Anovel of agent green chapter 6 By Summer's spark
I appreciate it."
The lady nodded and turned to leave, closing the door behind her.
Betty sighed softly, feeling the weight of her exhaustion finally catch up with her. She fell onto the mini-bed, her body sinking into the soft mattress.
She shut her eyes, letting out a deep breath. The room was quiet, the only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioning.
She felt her muscles slowly relaxing, her mind finally at ease.
For the first time in hours, she felt safe.
She knew that she was among allies, people who shared her goal of taking down SYNE BRANDON.
She felt a sense of belonging, of being part of something bigger than herself.
As she lay there and her thoughts slowly turned to the mission ahead.
She knew that it wouldn't be that easy, Syne Brandon was a ruthless and cunning opponent.
But she's ready, she's born ready. She had a plan, and she's determined to see it through.
With a sense of resolve, Betty drifted off to sleep, her body and mind finally at rest.
The room was dark and quiet, the only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioner.
But her mind was already racing ahead, planning and strategizing for the battle to come.
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NEXT MORNING-MEXICO*
SYNE'S PRIVATE AIRPORT _ 11AM.
The next morning dawn with a beautiful sun glow, cast over Syne's private airport.
A sleek, decor Created just for him, suddenly a black private jet dropped down on the runway of Syne Brandon's private airport, sending up a puff of smoke as the tires screeched against the asphalt.
The plane taxied to a stop in front of a sleek, modern hangar, where a team of ground crew were waiting to attend to the aircraft.
Soon the doors of the plane were pushed open and a towering figure emerged, his presence commanding attention.
He has an aura of a Greek god - powerful, confident, and intimidating. He exuded an air of superiority, as if he's just above the mortal realm.
He's clad in a bespoke black suit that hugged his physique perfectly, accentuating his wide broad shoulders and chiseled chest.
The suit must be made of the finest Italian wool, with subtle texture and pattern that caught the light just so.
The sleeves were tailored to perfection, showcasing his toned arms and elegant hands.
A crisp white shirt peeked out from beneath the suit jacket, complemented by a slim black tie that added a touch of sophistication to his overall look.
His shoes were polished black leather oxfords, with cufflinks.
His features were chiseled and sharp, with high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and piercing blue-dark eyes which seemed to bore into those he met.
His dark hair was styled perfectly to the back with not a single strand out of place.
Right beside him is his best man, his personal assistant-Metro.
Metro has the exact aura he was exceeding but seems a bit calmer but rough.
Metro has been working for him for ages, he's a man who's inspired by loyalty, a man who shows respect. Metro is proud to be by his side,
Behind them were only two hefty bodyguards with heavy guns and dark shades, they strode out of the airline walking towards five cars; four Lexus and one white roll Royce with heavy tires.
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As they made their way towards the awaiting cars, a sudden loud gunshot tore through the air.
Time seemed to slow down as a petite figure darted into Syne's front, covering him with her body.
And Swiftly, The bullet struck her with a sickening thud, and she fell backwards, her eyes wide with shock.
Syne's expression remained calm, his eyes fixed on the fallen figure.
Till she hit the floor, He didn't flinch, didn't react, as if he was expecting something like this to happen.
Instead, he mouthed a single phrase:
"Find the shooter and bring me his head."
Metro slowly crouched beside the fallen figure and gazed up at his boss.
"Pick her up, don't you know she needs medical treatment?" Syne mouthed, his voice low and commanding.
The petty figure was clad in an aircraft attendant uniform, she was already bleeding profusely when Metro gently lifted her up, cradling her in his arms.
Syne's eyes flicked towards the cars, and with a nod, the bodyguards sprang into action, surrounding him like a wall of muscle and steel.
The scene erupted into chaos as the bodyguards scanned the surrounding area, searching for any sign of the shooter.
Syne's eyes remained fixed on the fallen woman, a hint of curiosity flickering in his gaze.
Who's she?
Why did she sacrifice herself to save him?
And who's behind this silly assassination attempt?
The questions swirled in his mind as he watched Metro carry the woman towards the awaiting cars.
It seems like he now has a running rat, ohhh!!! How He loves burning rats And he would stop at nothing to find his little running.
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Pedro could be spotted not too far away from the airport, he had taken off immediately he shot the bullet, he sure hopes she knows what she's doing.
Getting into the Lions den is like playing with the dragons tail, one might get burnt.
He pulled out a walkie-talkie from his pocket,
" come in!! Dave. she's in, let's get moving. He won't take her to the hospital, he always keeps his businesses private."
Maybe she'll get the job done before they arrive, but she's shot!! How will she possibly persecute the plan, when she is shot.
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*SYNE'S PRIVATE ESTATE*
five cars drove breezily into a magnificent estate; four Lexus and one white Roll Royce, the majestic gates swung open, revealing a sprawling compound that epitomized luxury and power.
The gates themselves were imposing, with sleek white metal bars that gleamed in the sunlight, adorned with intricate designs that added a touch of elegance.
As the cars drove through the gates, they found themselves on a winding driveway that snaked its way through a beautifully manicured lawn.
The lawn was a vibrant green, but every other aspect of the estate was a brilliant white, from the paved driveway to the ornate fountains and statues that dotted the landscape.
The driveway eventually led to a massive white marble fountain, with water cascading down its sides in a mesmerizing display.
The fountain was surrounded by a circular driveway, with the five cars pulling up to the entrance of the estate's main building.
The building itself was a masterpiece of modern architecture, with sleek white lines and curves that seemed to defy gravity.
The exterior walls were made of white marble, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered breathtaking views of the surrounding landscape.
As the cars came to a stop, the doors swung open, and Syne Brandon stepped out, his eyes fixed on the woman in Metro's arms.
He nodded curtly, and Metro followed him into the building, with the bodyguards bringing up the rear.
The interior of the building was just as impressive as the exterior, with white marble floors and walls that seemed to glow with an otherworldly light.
The air was filled with the sweet scent of flowers, and the sound of soft music drifted through the halls.
Syne led the way to a private elevator, which took them to the top floor of the building.
The elevator doors opened onto a luxurious penthouse suite, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a stunning view of the city.
The suite was decorated in shades of white, from the plush carpet to the elegant furniture. Syne nodded to Metro, who gently laid the woman on a white leather sofa.
Syne's eyes narrowed as he gazed at the woman, his mind racing with more questions.
Why does she look a bit familiar?
Why did she sacrifice herself to save him?
He turned to Metro, his voice low and commanding.
"Get the doctor up here, now. I want to know who she is and why she did what she did."
Metro nodded and quickly exited the room, leaving Syne alone with the mysterious woman.
Syne's eyes remained fixed on her, his gaze burning with intensity.
He turned towards a mini-bar by the lounge and filled himself with a glass, and then mysteriously filled another glass.
Immediately he turned back to the woman, she was already on her feet with a sniper in hand.
He released a dark but low chuckle, he just knew it!!
He made his way towards a single couch and dropped on it crossing his legs with his dark orbs intensely dancing on her.
She still had the gun pointed straight at him but her hands were trembling!!! F*ck it!! his eyes are d*mn scary.
" Aren't you gonna pull the trigger??" He questioned, brows knitted and the most scariest smirk playing on his lips.
The pistol in her hands almost slipped off but she gripped it tightly, the clothes she had on were already dripping of her blood.......
SHIT!!!!!