I want to become a killer

The car sped down the dimly lit street, the tires skimming over the slick asphalt as rain began to fall in thin sheets. The city was alive with the hum of distant traffic and the occasional shout from a passing pedestrian, but everything felt eerily distant to me. My mind was consumed with the thought of Zenith—its reach, its power, and how close we were to finally bringing it all crashing down. But even in the face of all that power, I couldn't shake the sense that we were walking into a trap.

Alan sat beside me, his hand resting on the gun at his hip, eyes darting between the rearview mirror and the road ahead. "Something doesn't feel right," he muttered, as if reading my thoughts.

I didn't answer. I couldn't. I could feel it too, a weight in the air, like a storm was gathering just beyond the horizon. We were being watched—no, followed. It wasn't a matter of 'if' anymore; it was a matter of 'when.'

Cipher's voice crackled through the earpiece, pulling me from my thoughts. "Psychobi, I've hacked into Zenith's internal comms. They're looking for you. They know you're coming."

A cold shiver ran down my spine. They weren't just looking for us—they were preparing to stop us, whatever it took.

"Where are they now?" I asked, keeping my voice steady.

"Scattered. They've sent a team to intercept you. Two minutes away from your position," Cipher replied, his voice tense.

My grip tightened on the seat, and I exchanged a glance with Alan. "We need to move. Now."

Without another word, I slammed my foot down on the accelerator, the car lurching forward as we sped through the rain-slicked streets. The distance between us and the team trying to stop us was closing fast. We didn't have much time.

I could see the flashing lights of a police car in the distance, but something didn't sit right. The flashing wasn't the usual blue-and-red combination—it was something darker, something more ominous. Zenith had the power to manipulate everything, even the authorities.

"We're not dealing with just anyone," I muttered to Alan, my eyes never leaving the road. "They've got people in high places."

Alan's jaw tightened, his eyes scanning the road ahead. "Then we'll have to take them down before they get any closer."

As the rain came down harder, the car's headlights cut through the dark streets, illuminating the figures ahead. They weren't just after us—they were waiting for us.

"There's a checkpoint ahead," Cipher warned. "They're going to try and trap you."

I swerved the car sharply to the left, narrowly avoiding a barricade that had appeared out of nowhere, a makeshift roadblock set by Zenith's operatives. We couldn't afford to stop, not even for a second.

"Keep pushing forward!" I shouted, adrenaline surging through my veins. "Don't stop for anything."

Alan nodded, his hands steady as he gripped the wheel. He was used to this—used to being in the thick of danger. The road ahead was a blur of rain-soaked streets and neon signs, but I could see them closing in on us.

There was a sharp, metallic sound as bullets ricocheted off the car's frame. The first round had grazed the rear window, the glass cracking but not shattering. They were shooting to stop us, not kill us. But we weren't stopping. Not now.

I reached under my seat, pulling out the weapon I'd kept hidden for moments like this—something more than just a gun. It was the last thing I needed to ensure we got through this. I slid the weapon into my hand, ready to use it if it came to that.

"We're close," Mara's voice came through the earpiece. "You've got two minutes until the rendezvous point. I've got eyes on the ground—there's another team incoming."

We were out of time.

"Cipher, disable their communications. Now," I barked.

"You got it," came his reply, a crackle of static as he did his work. Within moments, I could hear the transmission on the other end drop. The operative's orders to stop us had been silenced, but it was only a temporary measure. They would be back online soon, and we would need to be ready.

I looked at Alan, and he knew what had to be done. He reached over and flipped open the glove compartment, pulling out a small device. It was a scrambler, something we had planned to use in case of an ambush. It was our way of ensuring they wouldn't know exactly where we were going, buying us just enough time to get through the worst of it.

"We need to keep moving," I said. "This won't hold them for long."

Alan nodded, and we pushed forward, accelerating as the rain began to slow.

We passed through a narrow alley, one that led straight toward a dead-end, where we'd planned to make a hard turn and slip through the last obstacle before the warehouse. But as we turned, we found ourselves face to face with another squad of Zenith's men.

They were waiting for us—five men, armed, blocking the path with their vehicles.

The car came to a screeching halt, and for a moment, everything was frozen. My pulse thundered in my ears as I weighed my options. We could fight our way through, or we could find another way—if there even was one.

Alan was already unstrapping his seatbelt, his eyes hard and focused. "We don't have a choice. Let's take them out."

I nodded. There was no turning back now.

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