As I stared at the figure in the distance, I felt a chill run down my spine. The chainsaw lady was tall and imposing, her long hair blowing in the wind.

"Harker! Try to avoid her!" I yelled since he was driving.

The car swerved left and right as Harker frantically tried to avoid her.

This was crazy. A crazy old lady in the middle of the road was pursuing us with a chainsaw.

What the hell was going on?

The car came to a screeching stop, and the back door opened. "We'll have to shoot her before she gets to us," he commented.

Harker quickly grabbed his pistol from the glove compartment and aimed it at the chainsaw lady. As she charged towards us, Harker fired a shot and missed.

"Ugh, crap!" he cursed as he took aim again. The chainsaw lady was getting closer and closer, her eyes locked onto us. Harker fired another shot, but this time, the bullet hit her arm.

The screen was grotesque; watching someone's arm fall off their body was disgusting.

The chainsaw lady stumbled and fell to the ground, her body writhing in pain. Harker quickly got out of the car and approached her, his gun still at the ready.

"Identify yourself! Otherwise we reserve the right to eliminate you," he threatened her.

The chainsaw lady looked up at Harker with a twisted grin on her face. "I am the chainsaw lady," she said in a gravelly voice.

Tired of the nonsense already, he aimed for a headshot.

Harker pulled the trigger, and the chainsaw lady's head exploded into a shower of blood and brain matter.

The other cars were stopped by a few metres away, and some agents jumped out to see what just happened. As the agents approached, Harker quickly briefed them on the situation. "We've got a crazy lady with a chainsaw," he said, gesturing towards the gruesome remains on the ground.

"Agent Blackwell, write a detailed report regarding this incident. Understood?" The agent nodded and quickly took out her notebook and pen.

Jailen looked around nervously, as if expecting the chainsaw lady to come back at any moment. "Is everyone okay?"

All of us nodded, since that was the end of it... but it got me thinking, a bunch of random things keep happening, as if I'm a character in a thriller.

It was quite the situation, honestly. As we drove away from the scene, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease.

Knowing that constant stress wasn't good for the mind and body, I used the folding mechanism of the car-seat to lean backwards and slumber.

My earphones fit perfectly in my ears, so I ran a playlist consisting of ambient music. Fluttering, my eyes shut.

As I drifted off, I thought about the chainsaw lady. What was her deal? Was she possessed by some kind of madness? Or was there something more sinister at play? I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this situation than we knew.

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And as the car hummed along the road, I couldn't help but wonder how much danger we were in.

My mind halted as I slept, but that wasn't for long!

A loud noise woke me from my slumber. I opened my eyes to see the car swerving wildly in a turn. The tires screeched as we hit something, causing the car to shake violently.

I looked out the window and saw that we were driving into a large forest. The trees loomed over us, casting a dark shadow over the car.

"What the hell, did you drift like that on purpose?" I posed this question to Agent Harker.

"No, I didn't," he replied, looking slightly embarrassed. "Okay, I did. Whatcha gonna do 'bout it?" Harker's voice was shaky as he spoke. "I'm going to keep driving," he said firmly. "The safehouse is close by."

I resumed my rest from that point. As we drove deeper into the forest, I could hear the sound of my own heartbeat echoing in my ears.

I threw out an important question, "What do we plan to do after we get there?"

Harker glanced over at me and smiled. "We'll debrief and analyze the situation," he responded. "We'll need to figure out what we're dealing with here."

I disliked that vagueness of his! I let out a frustrated sigh and leaned forward in my seat.

"Please give me a specific answer. Unless, you don't trust me?" Harker's smile faltered slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. "You'll find out soon."

Recognizing the sheer ridiculousnessof his response, I started wheezing.

Seriously...?! He's still being vague when I just asked him not to? This guy loves playing games.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at Harker's response, but I couldn't deny that I was getting tired of his lackadaisical attitude.

"I'm not in the mood for games," I said, my voice firm. "I need to know what's going on."

Harker sighed, looking out the window at the dark forest. "Fine."

Assenting to my demands, he finally gave me the long-awaited explanation.

"We believe that there may be a group of rogue agents operating in the area. They've been causing trouble for law enforcement and possibly taking hostages. We're here to stop them and retrieve the hostages."

My heart skipped a beat. "Rogue agents? Hostages? That sounds serious." Harker nodded gravely. "It is. Which is why our squad wants to uproot this cancer before it spreads to other areas."

I could certainly understand that much.

Hmm... That said, now I have a fun idea. "Can I please have a weapon? Preferably a gun."

Harker raised an eyebrow at my request. "Why do you need a weapon?"

I hesitated for a moment before responding, "I think it's a good idea to have a defensive weapon. It's better to be prepared for anything."

Harker seemed to consider my request for a moment before nodding.

"Alright, Max will give you something. But be careful, these rogue agents are dangerous."

I nodded, feeling a surge of adrenaline. This was it.

Max opened one of his backpacks, bringing out a disassembled rifle. He did his thing and fixed it up. "I'll give it to you when the time is right, Maruyama."

Max held onto the weapon, and I simply resorted to imagining its weight in my hand. It was sturdy and well-crafted, with a sturdy wooden stock and a silencer.

"Thank you."

I was fine with waiting. What drawback was there aside from temporary dopamine recession?

Moments after, I saw a modest compound. Harker drove to the gate, used his ID card on the scanner and the gate opened up for us.

All five SUVs entered, and stopped at a particular section of the yard. Suddenly, the ground opened to reveal a pathway underground.

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