With a Pull of a Trigger

Chapter Three

“These heels are killing me,” said Reini, huffing in annoyance.

Eena opened her bag as they rounded a corner, getting out a small tube of lip gloss. She lightly pressed the end of it and threw it behind her. Reini and Eena heard coughs of guards as they continued on running, eventually rounding another corner.

“What was that?” asked Reini.

Eena glanced behind them. “Smoke.”

Reini nodded in understanding. “That explains the coughs then.”

“And the fact that nobody’s following us now,” said Eena. She abruptly stopped in the middle of the hallway and quickly went to the right wall, opening the small vent. “Get in,” she whispered.

Reini nodded and crawled inside, keeping on crawling until she heard Eena get inside the vent and close the grate. Reini continued on crawling inside, and she had gotten at least fifteen meters until she got stuck at a dead end.

“There’s a hidden exit above you. Just get your knife and cut through the aluminum above you,” said Eena by way of explanation to the confused look Reini had on her face a while ago.

“Ah,” said Reini, getting her purse, “of course.”

Eena sighed and leant against the vent wall to her right, sitting in such a manner that a lady of proper poise and upbringing would be ashamed of her. “I hate these damn heels. Why do we always have to be wearing high heels? Just once, I would actually want a mission where high heels aren’t needed.”

“But then honey,” said Reini who was going through her own cosmetics kit and getting one of her small knives from the hidden compartment, “if you didn’t wear high heels, you wouldn’t be permitted on any mission in Europe.”

“Oh come on,” protested Eena, turning her head to look at Reini fully, “not every mission here requires us to wear heels.”

Reini snorted and looked at Eena, her eyebrow raised. “Are you sure, honey? Think again.”

Eena made a small noise of protest.

Reini laughed. “Eena, honey, think. When did we ever have a mission here in Europe where we didn’t have to wear heels?”

Eena opened her mouth as if to say something but after a few seconds, she closed it again, not knowing what to say. Reini laughed as if to prove her point.

Reini gently removed the aluminum she had cut from above her and put her tools back into her bag. “Come on,” she said, already standing up and climbing up the ladder.

Eena followed suit and climbed the ladder after Reini.

She just hoped that they would be able to go home safely.

And that Amrie wouldn’t kill them.

A woman in a rosy pink gown had her arms full with drinks. She somehow managed to hold all of the drinks, going to a certain table. Her gown had a short trail, flowing behind her. With every step, her shoes clinked on the marble floors. The rosy pink gown she was wearing had a scarlet strap decorated with white beads, about three inches in width which started from the upper right portion of her chest, just above her breast where the strap was connected to the gown, continuing its direction to her left shoulder, just about five centimeters from her long pale neck, and ending its route at the upper left portion of her back where it resumed its connection to her gown. She had a bracelet with a silver chain, decorated with different lengths of silver chains which had diamonds attached to them. She was wearing a pair of dangling earrings which gleamed slightly.