I want to become a killer

The cold night air hit my face as we burst out of the warehouse, the familiar rush of adrenaline mixing with the sharp pain in my side. Every breath felt harder, but I pushed through. We couldn't stop. We had to keep moving.

"Don't slow down!" Alan shouted, his voice filled with urgency as he sprinted ahead, leading the way through the maze of alleyways. Mara was right behind me, clutching the laptop tightly in her hands, her eyes darting nervously as she scanned our surroundings.

I could hear the distant sounds of cars revving up, the screeching tires of the operatives chasing us, closing in. Zenith was not going to let us escape that easily. Their reinforcements were relentless, and they knew exactly where we were headed.

The streetlights blurred as I ran, my legs screaming in protest with every step. The pain in my side was growing worse, but I couldn't afford to show weakness. Not now. Not when we were so close to completing the mission. The data Mara had downloaded from the terminal was our key, the evidence that could bring Zenith to its knees. If we could just make it to the safe house.

Alan glanced over his shoulder, his brow furrowing when he saw me lagging behind. "Psychobi, move faster!" he barked. "They'll catch us if we don't."

I forced my legs to move faster, ignoring the sharp sting in my side. The world seemed to close in around me, but I couldn't focus on that. Only the mission.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared behind us. A vehicle. Their vehicle.

"Damn it," I muttered under my breath. They were closer than I had thought.

Alan picked up the pace, his long strides covering more ground, but even he was starting to show signs of fatigue. "We need to get to the bridge," he said, his voice grim. "It's our best shot."

I nodded, though I didn't know exactly what he meant. I just had to trust that he knew where he was going. We kept running, winding through the narrow streets, dodging debris and trash as we made our way toward the bridge.

I could hear the roar of the vehicle behind us now, the tires squealing as it gained on us. My heart raced, not from the exertion of running, but from the knowledge that we were running out of time.

We reached the bridge. It was a narrow overpass, not far from the safe house, but it was the perfect place for a trap. The sound of the approaching vehicle grew louder, and I knew that once we crossed, there would be nowhere to run.

Alan stopped abruptly, signaling us to do the same. He glanced at Mara, who was already pulling out a small device from her bag. "We're setting a trap," Alan explained quickly. "When they get close, we'll set off the signal jammer. They won't be able to track us."

Mara nodded and began typing on the device, the blue light of the screen casting an eerie glow on her face. I felt a sharp pang of doubt in my chest. Was this really going to work? Were we really going to escape this?

The vehicle screeched to a halt at the base of the bridge. I saw the figures of two operatives jump out, their guns drawn, scanning the area for any sign of movement.

"Now," Alan hissed.

Mara pressed a button, and the world seemed to freeze. The hum of the vehicle's engine cut off abruptly, and the operatives' radios crackled with static. They looked confused for a split second, and that was enough. Alan moved, his body fluid, the speed of his motion making him almost invisible in the darkness. He was on them in an instant, disarming one of the operatives with a swift strike, taking him down with practiced ease.

I wasn't far behind, using the brief window of confusion to fire a few shots, taking down the second operative before he could react.

The first man had regained his footing, but Alan was already on top of him, a series of punches knocking the gun from his hand, sending him sprawling to the ground.

I quickly checked the vehicle, my pulse racing. There were no other operatives in sight, but I didn't trust it. Zenith wouldn't send just two people to chase us.

"We've got to move," Alan said, his voice low and urgent. He grabbed Mara's arm and pulled her away from the vehicle. I followed closely, glancing back to make sure no one was tailing us.

We didn't stop running until we reached the safe house, an old abandoned building tucked away on the outskirts of the city. It was a nondescript place—perfect for blending in, hiding in plain sight.

Once we were inside, I slumped against the wall, breathing heavily. The pain in my side was unbearable now, and I couldn't ignore it anymore. My hand pressed against the wound, trying to staunch the bleeding, but it was no use.

"Psychobi!" Mara cried, her voice breaking as she rushed over to me. "You're bleeding badly."

"I'll be fine," I rasped, trying to push her away, but she wouldn't let me.

Alan was already searching the room, ensuring there were no surprises waiting for us. "We've got to treat that wound, or you'll bleed out in an hour."

"Can you stop being so dramatic?" I muttered, but the dizziness in my head was starting to make me feel lightheaded.

"We need to patch you up," Mara insisted, her eyes wide with concern. "Just sit down. Let me help."

I reluctantly sank into a chair, the weight of everything finally catching up with me. My breathing slowed as Mara worked quickly to clean and bandage the wound. Alan stood guard, keeping watch over the door, his face hard and unyielding.

For a moment, there was peace. But I knew it was only temporary.

The mission wasn't over. It would never be over until Zenith was gone.

And I would make sure that happened—no matter what it took.

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