The Disguised Assassin

Just as the bike went under the trailer, Chloe jumped out and held the under. She imagined their surprised faces when they see just the bike come out of the other side.

Holding a moving car was most definitely not easy for Chloe. “Movies made it look easy,” she muttered as she grabbed onto a shaft beside her and hung her leg on another. “They made every freaking thing look easy.”

Chloe heard a ding from her phone and she pulled it out and looked at it. It was a message from her mom.

“Meet us at the cottage,” she muttered, reading the message. She sighed and shoved the phone back into her pocket. Now she had to find a way to get to the cottage. But she had to first find a way to get off the truck.. without breaking any of her bones of course.

She suddenly heard the revving of an engine behind her. She turned her head and saw a familiar tyre and bumper.

“These guys just don’t give up, do they?” Chloe muttered with a groan. Now she had to find a way to not just get out without breaking any bone, but also without getting caught.

She noticed the trailer had suddenly begun to slow down. The idiots just told the driver to stop. Chloe cussed in anger as she began racking her brain for a way of escape.

The trailer came to a stop and the driver got down. He began discussing with the FBI agents who had also come down from their car. Chloe saw feet’s scurrying around the vehicle and one started to walk towards the area where she was.

“No, no, no, no, no,” Chloe muttered repeatedly. She was way too young to go to jail. As she looked around for a means of escape, her eyes caught a circular object that laid on the ground, a few meters away from where she hung and she smiled.

“Bingo,” she whispered with a grin.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

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“She’s under the trailer, Justin,” John said as he got into the car. “Follow that vehicle.” Justin immediately turned on the car and zoomed off after the trailer.

As they approached the trailer, John searched the under for signs of anyone being there. He saw something move under and sighted a movement of hair, confirming his suspicions.

Justin drove to the left side of the trailer and John motioned for the driver to stop the trailer. The driver ignored him and gave him the middle finger until John showed him his badge. It was then the driver complied and slowed the trailer to a stop.

“Is there any problem, sir?” the driver asked in a thick southern accent as he got down from the trailer and approached John and Justin. “I’ve got loads of goods I need to deliver before night falls.”

“I’m John and this is Justin,” John said as he flashed his badge at the driver. “We do not need much from you. All we just want is to search your truck.”

“Search ma truck?” the driver muttered. “I ain’t holding no drugs or nothing. I just deliver them baking flours.”

“What’s your name, sir?” Justin asked.

“Clayton Grant, sir,” the driver replied.

“Well, Mr. Grant, we just want to search your undercarriage. Nothing more,” Justin explained and Clayton nodded.

John brought out his gun as he walked towards the big truck. He heaved a big sigh and knelt down.

“Don’t move,” he shouted as he looked down and pointed his gun but to his greatest surprise, no one was there.

“Is she down there?” Justin asked as John stood back up.

“There’s no one there,” John muttered confused.

“No one there?” Justin yelled shoving his fingers into his hair. “But you said–”

“I know what I said, Justin,” John yelled angrily. He sighed and walked back to the car. “Let’s just go, man.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Clayton said, causing John and Justin to stop on their tracks. “So you guys just stopped me for no damn reason.” John was too tired to respond to him so he dragged Justin into the car.

“Goodnight, Mr. Grant,” John said as he too entered the car. Justin then started the car and sped off as Clayton cussed at them.

John didn’t know how the girl had escaped. He could have sworn he saw her underneath the trailer. He sighed amd laid his head on the head rest.

If only he had checked well, he would have seen the manhole cover that was slightly open.

******

Chloe ran through the sewers. The whole place stinks and the ground was slippery. All Chloe could hear was the sound of rushing water and the scurrying feet of rats. Some occasionally climbed over her feet, causing her to yelp in fear. Yes, she was a fearless assassin but she was still a girl.

Chloe kept on walking for what seemed like hours before she came to a gritted gate that led to the outside. She pushed the gate and landed on the grass. The river where the wastes of the sewers flowed into wasn’t far from where she laid so she knew she was close to the cottage.

She stood up and looked at the environment she was now in. Trees, both huge and little stood all over the place.

“Ferncliff Forest,” Chloe muttered as she stared at the trees. She heaved a big sigh and began her walk towards the little river as its trail led to her parents cottage.

She found the river after some minutes and began following its trail.

The whole place was now getting dark when Chloe arrived at the cottage. Trails of smoke could be seen coming out of the chimney and the lights were on.

She walked over to the door and knocked. She saw the curtain behind the door window move and she knew it was her dad checking to see who it was. The lock clicked and the door opened, revealing her dad standing with a large shotgun in his hands.

“My baby,” Derrick screamed as he rushed to hug her. He paused halfway and scrunches his nose. “Holy cheeses, you need a freaking bath.”