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Chapter 1
Standing before the mirror in a spacious room, is a figure dressed in a black buttoned-down leather jacket, a pair of black leather pants was fitted on her body, a pair of black leather boots were fitted on her legs, and finally, a mask was covering her face, making her identity anonymous, but anyone could tell from her body shape that she was a lady.
She stared intently at the mirror, her deep blue ocean eyes were visible through the mask she was wearing, which covered all of her face except for her beautiful eyes. Her hair was packed in a ponytail.
She sighed softly then turned around and walked over to the closet in the room then threw it open revealing a pair of tactical hand gloves laying there. She picked it up and wore it in her hands, before walking back to the mirror and picking up two pistols that were laying on the dresser. She let loose the zipper of her jacket, revealing a bulletproof jacket worn inside it, and she pushed the gun into the pocket.
Taking one glance at her reflection, she picked her black face cap which was lying on the dresser, and wore it over her head, covering her face completely before she finally stormed out of the room, going to God knows where.
Walking through the hallway, the sound of her ringing phone came on, and without bothering to take it out from wherever it was, she pressed the Bluetooth fixed in her ear.
"Thirty minutes to go, everything is ready," The masculine voice came on from the other end, and she nodded as if whoever it was could see her.
"Copied!" She said on the phone, as she didn't stop walking briskly. The call finally disconnected, and she pushed the door of a room open, revealing the stairs out of the small room, which happened to be a basement.
Stepping out of the basement, she closed the passage and adjusted her jacket before walking through the hallway heading to the exit door of a very small dirty looking living room. Storming out of the small house, she was welcomed by the sight of trees. This is how she had always lived her life, she lives alone in a log cabin in the woods, which nobody knows of, that's why she hasn't been caught in all these years. Her identity is unknown because she has always been on a mask all the years.
She climbed down the wooden stairs that leads to where her power bike was parked, and getting to the place, she removed her face cap and hung it on her jacket before picking up the helmet which was hanging on the bike, and wearing it.
"Mission starts." Her feminine voice came on and with that, she hopped on the bike and ignited it before speeding through the woods, not minding that it was filled with trees, and she might run into one. Of course, she's skilled at what she does, so that's not something to worry about.
As she sped through the dark woods, her cycling lights brightened the way ahead, making her see clearly.
After driving for a few more minutes, she finally stormed out to the roadway, and stopped the bike abruptly, her eyes piercing into space intently like she was trying to see through the dark. Seconds ticked into minutes before she finally ignited the motorbike and sped away.
After driving for twenty minutes, she finally took a route which leads through the woods, and after a ten minutes drive, she got to the warehouse, where a truck was parked right in front, with some men in black loading the truck with cartons.
"You're finally here." The supervisor of the men loading the truck said as he walked over to the masked lady, who was now standing beside her motorbike while holding her helmet.
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