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Sex, Guns and Words:TEN

“It’s a lovely day, isn’t it?” she asked.
Kate’s Cat Cafe has this relaxing atmosphere to it, patrons would casually drop by to get a daily dose of their coffee and this would be the place where they both would meet. The campus cafeteria was getting a bit too dry for their taste.
“So, why did you call me out?” she asked him.
He looks worried. Before he could answer her, he thought of the many possible options to answer her without making him look like a lunatic.
“Susan, you see. I have to go back to my hometown. My grandfather is sick and…”
“Hold up! You ask me to meet you here just to tell me this? It’s family, I can understand.” she said.
“I won’t be back for a week or so. Need to help around the house.” he added.
As the evening grew closer midnight, they left the cafe with Susan’s arms around his. Deep down he was not sure whether he would come back from this.
BOOM!
The sound of explosions destroying the walls. Sam and Jasmine manage to take out most of the threats before killing the last two with knives. Kwan came to after his predicament.
“Get the fuck up Kwan, we’re under attack!” said Roza.
More and more of Phracanth’s men enter the hall with guns blazing aiming at the agents. Jasmine takes cover at the side walls while requesting for extra magazines.
“I’m out!” she said.
Sam gives her another round of magazine while he too reloads his handgun. He realizes he is about to run out of ammunition.
“Jasmine, we’re not looking so good out here. I’m about to run dry.” he said.
Roza and Kwan cover the opposite direction of the hall. Jasmine takes out her knife and approaches forward slowly while Sam covers her. She encounters one of the threats and takes him out by slicing his throat with the knife. Bloodied, she throws the said knife when another threat shows up in front of her.
“Focus or you’ll die out there recruit! Focus!” said the instructor.
Sam focuses his aim at the target as Anthony watches from the monitor room along with the other superiors.
Jasmine and Roza too are in their focus mode as they take down the targets with much ease. Sam out of bullets, thought of another method of taking down the targets which is with his combat knife. He throws it and surprisingly most of it hits the targets.
The superiors are impressed by the team’s skills and critical thinking.
“Great job Anthony. We shall be seeing these agents out in the field soon, no?” asked one army general.
“Among the 20 recruits, these six proved to be very exceptional in terms of skills. Give them time and they’ll prove to be experts in their field.” answered Anthony.
The six tired from the exercise, takes a little breather with Sam looking at the glass monitor as he knows Anthony is looking from above.
Back in the present, Roza is shot on the shoulder, bleeding but not incapacitated yet.
“How many of these fuckers are there?” asked Kwan.
“Doesn’t really matter at this point. We need to retreat guys.” said Roza.
Jasmine is still busy killing the threats but moments after she goes towards Kwan and Roza’s location, she is shot. The bullet went through her vest and stomach.
“Fuck!” uttered Jasmine.
Sam notices this and goes to her location but before he could move an inch, he shot a few ghost rounds at the unknown assailant who is nowhere to be seen.
“Here take this.” Sam hands Jasmine a cloth to cover her wound.
In the heat of desperation, Sam comes up with a plan to make an escape. He notices the team was not far away from the emergency exit stairs and decides to head for it. He tells the others of this plan and creates a diversion by throwing a smoke grenade at the enemies.
“Run for it!” shouted Sam.
Kwan and Roza made a quick getaway with Jasmine being carried by Kwan. Sam too rushes but unfortunately, Vertine who killed two of Sam’s teammates shows up and shoots a single bullet aimed at Sam’s legs.
The bullet hits and Sam is immobilized.
“No! No! Run!” shouted Sam.
Kwan hesitates to help but he knows going in there would only be foolish of him and so all three of them left the building leaving on Sam behind.
Sam prepares his handgun for a final showdown but Vertine is an expert marksmen. He shoots the handgun away from a distance with ease.
“Don’t kill him just yet. I want him alive.” Vertine instructed his subordinates.
Sam crawls towards the emergency but one of the enemy knocks him out cold.

“Gotcha boy.” said Vertine.

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