Chapter 2 Her mission

On her way back home, Cynthia received a phone call from the organization they were attached. She answered her phone and stopped the car in a nearby post.

" Hello! What's up, White Knight?" Cynthia asked in a cold voice.

" You have a mission. Kill Congressman Bernard Sanchez. He will be arriving at Crescent Airport tomorrow around nine in the morning. Prepare yourself. The warrior knights will accompany you on your mission." White Knight gave the details to her.

" Copy that!" Cynthia confirmed and dropped the call afterwards. She smiled mysteriously when she got another mission. It has been three months since she had her last mission. She started to drive her car again and went back home.

When she arrived, there was a package that her father received and gave it to her.

" I guess you were chosen for another mission, isn't it my child?" Her father asked with a doubt on his mind.

" Yes, Dad! I'll be heading out tomorrow morning for my mission." Cynthia answered vividly to her father.

" Please be careful, my child! I know that the task that has been given to you is too risky. But I have confidence in you." Her father said with concern in his eyes. He tapped Cynthia's shoulder.

" I will, Dad!" Cynthia reassured her father and embraced him. After that, she took the box and went to her room. She opened the box and saw some flight attendant uniform, an ID, some gadgets and a silencer gun. She held the gun and felt excited for tomorrow's mission. After a while, she put down the gun back to the box and hid the box under her bed. She took off her dress and went to the cabinet to get her pajama. After she put on her pajama, she happily laid down on her bed. She fell asleep soundly.

Early morning, Cynthia got out of the house without taking her breakfast. She used her Audi A3 Cabriolet instead of her sports car. She proceeded towards the Crescent Aiport terminal wearing her flight attendant uniform and ID. She took a cup of coffee from the staff counter and ate a clubhouse sandwich before executing her mission.

Thirty minutes before nine o'clock, the warrior knights arrived with their disguises. They signalled her to go aboard the plane where Congressman Bernard Sanchez was boarding. She went aboard and pretended to be a flight attendant. When she got near the Congressman, she secretly took her silencer gun on her pocket. She smiled sweetly to the Congressman.

" Good morning, Sir! What a wonderful day to travel, isn't it?" Cynthia was calm and cool.

" Yes, it is!" Congressman Bernard answered with a wide smile on his face.

" Would you like anything, Sir?" Cynthia seductively took the Congressman's necktie. The Congressman grinned with a smile on his face and waved his bodyguards to get lost so that he could have some privacy with her. His men went aback as they were instructed.

Seeing an opportunity, Cynthia kissed the Congressman savagely and took out her silencer gun from her pocket. She darted the gun directly to him and the Congressman got hit by the bullet. She pulled the trigger of her gun several times and left the lifeless Congressman on his seat. She took off her jacket that was full of blood.

The warrior knights backed her up when she got off the plane. She rolled her jacket into her one arm and quickly walked towards the exit lane. Apparently, Congressman's men went back to the plane when they saw her walking out from the plane. They startled when they saw the Congressman flowing with blood and lifeless.

" Shit! Get the woman!" The main leader of them commanded with a loud voice resonating inside the plane.

The Congressman's men started shooting aiming at her. The people inside the Airport began to panic when they heard the shooting of guns.

" Dark Angel, get out quickly. We'll take care of them. Hurry!" One of her companions ordered her.

Cynthia nodded and ran quickly but she was shot on her right shoulder by a sniper.

" Ah! Darn it!" She screamed.

The warrior knights gathered around her to protect her from the enemies. Cynthia sited the sniper and shot him with her gun. She was a sharp shooter too and the sniper was hit by the bullet of her gun. When she got inside a ladies room. She quickly took off her disguise and shifted her clothes to a new one. She wrapped her wounded arm with her handkerchief, concealing it from bleeding more. She walked out of the ladies room in a hurry and went inside to a nearby car parked outside the airport. She got out of the battlefield wounded but safe. She laid down on the backseat of the car to take a rest. She was breathing heavily as she was in great pain.

A man got inside the car and started to drive. The man didn't notice that someone was with him in the car. After a few minutes, Cynthia sat up from the back seat. She looked outside the car window and saw that she was now far away from the airport.

The man saw her on the front mirror and stopped the car. He leaned on his back to check if he was just imagining things or not. But his eyes widened in disbelief when he confirmed that he was not dreaming. He scanned the woman at the backseat and saw her wound.

" You're bleeding! We need to get you to a hospital." The man said with full of concern.

Cynthia smiled although in pain. " Thank you!" She said in a sweet tone of voice.

The man started the engine and drove again. " What's your name, Miss?" He asked.

Cynthia recognized the man when she looked at her a while back. She reminded him of the man she had danced with at a disco bar. " My name is Cynthia Chou." She said politely.

" How did you get yourself hurt?" He asked again glancing at her through the front mirror.

" There was a shooting incident in the airport and I accidentally got shot by one of the men causing trouble there. I thought this car was mine and I was waiting for my driver but I guess I had a mistake." Cynthia explained. It was convincing enough not to cause suspicion towards her.

" I see. I'm Oscar Valdemor. I'm a doctor at Metropolitan Hospital in the City. I'm heading towards the hospital now actually so, I suppose you are in good luck." He said with a smile.

Cynthia didn't say anything more.She turned her face to her side while tightly holding her wounded arm. Oscar felt that he somehow knew the woman. As if he had met her before but he can't figure it out where.