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Sex, Guns and Words: NINE

Sam, Jasmine, Kwan, Farok, Roza and Kim are being briefed by the higher-ups along with the local police force. After the briefing, the six of them head down straight to the changing room which is also beside the armory.
“Glad you could make it.” said Roza.
Jasmine smacks Sam’s backside with a towel, “Hey there handsome. Still fucking around?”
“It’s nice to see you’re still beautiful as ever Jas.”
The tension in the room builds up as Kim who is the most silent of them all flinches a little indicating her uneasiness. Roza reassures her that it will go smoothly just like their previous job.
“We can do this Kimmy. I trust you. No, let me rephrase that. I trust all of us.” said Roza as he and Sam share a cold but mutual look.
The team prepare themselves by wearing their standard issued body armors and weapons. Kwan acting as the muscle of the team is the biggest of them all but it is Jasmine who outshines everyone in terms of field task. Her hand-to-hand combat is something to be feared of. Second-in-command is none other than Roza, who acts as the brain of the team. Farok and Kim are the sharpshooters of the team; their communication skills however still needs sharpening.
Their supervisor, Mr. White enters the changing and is happy with the team’s morale. Especially the presence of Sam.
“Glad you could make it son. You’re doing your country proud.”
“Fuck off White. Don’t sweet talk me. I know your game.” he said.
With that statement alone, White attempts to slap him but Sam manages to block the slap with this arm. He intends to counter back with a punch but pauses, knowing it would only be stupid of him to do so.
“I like that fire in you boy.” said White.
He goes closer to Sam.
“Keep it up, you might just die like your friends.” White whispered into Sam’s ears.
Jasmine ease the atmosphere by telling the boys to ‘Enough already with this male ego’.
“Good luck agents on your mission.” said White as he leaves the room.
In the operations truck, before they were dispatch for their mission, the IT-guy, Dinero briefed the team one more time on their mission.
“Your mission is to infiltrate the building and capture... I repeat capture and apprehend Luna. There is not to be a scratch on her skin at all. Understand me gents and ladies?” said Dinero.
“Let me get this straight. You want us to capture this bitch? That’s it? You could have just asked the locals to do it.” said Sam.
“Well my dear friend, if you were paying attention in the briefing room earlier, you would have understand that the local authorities are going to capture Luna’s father, Phracanth.” replied Dinero.
Sam suspicious of the entire situation asked another question, “Why do we get the easy job?”
“Don’t ask me mate, it’s orders from above and it’s above your paycheck to ask these questions. Aren’t you all trained to kill and capture without asking any questions?”
Sam was about to kick the soul of out of Dinero for thinking they were nothing but dogs taking orders from their masters but Jasmine stopped him.
“Babe, relax will you. He’s being nice. I suggest you be nice or you want me to stab you with a knife again like last time.”
Sam’s expression went from angry to afraid in mere seconds after hearing Jasmine’s words.
Shortly after, the operations truck dropped the six about 400 meters away from the building.where Luna is supposedly in. The team uses the 3-2 formation where each member will be partnered up with another. One in front and one at the back holding their partner’s shoulder. They move in quickly but silently.
They enter through an alleyway which is a perfect fit for the team’s choice of formation. Like any good leader, Jasmine lead the way and orders her team to switch on their night vision goggles.
“Shit this place is too damn dark.” said Farok.
“That’s what the goggles are for moron.” said Kim.
They move in closer and spot a few armed men stationed outside of the building. Sam and Roza sneakily take down the two guards from the sides while Kim dispatch most of the guards on the second floor with her rifle.
“Silent as ever that little mynx” said Farok.
Farok and Kim enter the rear side of the building while the rest enter through the front entrance. They expected a little more fight coming from a drug kingpin’s daughter. Security should have been tighter but it was smooth sailing after they dispatched the initial guards posted outside.
Farok places a thin metal disc on the door before entering which he then proceeds by checking for any sign of threats from the opposite room with his multipurpose watch on his left wrist.
“It’s clear.” said Farok.
Kim nods indicating it is about to ‘go down’. Farok is please with her reaction and kicks the door open. They slowly make their way up to the top floor where they will rendezvous with the others.
The other four too make their way up the building with their guns ready to fire any incoming threats. Moments after Farok and Kim radio in to report, the wall beside Kwan explodes knocking him back; as a result, Kwan is unconscious. It is soon followed by a barrage of gunshots. Roza drags the unconscious Kwan to a safe distance with cover while Sam and Jasmine return fire.
Farok and Kim hears the explosion and gunshots but they are occupied as Phracanth’s men open fire at the both of them.
“Fuck. We’re so fuck.” said Farok.
Farok steps away from the cover to shoot at one of the threats but he is shot on the head by a marksman.
“Is everything okay on your side Kim?” asked Roza while he taking heavy fire from the opposite side.
“Farok? Kim? Are you both there?” ask Roza again.
The marksmen who shot Farok picks up his earpiece, “They’re here.”
“Who is this?” asked Roza.
“Vertine and if I were you, I should make a run for it.” replied Vertine as he double taps Kim.
Sam and Jasmine are having a hard time with Phracanth’s men.
Desperation.
Panic.
Fear.
“Fuck this. Let’s do this Jasmine.”
“Finally.”
Confidence.
Instinct.

Bravery.

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