Elizabeth's POV

"Not all of them."

My head jerks upward towards the voice as the smoke finally clears, revealing the brute that tortured me. Also clad in a gas mask.

My blood stirs in anger at the sight if him. But also with an evil kind of excitement.

He's poked the bear long enough. It's time it mauls him and bites his head off. I think savagely. Causing a crazed grin to spread across my face.

I pull my mask off and tuck it into the side of my knife belt.

He does the same. Only he tosses he's to the ground.

"Why the face princess, you happy to see me?" He asks smugly.

"Oh you have no idea." I reply darkly. The expression on my face not wavering.

He looks slightly taken aback by my new attitude. I watch as his confidence dampens a bit. He's nervous.

As he should be.

"Bring it princess." He replies with false confidence. Taking a wide fighting stance.

And I do.

Running towards him at full speed I drop and slide between his legs at the last second. Avoiding a blow and cutting at his calves in that one move with knives he probably didn't notice me pull out.

He hissed in pain and drops to his knees.

I'm up in seconds and move to kick him in the head, but he quickly twists around to catch my leg. Tossing me into the ground.

The impact shakes me but I'm too revenge driven to be fazed. He regains his footing, albeit painfully judging by his facial expression.

I move to attack him again but he keeps ducking out of the way or deflecting. I soon realise that he's trying to slow me down to get the opportunity to strike. So I do it first.

I feign a punch to his lower abdomen and as planned he lowers his hands to protect it. Giving me the opening to swing a fist to his face. Breaking his nose. Again

He stumbles back.

I come at him immediately, leaving no room for recovery. Giving him blow after blow.

"This is for hurting me, my friends. And for Derek." I say angrily.

Standing up to my full height. I point a gun at him. His eyes widen in fear as I pull the trigger.

Lodging a bullet right between his eyes.

"One more Red. One more head shot and you're done with this life." I say quietly to myself as I head towards the red door.

I try to open it with the key card I found on the brute. And it works.

Doors slide open to reveal a luxurious looking office.

The chandelier hanging down from the ceiling giving the room a glow that imitates sunlight.

Leather Couches decorating the corner of the room.

An exquisite looking bar on the other corner.

I cautiously step further inside. The movement bringing into my view the sophisticated office chairs and table fixed in front of a large glass window.

Allowing one a great view of the sea that has been restored by nature to it's original beauty. A beauty that was probably lost due to the waste tossed in it from the industry when it was Still functioning.

There appears to be no one here but silence to keep me company.

But I know he's in here. I can almost smell him. That stench of lies and wickedness and treachery filling the room.

I'm about to call out to him when a shot is fired accompanied by burning pain in the back of my thigh. Then another to my left arm effectively disarming me of my gun.

I drop to the floor and groan in pain.

"I see the coward has finally left it's cave." I growl angrily. Knowing it was Jeremy.

"If you ask me this room looks nothing like a cave." He casually replies. Stepping forward and into my view.

"You know? I predicted every single move you and your team will make. After over 4years of reading your mission reports it was too easy."

"The plan to get in the building. The plan to rescue you, the head if their team. How Derek being the back bone of your unit will go up that hole last. How his death will drive you to revenge. And then how that revenge will put you here. Lying helpless and injured beneath me."

I remain quite, his words playing over in my head. So he just continues.

"Fun fact. The stray jacket you wore earlier had been modified to act as a lying detector. So your entire chat with me and torture session with Mr Raymond was basically a polygraph test.

So that's the brutes name. I silently think.

"And do you know what I realised little red?"

"That you are a sadistic prick?" I answer innocently.

He just chuckles before answering his own question.

"I realised that you where bluffing. You have the information. But it's hidden. And if I kill you now nothing will be set in motion to ruin me. Instead it will stay hidden." He finishes. Looking quite proud of himself.

"You are right Jeremy." I say, grabbing his full attention.

"You did predict all our steps beforehand. And it was pretty accurate. But you missed one step." I finish giving him a malicious smile.

"What?" He asks. The proud look on his face wavering ever so slightly as I reply.

"The fact that at the end of all our mission reports you have read for over 4years. There are always two words written boldly in my hand writing at the bottom of the last page."

"And what exactly is that Red?" He enquires uncomfortably.

I chuckle darkly before giving him an answer.

"MISSION COMPLETE."

Within the blink if an eye a throw knife is sent flying into he's shoulder, then another to his knee, then another to his chest as he kneels over from pain.

I clench my jaw in pain from my wounds as I stand to my full height. Looking down at him.

"I guess pride really does come before a fall. Or in your case over confidence." I say.

Something crosses my mind. So I ask the question that has been killing me.

"Why?"

"Why what?" He croaks in question.

"Why did you murder my parent's?"

He just coughs a bit before answering.

"They where going to kick me out. They owned all this. The agency. Built it from scratch.

But then they said I was no longer fit to work with them due to my ' psycho tendencies' as you so nicely put it earlier.

So I turned the agency on them. And made myself king." He finished.

I was so angry. So upset my hand was trembling from my hard grip on the gun I had pointed to his head.

"Beg Jeremy." I demand.

And he does.

"Please." he whispers

After a few seconds of silence except his hoarse breathing I reply coldly.

"No."

Then I put a bullet in his forehead.

And think for the last time.

Mission Complete.

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