Just doing my Job

“If you wreck this car, you’d better kill me dammit.” She cursed at him. He laughed like a hyena and gunned the engine. “Oh I can see the gravestone now. ‘She died doing what she loved, swearing profusely’. I thought you were big and bad. You can’t handle some fast driving?” The look on her face said it all. If looks could kill, he’d be dead several times over. “I’d like to see you do better” he challenged. “Pull over now.” A devilish grin graced her face. In the parking lot of a closed grocery store, they traded placed. “Seatbelts. No complaints. Assholes and elbows, here we go!”

The ride back to the villa took a little less than five minutes. He had a white knuckled grip on the door handle. “What’s wrong pop star? Life flashed before your eyes?” He finally cut his eyes to her when his heart stopped pounding up in his head. “That was ridiculous. I’d ask where you learned to drive like that but maybe I don’t want to know.” As they got out of the car, he rather loudly declared that they had to do that again. Her phone dinged softly. She looked down and the mood instantly changed. “Shhh.” He looked to her, confused. She pulled the slit of her gown back and dug out a small nine millimeter pistol up. “Stay here. Jameson?” When the A.I. didn’t respond, she got worried. “Got your phone?” He nodded. Text Jenson and tell him that I’m clearing the house and to get here as soon as possible. Stay in this garage and do not move. No matter what you hear. I will let myself in when it is safe. Jenson has access as well. Got it?”

He nodded. Cautiously glancing around, his eyes went back to her. She had once again transformed before his eyes. Gone was the delicate seeming woman from earlier. A warrior appeared in her place. He watched as she tore the bottom half of her gown completely off, allowing her more ease with her movements. She shed her heels and tied her hair up. With her shoulder bare, he noted a curious tattoo. Written in a strange, sharp font it read “Fate whispers to the warrior ‘You cannot withstand the storm’ and the warrior whispers back ‘I am the storm’.” A trained killer was standing before him and for some strange reason, he wasn’t afraid. She turned to him one last time before leaving the safe confines of the garage. “Remember you have your pistols. Don’t bring them out unless absolutely necessary.” With that, she left.

The interior was pitch black. That was the main problem. She had programs numerous fail safes. There should have always been power. She slowed her breathing and stilled her body; listening for any sound that was unfamiliar. With her eyes closed, she could see the layout in her mind. An errant footstep sounded near her bedroom. Quietly, she crept down the hall, gun out. She heard a second set of steps. Now her brain was racing. Internally, she decided the best way to go about surprising the unwanted intruders. Once at her door, she holstered her weapon and eased the door open. Their backs were to her. They were in one of the many safes she had in the compound. There wasn’t too much in it that was of value. It was the principle of it though. Now she was angry.

She stalked towards them silently. With a swift motion, the smaller of the two was flat on his back clutching his family jewels. The other stood there in shock. He was backing away after he saw the rage in her eyes. She easily knocked the one on the floor out with a knee to his forehead and flew into the other. With a flat hand, she chopped at his carotid artery, causing him to sway a bit. A hammer fist into his sternum had him stagger back a few feet. Once he leaned forward, she kicked with all her might. He fell back and through the plate glass window that overlooked the well-manicured lawn. Her breathing wasn’t even affected. She stood, towering over the two idiots. She heard another set of footsteps and huffed. “Now what?” she asked sarcastically.

“It’s too dark. Honey, where are you?” Jenson called out. She met him in the hallway. Together, they cleared the rest of the house. Upon finding no further intruders, they collected the popstar from the garage and brought him in. Jenson stepped to the office to call the local authorities. Niall followed her to see the two thugs. “Why is he bleeding?” “Because he’s an idiot.” “I didn’t know that idiocy caused people to just start bleeding spontaneously.” “I think it’s a new phenomenon.” She was annoyed and it was blatantly obvious. “Will you tell me what’s wrong?” She just stared at him with anger prominent on her face. “Never mind. I’m gonna get cleaned up and brew some coffee. Want some?” “I guess”. She stood there waiting for the police to show up.

Hopefully, her contact at the local agency would help her identify the two male suspects. Maybe it was nothing more than two people breaking and entering, thinking they could get some valuables and make some quick money. Her instinct all but kicked her in the ass. These two had to be some special sons of bitches to get through her security. That or they had help. She had to beef up her security. She had to figure out what was wrong with Jameson. She had less time than she thought to prepare Niall for what was about to come. Almost screaming, she called out, “We can’t have another crisis- my schedule is already full.”

Notes

Sorry guys. Shorter than I want. But I'm on hour 14 or a 48 hour shift. It's been a day. Enjoy!!! That is if anyone is reading. lolololololol