Constant Danger

                                    

                                          
Author's note.
Okay..this was totally unexpected of you all. I mean 500 reads!!?? I am really happy and elated by this. A very big and hearty thanks to you all for making my book reach this milestone. 
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"I told you all rascals to do one thing and you can't even do that!" I screamed. Nothing was in my control right now. I wanted her here, right now in front of me. But she was not here. Because of these, berks. "Ma'am, Seth took whole responsibility of her. We didn't know- 
                          
"What?! What was that remarkable thing you didn't know about? That Agent Frost can't kill two men?" I was beyond enraged. My insides were being burned with the flame of malevolence. 
                          
"A girl, who has been in and out of bomb blast sites, has been in-between mass shooting scenes and has erased the names of many mafia families, will not be able to kill. Is this what you thought? I gave those bastards 5million Euros! 5 million! Just for what?! 
                          
To kidnap a girl and bring her to me, safe and sound." My head was on the verge of bursting more and more, as I saw the faces of these idiots. "Ma'am we thought after injecting xanax, she won't be able to remain conscious for atleast 4-5 hours. But she, awoke within 2 hours and it caught us off guard." 
                          
Diego, one of my most faithful men stated calmly. "How much dose was given to her?" I asked feeling a little doubtful about it. "A quarter of the carton" he answered me meekly. 
" A quarter of the carton? I gave them a whole carton just for her and they used just a quarter of it? Were they going to make garlands by the rest of it?" 
"Miss if we would have given her more, she could have died. But you ordered us to capture her alive." 
                          
I was sitting on my chair but I swear right now, I just wanted to smash the heads of these idiots and sit on that pulp. "And this bloody magazine, 'Swan-see', how did they get a whiff of this incident when it happened not even a day before?!" My anger was spiraling out of control, but that didn't come as a surprise to me. 
                          
"Ma'am, that magazine is known to be in leading position in terms of criminal activities. When we went there, we came to know that, not one but two girls were kidnapped yesterday. And along with Seth and Gilbert, many others were also dead and some were severely injured. We couldn't inspect more, as police and media was already there." 
                          
I stood up from my seat and went towards Diego. Swinging my hand over his head, I grabbed his neck and made him look in my eyes. "And who is going to guarantee this that you all have successfully erased your trail? hmm? When you all can not even differentiate between a normal girl and Agent Frost, how can I believe that you all were smart enough, to take care of whatever contact evidence you had with Seth?" I asked in a sickly sweet voice. 
                          
"Ma'am, The only evidence of us being in contact was texts and phone calls. And all the cell phones were missing. Not even the police or the media could find find them." This peaked my interest. All the phones are missing and no one has any idea where they went? Avery. 
                          
"Listen lads, it's 03:30 in the afternoon right now. I want her here, before midnight strikes. And this time if something happens, you are going to be the one to pay the price. Is that clear?" I called to all of them and in response they nodded their heads and went off to their own works. 
                          
You destroyed me and my family, when you disappeared. You left nothing for us and in return I shall also destroy you in the worst way possible. Just wait and watch, how this time it will be you losing all your bets to me.
                          
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Avery.
                          
The night was giving me a blank look, as if mocking me for my state. I was mocking my self for that matter. My brain was striving to work, my body was slowly succumbing to it's urge of sleep, my pulse rate was normal yet I felt like I had just run a marathon. My hands were warm, like they had been out of a heater; contrary to the climate outside. I was not drunk, but my legs were wobbling as if they would churn out of their sockets. My stomach, had a spasming pain brewing in it's pit.
                          
All in short, my current state was that of a homeless woman with solid materialistic evidence of a crime. If anything was circumstantialy fine with me, than that was my vision. Literally. And that was going to help me. I dialed a number, hoping that the person on the other side, would pick up urgently. 
                          
ON THE PHONE.
                          
Avery: 'The Cross Keys'. 30 minutes from now. White floral dress. Open hair.
                          
I put an end to that conversation or rather the process of me giving information. I was definitely not in my best suit, but I needed to do this. After all, I don't have much time left before the confrontation. 
                          
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My palms were clammed with sweat as I made my way across towards the Cafe. I just hope that whatever it is, it better be quick. I can't deal with my past life drama anymore. 
                          
15 minutes later~~
                          


                          
Counting my steps and being more alert than I have ever been in my life, I round the corner of this street. I just hope my suspicions are correct. I think. Those phones did not have my pictures, but they did held many other important things which if I am successful in knowing, than may prove advantageous on my side.
                          
My stomach makes a sickening noise which inturn haults my movement. Oh lord, now what?! I prepare my mind for the worst. My whole body clenches inside and I want nothing more than to just sit and sleep right on the spot. Just one more turn, you can do it. It was not the most unique and best encouragement speech, but beggars can't be choosers. Slowly I reach the turn. Grabbing the wall I stop for 10 seconds. Breathe in. Breathe out. Repeat. It may be the nth time but, how much xanax did they stuffed inside me? 
                          
I couldn't help but ask myself that. I had just started to turn, when my foot clashes with a pebble. Bloody stone! I turn my head upwards when a handkerchief comes flying to my breathing organ. Not again. I try to fight the person but someone grabs my limbs from behind me. Don't breathe, it's chloroform. The truth was infact in front of me, but I couldn't help but give in. The said chemical was doing it's work properly plus it also had the point of my weak body.
                          
I could feel my senses getting dull, the chlorine powered smell making it's way in may nasal cavity, probably entering my lymph system. My head started to bust and jam like a freaking disco ball until my vision started to black out. Once again. In she span of 2 days. But if my assumptions are proved right, if it's really you, 
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"You are going to pay, you little wretched bitch."
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