Beep! Beep! Beep!
The sound of the alarm rang across the bedroom, startling her. A woman in her early twenties sat up grumpily, her brunette hair was messy, few tendrils fell to her shoulders, giving her a terrifying look—she blinked slowly, her eyes looked around her room with sleep its former companion still wandering in it, it bore the resemblance of frost, its icy essence sent cold shivers to those captive of its gaze. Rays of sunlight filtered the room, basking it's warm glow on it_ illuminating her olive skin.
She ran her hands down her face in exasperation, scratching her hair while groaning grumpily.
"Ugh! I hate mornings" she stated, her voice was parched due to lack of water_ she pulled the tiny strength within her and got up from her tiny heaven.
Grumpily making her way to the vanity in the room, she let out a groan at the ugly and terrible reflection of her in the mirror.
"I look terrible" She rubbed her face, the tiredness in her eyes was as visible as a clear day "I need to freshen up".
Moving towards the bathroom—she halted in her tracks, her eyes landed on the phone nestled on the bedside cupboard, picking it up she unlocked it.
"Twenty new messages!" she yelled, shock rippled through her as she quickly scrolled through her messages, reading them one at a time.
"Agent Ciara, we need you for back up" she read out loud.
There was a perplexed expression on her face_pondering on what it entailed.
"Back up! For what?" She scrolled to the last two messages she received and read it out loud.
"We were too late! Agent Beth is dead!" A gasp escaped from her lips, the phone fell from her hand and landed on the bed.
Her hands trembled as she ran it through her hair. The color in her face drained as fear slowly made its way within her, drawing her closer to its cold embrace.
Beth was the toughest agent in the CIA, she was her mentor and one of the best Agents she has ever known, how did she die?.
A lot of questions flooded through her mind, her eyes were wet with tears. Memories of Beth flashed back in her head, taking over her thoughts.
"Do you know why I love working alone?" Beth asked her on a faithful day.
"No ma'am! Why?" .
Beth smiled at her and clasped her hands behind her back, she stared heavenward—her gaze fixed on the slowly dancing clouds, "It is because, I don't want to be held back by people, I always love moving forward and having partners or teams_tend to pull someone back and I don't want that" She stated simply.
" Oh! That's deep ma'am " Ciara said, nodding her head, comprehending the words of her mentor.
Beth chuckled, her gaze rested on her loyal student.
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"I can be sentimental sometimes, I know that" She confessed.
Ciara shook her head in disagreement.
"I don't think so ma'am".
Beth waved her hands, dismissing her words " Oh please, you don't have to say that, Ciara".
"But I mean it, ma'am" She replied defiantly.
She patted her shoulder, ignoring her words, " Come on, Agent Ciara, I want to teach you a new move I learnt".
Her knees suddenly felt like jelly and she fell to the ground as hot tears trickled down her cheeks. Who could have killed her? Beth always goes on deadly missions but she never complained, heck! She loved them_ in her words, ‘They were challenges she can overcome!’.
‘What was she working on that led to her death?’ Ciara pondered deeply on the question.
A message popped on her screen and brought her back to reality. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, picked up the phone and read it out loud.
“Emergency meeting at 8 am!",
She swiftly got on her feet and headed straight to the bathroom for a quick shower.
Anger flowed through her, engulfing her in its flame. She was going to find out what or who killed her and show them the same fate they showed Beth.
* * * * *
In the warehouse where the horrible incident took place, a group of Agents surrounded it, they vetted the area, searching for clues that were left in the scene just before she died. Two men carried a body bag with Beth's massacred body in it, exiting the warehouse.
An Agent’s attention was drawn to a wall– he scanned it with a pair of dark glasses, their purpose was detecting heat signatures. They produced a beeping sound as he approached an unusual item attached to it, his brows furrowed as he slowly removed the glasses, spotting a tiny camera. Putting on gloves, he reached for it.
"Sir! I have found something" he said, pulling it from the wall, drawing the attention of his superior.
A man in his late forties approached him with a dominating aura. His black curly hair adorned the crown of his head with dark brown apathetic eyes which bore a hint of sorrow in them, his dark unique skin drew him apart from the rest. He was talking to another Agent as he drew closer to him, the Agent withdrew for him, attending to other matters in the warehouse.
His hands were clasped behind him as he approached the Agent with the camera.
"You called me, Agent Mike".
"Yes Sir! I found this!" He informed and handed the camera to him.
He took it, examining it closely.
"Agent Beth must have placed it there when she walked in," He stated.
"That sounds like something she would do!" He said, his gaze never left the camera "let's take it back to headquarters". He handed it back to him.
Mike took out a plastic bag, placing it in as evidence.
"Are we all done here?" The man in his forties asked the Agents.
"Yes Sir!" They replied in unison.
"Alright, let's go, we have work to do" he looked at his watch, it read seven thirty-five a.m "I have a meeting to attend".
He looked around and spotted two other Agents, he signaled them to draw closer.
"You two need to handle the cops and make sure word about this doesn't spread to the public, especially the media, understood? " he looked at the Agents sternly.
"Yes Sir!" They replied.
He dismissed them with a wave of his hand.
Looking around the warehouse, he sighed. This was bigger than he thought. Beth should have listened to him when he told her to wait for back up.
Shaking his head_ disappointed at the outcome, he left the warehouse.