Between The Mafia Brothers

A beautiful woman dressed as a waitress walked across the party which was being held in one of the most luxurious mansions in the country.

The house was worth over hundreds of millions alone, without including the assets in it, and it is owned by a prestigious political family and they were currently having a party. The place was filled with several affluent and prominent individuals.

The family just bought a historical vase rumored to be made of pure gold and it was bought at a bidding price of one billion. It was well protected in their secret room along with other precious and expensive artifacts.

But tonight, this beautiful woman is going to steal this vase.

Her long brown hair which was packed into a ponytail, swung sideways as she approaches a woman. Her sea blue eyes gazed at the woman so intently.

"Would you like some more champagne, my fine ma'am?" asked the young woman so politely to the woman, who happens to be the lady of the house.

"For sure," the lady responded merrily and the woman handed a new glass of champagne to the lady while also collecting her previous glass.

She nodded at the lady as a way of excusing herself and so she began to walk away with the empty glass.

{Did you get it, Christie?} A voice asked from the ear pod the woman was wearing.

"Yes," she responded.

{Good, I'm already at the safe room. You have nothing to worry about, the place leading to the safe room is totally deserted. Now come over, let's steal the vase while all this folks are still all jolly jolly} The voice continued.

"Roger that!" the woman smirked.

Yes, her name was Christie- Christie Lance. One of the most dangerous and renowned spy and con artist in the country with the alias deadly whisper.

She walked into the mansion and towards the safe room with the glass in her hands. After getting passed the few people in the entrance and visiting room of the house. The hallways leading to the safehouse was truly deserted.

She got there and found her partner in crime.

"I see you have knocked out these guys real good," she started, referring to the bodyguards on the ground, unconscious.

"Hacked the CCTV camera too. We gotta be fast," he replied.

"Where's it?" he asked stretching his hand out to receive the glass, which she handed to him.

He began to sweep out the woman's fingerprints, Christie on the other hand had been wearing gloves not to tamper with the woman's fingerprints.

"One would never think the key to entering the safe room was the wife's fingerprints," she commented, while changing her clothes from the previous waitress attire.

"Yes, smart man. He knew all eyes would be on him initially and nobody would have suspected that it was his wife's fingerprints," said the man, by name John but who goes by the alias Phantom.

He soon got the metal doors of the safe room to open after quickly applying the woman's fingerprints. They walked in to get their trophy.

"Ah yes, this is the main game!" Phantom noted excitedly.

They collected the vase after checking it if it was authentic. It was, they put it into a black bag and it was carried by Phantom, but just when they were about to leave, Phantom pointed a gun at her.

"It's been fun sweetheart," he told with a grin.

Christie laughed, "I did see this coming and that's why I prefer working alone. You can't really trust anyone these days,"

"True, true. Now I'm gonna take this baby over here," Phantom stated referring to the vase with him, which was in the black bag.

"And I'm gonna kill you and you are going to take all the blame for this crime. The authorities are finally going to know the face behind the deadly whisper mask," Phantom continued and he cackled.

"(Scoffs) You think I'm not one step ahead of you," Christie scoffed and before Phantom could fantom what she was talking about, she had already kicked the gun out of his hands and away from him.

They engaged in combat and Christie had the upper hand. Phantom was a little bit good and so it took some while of fighting before she could defeat him.

She bruised his chin with her knee and finally sent him flying away and hitting the ground with a kick. The kick had so much impact that he couldn't get up for some while, some of the other artifacts in the room had been damaged.

"I'll just take that," she told and collected the bag containing the vase, which had been kept aside earlier as they fought.

"I'll just lock you up here till the police arrive," she chuckled and started walking away but then she felt a syringe go into her neck.

Phantom had gathered all his strength to stand up and do his last move. He injected her with a sleeping and paralysis drug when she had turned to leave. Its effects will subside only after a few hours.

The effects of the drug was so strong, Christie was soon on the ground.

"You a**hole!" she cursed and Phantom laughed collecting the bag once again.

"Sayonara," he uttered and walked out shutting Christie in.

The doors were opened after some while and though she was slipping in and out of consciousness, she could still see the blurry images of men in boots, probably with guns in their hands, they rushed into the room.

"Hands in the air," she heard them chorus.

"Deadly whisper," they muttered as if they had just hit the jackpot today.

"Don't move! You are under arrest deadly whisper," they continued.

Ah! This day was coming after all, sooner or later. The day she will be caught, but it just happened sooner than she had thought it would.

She wasn't always a spy and con artist.

She once had a life, a promising one. But not until that one night, the night that ruined her life. She could have chosen a different path, a better life after that night, but this was just what life led her to.

~Ten years ago...

Sounds of gunshots woke her up from her sleep. Her eyes shut open at once, she sat up immediately as she wondered what was going on.

Eighteen years old Christie Lance got off from her king size bed and walked close to the double sided door of her room.

She was curious but scared at the same time. She opened the door and walked out of the room.

She followed where the sounds were coming from, it was coming from the immediate floor beneath. That was where her parents room was located.

'What's going on?' she wondered as she proceeded.

...

She walked down the stairs, slowly.

Her eyes landed on two tall masked figures coming out of her parents' room. They spotted her and one of them pointed a gun at her. She froze in fear.

"Hey, hey...she's just a kid," the other masked figure intervened.

"So?" the one pointing a gun responded. They sounded like young boys, young mafia assassins.

"She will be around our age, you don't want to do this. She ain't our mission, we've done it. So let's get out of here," the other advised. The one pointing a gun at her nodded and so, they ran out with a laptop in their grasps.

She quickly dashed into her parents room. She was welcomed by the cries of her mother. The bed and her mother were bathed in the blood of her father.

Christie's hand went to her mouth, tears form in her eyes and it soon began to walk down majestically.

...

The next few months didn't go too well.

Her mother was accused of the murder by her in-laws, which were Christie's paternal family.

They never liked her mother from the beginning and never approved of the relationship and marriage between her parents.

It was discovered that on the same night of her father's death, huge funds were withdrew from the Lance's main accounts.

The accounts to which the funds were withdrew to were traced but the money was gone and they couldn't articulate the issue afterwards.

Her mother was accused of paying the assassins to assassinate her husband so she could obtain such a huge amount from the plot. The whole story didn't make any sense to Christie at all.

Her mother lost the case and was eventually sentenced to twenty seven years imprisonment.

After her mother was sent to prison, Christie's paternal family treated her in the worst possible way. They did fend for her but in a way she wished they didn't. She wished she had maternal relatives, maybe they'd have been much more better than these people that calls themselves her family.

They didn't even want to send her to college but wanted to marry her off to an old business tycoon. Christie just couldn't understand why her own blood relatives were treating her this way.

To add to her misfortunes, Christie received a sad news one day.

Her mother was killed in jail. She cried endlessly on the day she was told the news, she knew her paternal family could be responsible for it and everything that has been happening to her, all because of their hate for her mother.

Christie left the country without her family even knowing, talkless of approving. She left immediately she got a fully funded scholarship to study abroad and never made any effort in reconciling with her paternal family. On the contrary, she despises them.

As she was studying abroad, she was still carrying out her own investigations. She was working and schooling and so the money she got from working, she saved it up and when it was enough, she hired a private investigator and they both did a thorough background check on the case.

They were able to discover a lot of things. They discovered that the assassins that assassinated her father belonged to a mafia group, which could be traced back to the prestigious Vistlon family, who were secretly running the syndicate unknownly to the public because they were good in cleaning up their tracks.

Her paternal family were prominent suspects in the issue concerning her mother but she couldn't quite put the pieces together.

What was her father's relationship with the mafia family? If there wasn't any, why'd her paternal family hire the mafia assassins to kill their own blood?

The more she discovered, the more complicated it became. But one thing was for sure, the Vistlon family killed her father- Either to obtain his money which they did or to get back at him for something she was yet to know and her paternal family were involved one way or the other.

She's going to find it all out and she's going to make them all pay dearly.

"I'm going to make you all pay, especially the Vistlon family. For everything you took away from me and everything you've caused me. I'll take away everything away from you and I'll make sure you suffer ten times the fold of what you caused me. I'll cripple you and you'll forever regret what you all had made me go through," Christie had swore.

Years later after her studies, she came back to the country. She didn't bother to see her relatives, they never knew she travelled out of the country to study. They'd probably think she ran away from home after all of their maltreatments. They might even think she must be dead by now.

'How will she survive without us?' they must have cackled between themselves.

She trained to become a con artist. One reason was because it was the easiest life to choose in order to get access to her enemies. She has been preparing for this for years now and she was going to take her precious time in planning it meticulously.

It doesn't matter how long it takes, as long as it becomes successful, it will be worth the wait.

It wasn't easy as she was training to become a con artist because she was all alone and did it all alone but eventually, she got more skilled and missions were just rushing in.

She took the alias deadly whisper, because her clients usually say she was a silent one yet deadly and she soon became popular.

But the more she became popular, the higher she climbed the rank of the wanted list of both the authorities and people who just hated her for one reason or another.

And that was why she had always wore a mask from the beginning, so she could still lead a normal life outside the job.

But she never expected to get caught today.

"Ah, F*ck!" she exclaims, finally submitting to the darkness as the police or whoever they were, surrounded her.

Christie's eyes slowly opened. She still felt drowsy and she even felt nauseous now. When she finally recovered from the drowsy and nauseous feeling, she sat up.

She was on a bed in a room, she stood up. The room was four squared in shape with only one door which was the bathroom, when she opened it to see.

Where was she exactly?

She moved to what seemed to be the entrance but there was no door, just a complete glass wall. Some men soon stood in front of her by the glass wall.

They were talking to each other but she couldn't hear a thing, the room was totally soundproof. She couldn't hear what they were saying and they wouldn't be able to hear what she will say.

It was then she recalled everything that had happened from earlier. Who exactly arrested or captured her?

Could it be the owners of the vase? Or some other enemy? Because the ordinary police doesn't have these kinds of facilities. If it were the police, she would have been put in a regular cell, with cellmates.

Where is this place?

The men soon left, then a group of armed men walked in and the glass wall just slide aside, giving the armed men access to her.

"Who are you guys?" Christie questioned but they didn't respond and instead they came at her, to apprhend her.

"Let go!" Christie demanded as the men brought her hands backwards and handcuff her hands.

"Move!" one of them ordered, shoving her roughly at the shoulder.

Reluctantly, she began to go with them. They were too many for only her to beat up and the place looks like a big establishment, even if she is able to get rid of these men, more men might be sent over to her before she can even think of escaping.

They took her over to a room that looks like an interrogating room and sat her down, they didn't take the cuffs off. The room was large enough.

She placed her cuffed hands on the table in front of her and then she glared at the lady and the two men that walked into the room, two of the armed men were still in the room.

"Deadly whisper," one of the men started.

"Your arrest is really going to fetch me the promotion I have been yearning for, for a long time now," the man added, the man was a third ranked officer in the national security agency (NSA)- Mr. Rodriguez Slam.

"Who the hell are you guys?" Christie inquired.

"We are officers of the NSA and you are currently at our base," told the woman, Elena Trevino, and one of Christie's brows raised up.

"You never expected to be caught by the NSA, aye?" Rodriguez mocked.

"Just your luck," Christie smirked.

"You are a very wanted criminal, deadly whisper. Not even a single identification on you Whisper, who are you?" asked the other man- Brian Ridley.

"And you really expect me to tell you that?" Christie grinned.

'How stupid!' she thought.

"Well, you are supposed to go to jail inmediately for all your crimes but the NSA is willing to grant you a shorter jail term, because we've got bigger fish to fry and you will just come in handy for the job since you are already into these kinds of things," Elena informed.

"I'm General Elena Trevino by the way, this is Colonel Rodriguez Slam and this fine young man over here, is Lieutenant Brian Ridley of the special intelligence team," Elena introduced.

"So what are you trying to imply?" Christie went straight to the matter at hand.

"You will get a shorter jail term if you do a job for us," Rodriguez replied.

"What kind of job?" Christie inquired.

"We need you to infiltrate a syndicate group suspected to be the leaders of the syndicate groups and mafia families nationwide. The group is currently suspected to be run by a prestigious family in the country," Elena added.

"But to the public this family's wealth and power is just from their legal business empire. But after much suspicious instances, it has instigate the NSA to suspect that the family is running the syndicate group," Brian continued.

"But we haven't been able to get any evidence against the mafia family, we haven't been able to get anything to implicate them and that's where you come in," Elena declared.

"Ms. Whisper, you will infiltrate and spy on this family, gathering enough Intel for the NSA that will incriminate the mafia family," Brian added.

"Easy pissy, who am I spying on?" Christie replied.

"It's not as easy as you may be thinking. These people are good, they have been covering up their tracks for years and it was only recently that we started having doubts about the family. This is the Vistlon family that we are talking about here," Rodriguez butted in.

What? The Vistlon family? Those were the very people she has been preparing and planning to take down. This was a total win win for her.

She smirked, "I'm in. But I have just one condition,"

"You don't get to demand for anything," Rodriguez fumed.

"Colonel?" Elena interceded.

"Well, I do. From the looks of things, you don't seem to be the one calling the shots here," Christie infuriated the man even more.

"Why you little-"

"Since you guys are about to send me on a mission that might endanger my life especially if the targets find out that I am a mole-"

"That's why you will need to be very careful," Elena interrupted Christie who had cut Rodriguez off.

"I don't want my jail term to be shortened, I want complete amnesty. All charges against me should be dropped," Christie continued.

"What? You are never-"

"Stand down Colonel," Elena interrupted and Rodriguez gritted his teeth. This woman, always acting high and mighty as if she was better than him. He just couldn't wait for his promotion.

"Is that all?" Elena inquired.

"Yes," Christie answered.

"Well..." Elena trailed off, trying to give Christie's request a good thought.

"Fine." Elena decided, there was really no time to waste.

"You can't be serious," Rodriguez responded.

"But with a condition that you turn completely away from your old ways, if a single report about you returning to your old ways is confirmed, I won't hesitate to throw you into jail," Elena warned.

"Pinky swear and promise," Christie grinned.

They finally removed the handcuffs off her hands, then they took her to another room to discuss further.

"You will keep in touch with Lieutenant Brian, and report directly to him. He in turn will report directly to us. Once you have been released, you need to get to work ASAP.

"Find a way to infiltrate the Vistlon family and you will report every single details of your progress in the case," Elena elaborate

"And..." Elena continued, as some lab scientists began to troop into the room.

The lead scientist brought into view, a syringe gun and started to walk towards Christie.

"Hey?! What do you think you are doi-" before Christie could react or resist, the syringe had already been injected into Christie's hand.

"Don't fight it," Elena suggested.

"What the hell?!" Christie responded, she could feel the unknowing substance running across her now erect veins.

"It's a tracker. We can track wherever you go and if you want to play a fast one on us, it also allows us to eliminate you," Elena informed with a mischievous grin.

Rodriguez smiled ear to ear like a cheshire cat. He thought General Elena was going to trust the woman completely.

Christie glared at them. "?!"