Nico’s POV
In a dim lit room, Mr. Malevolence assembled us four to address us. This time, I faced Mr. Malevolence with courage, I didn’t cower in fear or stutter in terror, he seemed to be impressed.
“I see Agent VV’s doing a great job with you. You’re finally settling in.” He said to me.
“Yes Mr. Malevolence.”
“Good,” he said. He faced everyone’s attention to a big screen in front of us. The screen displayed a picture of a very well known prominent billionaire, Mr. Johansson. “We all see that fat fuck displayed on that screen, don’t we?” Mr. Malevolence asked. “Now, that man is a billionaire. He owes me a debt too steep to ignore.”
“If you want him dead just say the word and he is,” Imani threatened.
“I admire your determination to seeing those against me die, but that man on that screen isn’t just going to die. He’s going to be ripped into pieces, torn apart, limb by limb until he is no more.” Mr, Malevolence said sinisterly.
Everything he said sent chills down my spine. He continued, “Tommorow night, he celebrates his Golden Jubilee. That is the night we strike!”
“Sir that event’s gonna be covered live, it’s gonna be difficult to pull whatever plan you have off without getting caught.” Isabella commented.
“That’s why we have you, isn’t it. Our tech girl and doctor,” Mr. Malevolence retorted.
Isabella swallowed hard at Mr. Malevolence. With a wicked grin, Mr. Malevolence laid out the details of our mission. "Our objective," he hissed, "is to infiltrate Mr. Johansson's extravagant birthday party and deliver a gift that will teach him a lesson my debtors or oppositions won't forget. A gift that under no circumstances should be examined by anyone. Just deliver the gift and get back unnoticed."
Work had began and immediately, Agent VV began to strategize. “First, Isabella, you'll need to hack into the invite system and add you and Nico to the guest list. Like Mr. Malevolence said, we must attend this soirée unnoticed.”
“Just breeze in and breeze out,” Imani added.
Isabella nodded, her fingers poised over her laptop's keyboard. With unmatched skill, she infiltrated the exclusive guest list, ensuring their names would appear alongside other dignitaries.
“About the live coverage of the event, there should be a way to prevent it. Isabella you gotta think deeper now.” Agent VV said.
“I don’t know if it’s gonna work but I’ll try.” Isabella hopefully said.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked her.
“Our success depends on my ability to manipulate the digital world. I have to study the facility's security systems and create a plan to prevent the live TV feed from getting any footage of us all in less than 48 hours.”
“We’ll think about our way around that later, for now, we continue with our planning.” VV cut in. She continued, her voice a low calculated murmur, "Mr. Johansson's Golden Jubilee celebration will be a tightly secured event, with access granted to only the world's elite all, strictly by invite. Therefore, Nico and Isabella, you both would be dressed in the finest of fabrics and there would be need for you both to have a bodyguard. That’s where Imani comes in, just by looking at her you know she’s not one to be fucked with. She’ll bear the gift that you two will present to Mr. Johansson.”
“Just to be sure I’ll be in a fine tailored suit as well too right?” Imani asked.
“Yeah you would.” VV assured. She continued, “When you guys are in, I’ll be at the top of the building opposite the famous Residential hall where the party would be held. I’ll be on the look out and communicate to you guys incoming activities and movements.”
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“What’s our mode of escape?” I asked.
“A helicopter would be up and running in the air waiting for us. Word from Mr. Malevolence, the gift has a timer.”
“A timer, what gift has a timer?” I asked confusedly.
VV and the rest all stared at themselves and chose to keep mute for a while. VV exhaled sharply and then said, “He didn’t say.”
I felt a surge of adrenaline mixed with trepidation, “Oh my God,” VV then ended the meeting plan by saying, “We’ve gotta rest up, it’s a big day for us tommorow night.”
12:00am ***
I was to tensed to sleep, in less than 18 hours I was gonna be involved in a mission that could end me. I came out of my bedroom and I wandered about the hallways, approaching further, I met Isabella’s suite partially opened. She wasn’t asleep either, her laptop screen lit up with a flurry of code. I knocked on her door and she aggressively asked me to go away.
“Can I talk to you?” I asked her even after she told me to leave.
“Jesus Christ Nico, what is it?”Frustrated, she asked. I walked in and I asked her how she felt during her first ever mission with Mr. Malevolence. She sighed deeply and then she said, “It’s scary I know, but you gotta face it like a fucking man.”
“I can’t sleep.” I confessed.
“I can’t either, still looking for a way to prevent live Tv from getting real footage of us.”
“Is that even possible?” I chuckled in between.
“Oh it is possible but it’s difficult. And, talking to you isn’t increasing my chances of finding an answer immediately.”
“I’m sorry. Okay let’s think about it, we don’t want live Tv to get any footage of us doing our business during the event right? What if, we hire our own channel to cover the live event and get his own footage to be aired. Is that possible?” I asked.
“Shit,” Isabella said like she just got an idea. “I just got an idea, I’m gonna intercept the video signals, replacing the real-time footage with prerecorded scenes of that event from our own fake channel.”
“Okay so to the viewers watching the broadcast it’ll appear as though nothing unusual was happening during the ceremony.” I said.
“Horray, you’re smart.” Isabella sarcastically praised me.
“You didn’t thank me for the idea.” I teased.
“I polished it,” she whispered. “I’m gonna send this idea to Mr. Malevolence so he could make arrangements. Good night Nico, and thank you.”
“Good night Isabella.” I said to her as I left.
Finally, I eventually shut my eyes closed but it wasn’t for long as the alarm sound starting banging shortly after. “Fuck my life.” I sighed.
Agent VV called for a meeting, “Today’s the day.” She said to all of us. With our roles clarified and the plan set, we spent hours meticulously going over every detail, anticipating various scenarios and rehearsing our responses. The room was filled with tension and resolve, as the weight of our mission hung heavily in the air.
6:00pm*****
VV was always on her earphones communicating, “Ready the helicopter, destination Residential hall.”
We got into the helicopter when it arrived all in our suites that with one tap of a button switched to the roles we were to play at Mr. Johansson’s party. Damn, Isabella good! While seated in the helicopter VV asked me, “Are you nervous?”
“Feeling a bit trepid,” I replied.
“We all are,” Isabella chimed in.
Residential Hall, 7:00pm***
“Honorable Mr and Mrs. Floyd, welcome.” Said the hefty bouncer reading the guest list from his iPad. Soon, it got to me and Isabella’s turn. Isabella looked gracious and gorgeous as ever with her red crimson dress which flowed to the ground and her hair packed sleek to a downward bun. I wore a fine tailored suit and did my hair to the side, looking professional while Imani just wore a suit, she’d scare anyone off just by looking at her.
“Pardon me, but I don’t recognize you.” The bouncer said to us.
Immediately, Isabella got into character and gasped, “How dare you talk to me and beloved husband in such a demeaning manner.”
“I’m sorry Mrs, I didn’t mean to offend you.” He apologized. Scanning through his pad, he found our names with our profile picture attached by the side, “Honorable Mr and Mrs Flavin?”
“That will be us, thank you very much.” Isabella said as she took me by the arms and walked through the doors, “She’s our bodyguard,” she said to the bouncer so Imani could tag along with us as well. The mansion glittered with guests bedecked in opulent attire, all unaware of the dangerous game afoot.
“Let the game begin,” Agent VV who laid flat on the rooftop of a building with a sniper pointed directly at the Residential hall and some binoculars in hand communicated to us through earpieces. Beside them, an array of high-tech gadgets lay spread out, courtesy of our tech-savvy; Isabella.