in trouble," Dyson said his pale face showed how scared he was. 

"And you know it's way too many mosquitoes here, I'll probably have malaria." He added with an irritated tone.

I shrugged my shoulders still heaving for air and told him, "Oh, come on, Dyson! You could be a Mosquito-man someday. Besides, don't your beloved vampires feel bad that you're badmouthing their relatives?" We both giggled on the lame joke and he gave me a playful glare.

"You and your superheroes." He rolled his eyes and started the engine when we saw two vehicles stopping right before our exit. 

Shit! 

We took the opposite direction and he pushed the accelerator. A few men in black suits fired at us. 

Guilty came crashing on me that Dyson got caught up with this mess for helping me. If I hadn't wasted my time with those calculations in my mind, we'd have been saved. I put my weaponry bag aside along with the briefcases and took out my guns. 

I didn't have many bullets. 

Blugger's hat! 

There was no helping with the sick feeling I had inside my stomach. Before I could open the window and shoot them, our truck collided with a trunk and before our mind could register the impact, the ground beneath us gave-away. 

The darkness reached out for us, wrapping its hands and pulling us down. It welcomed us, smiling deviously. 

We were falling down deep into the abyss. 

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Edited by Sam8136 third draft: 11th July
(2491 words)
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A/n:
So, it's the prologue. It's actually very long so I had to put it in part 1&2

I'll start updating the next chapters of the third draft once I have successfully finish writing ten chapters or maybe five! I'm not sure!