ALL NOVEL One For The Money
Chapter 39 : One For The Money
3 Hours later, Malcolm stepped out of his armored SUV, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the Alley.
The ground was stained with blood and littered with the remnants of a brutal conflict. His henchmen, dressed in combat gear, fanned out on his command, scanning the area for any signs of life.
"Check every inch. I want to know if anyone survived," Malcolm ordered, his voice cold and authoritative.
His men nodded and began their search, weapons at the ready. Unbeknownst to them, two men in a sleek black car observed from a distance, their eyes following every move. Inside the car, A dark skinned man known as Beetle adjusted his earpiece, his expression serious.
"Yo, Hedgehog, you seeing what I'm seeing?" Beetle asked, his tone low and intense.
Hedgehog, the pale-haired, sickly-looking man, nodded, his accent thick. "Oui, Beetle. They are searching for something. Or someone."
Beetle sighed, shaking his head. "These guys are an Anonymous crew. We need to figure out what they're after and fast. Our mission to uncover the source of the red pills just got a whole lot messier."
The scene shifted to a government building, the emblem of OBRON displayed prominently. Inside, a high-ranking official, the Secretary of Homeland Security, approached a file clerk.
"I need the files on Mission Red," the Secretary demanded, his accent clipped and precise.
The clerk handed over a thick dossier. "Here you go, Mr. Secretary."
The Secretary opened the file, scanning through the documents. He paused at the profiles of two agents: SAC 7, Special Agent Class 7, known as Beetle and Hedgehog. Beetle, the agent with a reputation for his tenacity and combat skills. Hedgehog, the agent, known for his intelligence and precision.
Picking up the phone, the Secretary dialed a secure line. "Agent Beetle, Agent Hedgehog, this is the Secretary. Are you in position?"
Beetle's voice crackled over the line. "Yeah, we're here. Some boys are sniffing around the Bait. What's the new mission?"
The Secretary's tone grew even more serious. "You are to capture the leader of this drug operation alive. We need to interrogate him to uncover the entire network. No failures."
Beetle exchanged a look with Hedgehog, who nodded. "Understood, Mr. Secretary. We'll handle it."
They ended the call and refocused on Malcolm and his men.
In an unknown building, the hooded figure moved silently through the shadows, its bloody knives glinting in the dim light. Thugs, the same ones who had bought the red capsules from the bald man, lay dead around the room, their throats slashed, and faces mutilated.
The hooded figure picked up a sachet of red capsules, examining one closely before crushing it in its hand. "No shortcuts," it whispered, its voice a chilling echo in the empty room.
Suddenly, one of the thugs, thought to be dead, staggered to his feet, gun in hand. Before he could pull the trigger, the hooded figure moved with lightning speed, slicing the thug in half from top to bottom, the force of the blow cracking the floor beneath them.
Meanwhile, in a high-end restaurant, a stunning red-haired woman sipped her wine, her eyes fixed on the view outside. The ambiance was serene, a stark contrast to the violence unfolding elsewhere.
Back in the Bloody Alley, Malcolm's henchmen found no survivors. Frustration etched on his face, Malcolm spoke into his radio. "Report back. We're done here."
From their car, Beetle and Hedgehog watched intently. "Looks like they're pulling out," Beetle murmured.
Hedgehog leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "We follow them. And maybe they will lead us to the source."
As Malcolm's convoy left the alley, Beetle started the car, following at a safe distance. The hunt for the truth behind the red pills was far from over.
To be continued...