La Roja Cometh.

The barrel was still hot. Ssshhhittt. Vapors came out of it. She should have guessed.

Movies never depict all these practicalities, do they? Man, it hurt. She picked the P220 carefully and put it in the empty holster that she carried, just in case.

She checked his pulse. Check. Dead. It's crazy how a guy who wanted to kill you, without even knowing your name, your mission, absolutely nothing a while ago, lied lifelessly in a puddle of blood and sewerage. But that's life, she thought. Or Death.

There must be two more pulses to be checked now, tops.

And the alley was fucking damp. Damp as in dripping wet.

She hopped over the little puddles, ever so slightly. Silent and swift. Just like a Ninja. All the training surely helped.

The gun inside the holster was still giving her a warm breath. Like that inside a hot cockpit on a sunny day.

Ah, I can't wait to get this shit done and go back. I hate this stupid pla...

Gunshots lit up the darkness. Staccato fire. She dodged them and slid beneath a nearby car. A 69 Ford Mustang. It must be the Prince's. He had a fancy for such vintage shizz.

Two pairs of feet emerged from the shadows. They were moving in different directions now, looking for La Roja. Looking for her.

She nimbly took out the P220, checked the magazine, unlocked it and took aim. Your objective is always to take down the target, not to kill him: lessons from her days training with the Falcons flashed in her mind. She shot one left leg and one right. Belonging to two guys. 

They were down. Bodies on the floor, squealing in pain. She got up, dusted her leather jacket and moved towards them. She could see their eyes, begging her to spare them. Remember, your objective is to take down the target, not to... 

Ah, fuck it! She fired at the foreheads.

Boom, headshot!, she thought. I'm definitely going to hell, whatever or wherever that is.

Suddenly, her satellite phone buzzed.

"Yes? I guess I'm done here. I'm coming back. Moreover, this place stinks like hell "

"Oh yes, you can get back, Miss A. We have some news for you."

How she despised that name! And how she hated that old bugger. Still, she couldn't say anything. He was her boss, after all.

''What news? Did the OtherSide respond?"

"No, we haven't gotten anything from there yet. But we have found The X-ecutioner."

"What?? Are you sure??"

"Yes. Please return ASAP. We have much to discuss."

The line got cut. 

But this is impossible!! They found him in Hyderabad, of all places?!

The call just happened. She wasn't hallucinating, definitely.

Agent Ayesha, a.k.a La Roja (The Red One) never could have imagined her partner would turn out to be a complete disaster of a guy.