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Unknown Place, Oakland. Time: 03:21 AM, 29 April 2012.
Amy stood in front of an old wooden door, breathing heavily and holding a gun in her hand. She was drenched in blood that trickled down her forehead and fingers. She ejected the magazine of the gun to check bullets. It was empty with just one bullet already loaded in front of the hammer.
Enough for one. She thought.
Amy scanned around. The room was full of unconscious guards. Mercilessly beaten until each bone in their body was broken.
Amy stepped back, took a deep breath and looked up at the door. She bit her lip and sprinted through the door and quickly aimed her gun at the man who stood in there shocked.
“Now!” he screamed.
A guard jumped down next to Amy and tried to grab her. She swiftly moved away and grabbed his arm, kicked him in abdomen and hit the back of his skull with the gun. The guard collapsed down on the floor. Amy gripped his wrist and pulled his arm. The guard screamed in pain when he felt the muscle tearing in his shoulder. Amy looked at the man who stared at her in horror. Finally, she twisted the guards arm clockwise like a lever. A loud noise of cracking bones silenced the guard’s scream.
“Omar Al Din. I’m going to show you your worst nightmare.” She said wiping the blood off her forehead.
11 hours ago. Stone Residence, Oakland.
Amy hasn’t talked to her mother for a long time. NSSA faked Amy’s death 11 years ago to keep her mother out of danger. She decided to check up on her by herself, so she tracked down the address and rode her bike to the destination.
Amy knocked on the door and waited. A middle-aged woman opened the door and smiled.
“How can I help you dear?” she asked.
Amy was about to say something but paused and looked at her mother’s face.
“Dear? Are you okay?” the lady asked.
“Uh, Yeah. You’re Mrs. Stone, right?” Amy said shaking off all the emotions.
“Yes, I’m Katherine Stone.”
“I’m–” Amy stopped.
“You don’t look okay, dear. Do you want to come in?” Katherine said.
“Oh no, I’m sorry, I think this is the wrong house.” Amy said and walked away leaving Katherine confused.
Katherine closed the door and placed the knife she was holding behind her back on the table. She picked up her phone and dialled 911 but didn’t press the call button. She kept wondering about the girl she just saw. The face resembled to someone close to her. But, it wasn’t the girl she was concerned about. It was the unknown men who kept roaming around the house for past two days. She turned off her phone and went back to her room.
She closed all the curtains and opened her wardrobe and took out a phone gifted by her friend Gavin, whom she met in a support group. It was a special cell phone according to Gavin. If she ever wanted to contact him, she can only use that specifically programmed phone. Katherine didn’t give it much of a thought and hit the call button on her phone. After a short interval of dial tone, she heard his familiar voice.
“Hello, Katherine.” Gavin said on the other side of line.
“Gavin, I am a bit afraid. These men I told you about, they aren’t going away. I have noticed them following me everywhere for past two days. I think I should call the cops now.”
“Katherine, don’t call them just yet. They could be smart. Just stay put and if they do something even slightly suspicious, give me a call.” Gavin said.
“A girl came today. She was average in height, fair and had semi-bobcut hair. She didn’t say anything and went away.”
“Oh God! Kate, are any of those men out there?” Gavin asked.
“Let me check”, Katherine looked through curtains,”No, they’re not here anymore.”
“Crap.” Gavin cursed.
“What is it? Does that girl has anything to do with this?” Katherine asked.
“Yeah, I think. Listen, Kate, don’t open the doors unless it’s me. Alright? Don’t let anyone in. I’ll be there in few hours.” Gavin said.
Gavin hung up. He sounded really anxious.
NSSA Secret HQ, NYC.
“Guess, who gave a little visit to her mom?” John said.
“Amy?” his assistant Evelyn guessed.
“Yeah. Not just that, she even attracted Elias’s men and placed her mother right in the middle of fucking stirred hornet’s nest!” John screamed.
“Wait, were you just talking to her mother? Like just now? On that prototype phone?”
“You know, our engineering guy, William was searching for those phones for a week?”
Evelyn sighed in disappointment and left the room. John slid the phone back into his pocket and prepared to reach Katherine’s home.
Stone Residence, Oakland. 8 hours ago.
Katherine was distressed. She couldn’t stop thinking about the girl who visited her few hours ago. She tried to keep her blood pressure in check which was already rising.
Someone knocked on the door. Katherine almost flipped herself. She quickly checked the live footage streamed by security camera. There were two men standing by the door.
“Who is this?” Katherine asked through the mic.
“We’re cops, mam.”
“I didn’t call any cops.” Katherine said.
“Yeah, we have noticed some unusual activity near your residence and we want to enquire about it.” One of the men said.
“You’re not in uniforms.” Katherine pointed out.
“We’re undercover.” they replied.
“Show me your IDs.” Katherine demanded.
“We’re sorry, but we can’t carry our IDs when we’re undercover.” the man said.
“I can’t let you in unless you show me some identification.” Katherine said.
“Well, then we have to come in forcefully.” The man said and took out his silenced gun.
“Oh my god.” Katherine panicked.
The man aimed his gun at the lock and pulled the trigger. Katherine rushed to the table and grabbed the knife. The men barged in aiming their gun at Katherine.
“Drop the knife!” the man commanded.
Katherine was terrified. She dropped the knife and raised her hands.
“Shoaib, Usse kursi pe baandho, jaldi.” He commanded his partner in urdu.
Shoaib grabbed Katherine and tied her legs and wrists to the chair.
“Don’t scream or move! I’ll put this fucking bullet in you and your daughter’s head!” The man said.
“My daughter? She’s dead!”
“She is alive and you talked to her few hours ago. Don’t fool us!”
“She was my daughter?!”
The man slapped her.
“Don’t play dumb. You won’t be able to save h–.”
There was a noise from the bedroom.
“Shoaib, go check the room.” the man signalled his partner.
Shoaib walked towards the door and kept his gun ready. He turned the knob and pushed the door.
“Kamra khaali hai.” Shoaib signalled him that the room is empty.
“Theek se dekh.” the man commanded to look properly.
After few minutes Shoaib turned around to get out of the room when suddenly he heard chains rattling right above him.
Shoaib looked up and saw Amy on roof.
“Don’t scream.” Amy whispered and lanced out the chain that wrapped itself around Shoaib’s neck. Amy pulled the chain backwards with force sending shoaib rolling in mid-air. He landed on the floor unconscious with his collarbone fractured.
The man heard the disturbance and took out his talkie to call other men.
“Tell Omar, she’s here.” The man said on his bluetooth headset and moved towards bedroom.
He saw Shoaib lying half dead on the floor. He lowered the gun and dropped it on floor.
“I’m unarmed. Please come before me.”
“Thanks. But I’m not a friendly person.” Amy said and pulled his leg with the chain.
He slipped and was about to fall. Amy jumped out of the wardrobe and punched him in the spine with an enormous amount of force. He screamed in pain when the bones cracked.
She dropped the chain and walked towards the living room. As soon as she opened the door four men pointed their guns at her.
“Nice show you put up there. Now no more playing. Come, sit with your mother.” A man, partially bald and fair complexion instructed Amy.
Amy raised her hands and walked out silently. Two men grabbed her and tied her to the chair placed in front of her mother.
“Family Reunion! Oh, no wait. Where’s Daddy?” The man laughed.
“Who are you?” Amy asked impatiently.
“Omar. Omar Al Din. I’m one of those men who planned to blow the World Trade Centre. You remember that spectacular day? Apparently, Al Qaeda wasn’t only one behind it.” Omar said.
“You can throw all that nonsense and expect me to believe it?” Amy continued,”Seems like some men go mad when their end is near.”
Omar turned around and laughed hysterically.
“What did you say? My end is near? Right now it’s me who has gun, not you!” Omar said looking into Amy’s eyes.
“Shut your garbage! You’re just a pawn of some dusty old rag who terrorizes people for their ridiculous motives. You’re a coward. FACE IT!”
Omar was agitated. He picked up the gun and held it on Amy’s face.
“Come on! Do it you filthy worm!” Amy antagonized him.
“No, please! Amy!” Katherine interrupted.
Omar backed off. “Talk to your mother for one last time. Who knows, maybe you won’t be able talk to her again after today because YOUR END is near.”
“I don’t need your approval to talk with her.”
“Amy, please! Stop antagonizing him. I’ve seen you after 10 years! If not today I would have died without knowing that you’re ali–”
Omar shot Katherine in forehead. Amy froze. Each and every part of her body refused to move itself. This felt worse than what she felt 12 years ago when she heard about her father’s death in Afghanistan War.
“At least she died knowing you’re alive.” Omar laughed.
Amy closed her eyes and tried to focus. Her body started trembling with rage. All she could see was her mother getting shot in head. Suddenly, the cellphone in Katherine’s pocket beeped. Omar took it out.
“Encrypted Calls. Who is it? I think you know where this is coming from.” Omar asked Amy.
“GO. TO. HELL” Amy said staring at Omar like a agitated animal.
“Alright, I’m not picking this up. I’m sure this is either NSA or CIA.”
“Are you afraid, they’ll know about the location?”
“They already know the location and that’s why we’re moving. Come on boys, take her to the boss. He has lots of questions.” Omar ordered his men.
Unknown warehouse. 1 hour ago.
Amy was on anaesthetics which were wearing off.
“I think she’s waking up.” she heard a guard saying.
“Alright, keep your eyes on her. She should not escape from here.” another guard instructed him.
Amy gained some consciousness and scanned around and found just one guard in room who was unarmed. Her hands were tied behind her back on a pole. She looked at the guard and tapped her wrist band on the pole triggering the micro noisemaker in the band.
“Piche kya chupa rahi hai? What are you hiding?” the guard asked sternly.
“Come and see?”
The guard took out his knife and approached her. As soon as he came close, she tapped her shoes which unveiled a sharp lining around the soles and kicked him in groin. The guard collapsed down in immense pain and slow bleeding from the cut right between his legs.
“Thanks for not screaming.” Amy kicked his face knocking him unconscious.
The knife was dropped right next to her feet. She lowered down and moved across the pole to grab the knife. She picked it up and freed her hands.
Time to find Omar.
Amy moved to the window and scanned for the guards outside. There were four of them carrying guns and constantly moving around. She noticed a kill switch on the generator in the corner of the room which was near to her. She jumped out of window silently and moved towards the generator. A guard was coming closer. She quickly took a cover behind the adjacent pillar and as the guard got close she grabbed him, pinned him down and jabbed her finger behind his collarbone forcing it inwards. The guard paralyzed within seconds.
She approached the generator and pressed the switch and killed the electricity of the warehouse. The guards panicked with sudden blackout. Amy walked behind a nearing guard and wrapped her arm around his neck applying pressure on the artery rendering him paralyzed. Another guard was leaning against the pillar and was trying to adjust his eyes. Amy crouched towards him from behind and grabbed his throat and squeezed it while pressing upwards. The guard started shaking and soon his body was unresponsive. She dropped him down and picked up his gun.
A guard took out his torch and started scanning around. Amy cleverly dodged his flashlight but he saw the unconscious guard. He quickly glanced around to find Amy.
“I’m behind you.” Amy whispered.
He turned around in panic and received a strong punch in the sternum. The punch was single knuckle punch. It broke his sternum and punctured one of his lungs. He collapsed down struggling to stay conscious but eventually his body stopped responding his brain.
There was just one guard left and he was peeing in a corner with gun laying aside. Amy took out her knife and held it at his throat.
“Omar. Where?” Amy asked.
“I can’t tell you that and I definitely won’t!” the guard said.
Amy stabbed the knife in his shoulder. The guard screamed in pain.
“One last time. Where is he?”
“I-I don’t kn-now the correct addres-ss, bbut he is stacking up his men for an operation near abandoned rail yard near 16th street!” The guard said.
“Thanks.” Amy said knocking him down.
Stone Residence, Oakland.
John arrived there with a team of NSSA guards and broke into the house. When John got inside he only saw Katherine dead on her chair.
“Merda!” John cursed.
Abandoned rail yard near 16th street, 20 minutes ago.
Amy scanned around and scoped the whole place.
Each and every one of you will never walk in your life. She thought.
There were two guards near the rails. She crouched towards them and slammed one of the guard’s skull on the pole and taking advantage of the surprised guard’s panicked situation she punched his nose and kicked on his knee cap in opposite direction. The guard screamed when the joint disengaged. She punched him behind his skull, knocking him unconscious.
She advanced towards the control room where they stacked up weapon crates and caches. There were two guards out of which one was doing something on the laptop. She took cover behind the crate and allowed the guard to come close to her. As soon as he got close she gave him an uppercut and shot his both knees with her silenced gun. The guard on laptop panicked and tried to reach the gun. Amy shot his knee cap and slammed his forehead on the table.
One of the guard from neighbouring room spotted Amy and started shooting at her. The bullet grazed her hand and dropped the gun. She threw her knife at him which pierced through his thigh. The guard fell down and Amy silenced him by breaking his fibula.
She moved to next room and crept behind the lonely guard. She kicked his ankle and when he tripped backwards, she wrapped her arm around his neck and punched him right on the curve of spine. The enormous pain muted his scream within seconds.
The guard in neighboring room heard a noise from Amy’s wristband. He opened the door and walked in. Amy head butted him and hit hard below love handle breaking his pelvis. Amy’s forehead started to bleed due to headbutt wound.
5 Minutes ago
Amy stood in front of the door. All the guards neutralized. Not dead but paralyzed or handicapped forever. She just had one thing left to do. ENDING OMAR.
“Omar Al Din. I’m going to show you your worst nightmare.” Amy said wiping the blood off her forehead.
Omar ran towards the steel rod to grab it. Amy sprinted towards him and slammed her gun on his face multiple times. She pushed him on the table and kept punching him like a rage filled gnashing monster. Omar struggled to escape her hold. She grabbed him by his neck and bashed him down on floor. He screamed in agony when the curve of his spine almost inverted. Amy kicked him on the chest breaking multiple rib bones.
Omar screamed in pain. She stared at his agony filled face. Her eyes all red filled with rage and pumped blood vessels. She placed the barrel on his forehead.
Omar gasped for breath and then smiled.
“Yeah, go on. Kill me! But that’s not going to bring you mother back.”
“SHUT UP!” Amy punched his face.
“You failed to save your mother. You just sat there looking at me putting the bullet in your mother’s head.”
Amy hit his swollen face again.
“The great America is next and all you will be able to do is sit and watch.” Omar laughed.
Amy was antagonized. She was breathing faster than normal. She placed her finger on the trigger.
“Do it.” Omar said smiling.
John barged in with NSSA guards. They were aiming their guns at Amy.
“Amy, don’t kill him. He’s doing that on purpose.” John tried to calm her down.
Amy took a deep breath and threw her gun away to stop herself from killing him and violate her no kill rule.
“No, KILL ME!” Omar tried to grab the gun.
Amy slammed his head and stood up. Omar noticed the knife in Amy’s shoe and grabbed it.
“NO! STOP!” John signalled Amy.
It was too late. Omar slit his throat. Amy shook her head and departed the room.
TO BE CONTINUED…