The Mate's Duty

CARMEN:

"Shit!"

The sound of a bullet piercing the air accompanied by screams instantly filled me up with regrets. No one needed to tell me that I just made a mess of my job.

I shot the wrong guy, damn it! What was I thinking? Why would I let my emotions get the better of me during an operation? How the hell did I even miss the target?

There was no room for redemption at this point as the crowd below already went on a rampage. My vision gave me the knowledge that they were trying to scurry for safety. If only I had shot the right target, I wouldn't care what was going on below.

"Abort! Abort!" I tried to reach out to Ryan but I was reminded that I already put off my comm. Instantly, I switched it back on repeating the same words that I just said.

"What happened?"

"Wrong guy." That was what I simply said before standing up to exit the location.

That turned out to be a big mistake because the piercing gaze that ran through me almost immediately could not be explained. And to my shock, I found myself staring directly at my supposed target that I just missed.

The distance between us was a lot. A whole lot. But why the hell does it seem like he could see me directly?

I shook off the feeling, put my tool back in the box, and jumped off the building.

The alpha was going to get a report of what happened and it was going to be from me.

GUSTAVO:

My bodyguard was dead. Humans? Pfft. They had such fragile lives.

The commotion going around was gravely disturbing to me as the rest of my bodyguards tried to keep me safe. I hated the commotion as well as the horrible screams. Did they really think anyone would attempt to kill them?

My bodyguards were trying to figure out where the lethal shot came from, which was something I already knew without checking through. And when I finally did check through, my eyes came in contact with the most shocking being I have seen in a long time.

"Aren't you going to find a way to leave here?" Ollie, my assistant who just joined me, asked in a rather confusing manner. Confusing for him, not me.

My gaze was still transfixed to the top of the state building when I responded: "There's something interesting I'm trying to deduce..."

"You've had three attempts made on you in the past two weeks... What could be interesting about this one other than the fact that some people out there want you dead?"

"Method of killing. None of the last two made use of a silver coated bullet to try to end me despite their accuracy. That's the difference."

"A silver coated bullet?"

"Look behind you. Tell me what you can observe from that human lying on the ground."

As Ollie did what I asked him to do, I was sure the first thing he was going to notice was the sharp piercing of the bullet through the skull of the lifeless man. The next thing would be the splatter of brain matter across.

"Indeed," he finally said after observing behind me for a while. By that time, I noticed the assassin jumping down from the state building in a technical manner.

"She's really good," I muttered much more to myself than to Ollie.

"Who?"

"Her."

"This one's a woman?"

"Not just any woman, Ollie. She's the best they have," I said before giving my bodyguards the cue that I was about to leave.

And as I turn around, I leave one last instruction for Ollie:

"Bring her to me."