An Introvert in Paris - Part 2 : The Origin

chapter 5

"Well"

through the basement and the building's exterior to the parking lot. A few men were standing outside. We sneaked around. went to Olga's vehicle. With a little flashlight in hand, a man stood there, attempting to look over every car in the parking lot.

Through the parking lot entered a woman in black apparel. She appeared to be familiar with the men stationed outside. We had no idea what was being discussed or what was actually happening. All they did was exchange agreement-filled nods.

Telling Olga to get in, I opened the vehicle. She inched her way to the rear seat.

"I assumed this was your car, huh?" Whispering, I chuckled.

"Indeed, why?"

"What makes you sit at the back?"

Nobody was watching along the corridor that went to and from the parking lot, which added to the atmosphere of suspicion. Since we had nowhere else to go, it was obvious to everyone that we would have to take the basement as a means of escape.

I was driving the car. Olga felt more afraid. hiding in the passenger seat's back. She informed me that she had never experienced something similar because she had never worked in the field, which is why she was afraid. She informed me that there was a problem. She was familiar with the procedures.

She explained to me how someone else may be positioned to stop anyone if they make an attempt to flee, and that's how they succeeded in finding the person they were looking for. That's precisely what was on my mind as well.

She remarked, "I know someone is outside, so be careful. I'm going out at full speed because of that."

She questioned, "How do you know about all these?"

"You forget what you guys made me become, or who I am?"

She questioned, "Do you know cate?"

"Am I expected to be aware of that name?" I enquired.

"Yes, you are, and I hope you never cross her path!"

"How about her?" I inquired.

"When you meet her, you will know!" she said as she was trying to call someone.

"To whom in hell are you calling?"

"Someone who is capable of saving us from this."

I said, "Don't call anyone; I've got this."

"No, you don't."

We were struck by a car from behind during the conversation, even before she concluded her call. We slammed into two more cars, and they deactivated their alarms.

A tall woman emerged from the vehicle that struck us from behind. She started shooting at us right away. the broken glass window falling inside, I got out of the car right away and went to fetch Olga. Regretfully, I only witnessed a Code 2 blitz. She was instantly killed after taking two gunshots to the head.

To locate a way out, I rolled beneath the other cars. This woman kept firing; her face was difficult to recognise because of her all-black clothing. I do know that she was the best at whatever it was that she did. I took a little break behind one of the cars and tried to think through how all that had transpired in only a few minutes had happened. One or two years later, the one person I had begun to trust was gone.

I was certain they would hide it. They would attempt to claim that I killed Olga as I was fleeing, but I knew that the girl who had slain Olga was the key to closing whatever had fallen short in the few weeks that had passed.

She got into a different car and gave it a jump start. I had no idea where she drove off to. That is also how I was able to find my way out of the area and escape from wherever I was hiding. Since I knew no one was at the headquarters, I headed straight there. After everyone moved out, they came to seek me out. I took advantage of the chance to visit the office and search for any resources that may assist me. I went to the office and sought another passport right away.

I was shocked to discover Lynn imprisoned in a detention chamber. I glanced at her from the other side of the glass; she was simply being there, without even anticipating that anyone would be looking at her. In a matter of minutes, Olga informed me that Lynn had explained to them all I had planned, the location of the gadget, and the circumstances surrounding my ordeal. Perhaps this was due to the fact that they were aware of our past correspondence.

When she first told me that she was still my girlfriend, I truly believed her. Even when she told me the truth, I still trusted her, but I was oblivious to the details and the reason behind her betrayal. She pointed me in the direction of whatever had transpired and the location of the device.

"I genuinely had no idea that they, their own, would do this to you."

"What are you doing in this place exactly?" she asked in surprise.

"Don't worry, I'm not here for you."

She pleaded, "Please just help me out of this room."

"Why would I help someone who sold me out, and why would I even do that?" I enquired.

"I didn't sell you out; all I wanted was their trust so I could return the favour later. You seemed to like having my trust."

"Help them by selling me out and informing them of Priscilla's location and everything else about the device."

"No, that isn't the situation."

"Yet Olga informed me that you had done so."

"Where is Olga?"

"She passed away, but not because of you; it was my responsibility that she come to my aid."

"How did she die?"

"Maybe she mentioned the name Kate, so someone killed her."

"Kate? Then this had to be really bad."

"Can you tell me anything about her?"

"Obviously, I am aware of Kate."

"What information about her must I know?"

"Know that she's not good news."

"How bad is it?"

"Double hell, she's always that."

"So she's the assassin who completes every job?"

"She never lets me down."

"But she failed, and the wrong person was killed!"

"They will undoubtedly claim that you killed Olga and fled, using her as collateral damage despite the fact that she was a nice person."

"Yes, I had begun to trust her more than you, as if she didn't have to go in this manner."

"I need a passport."

"I'll show you where your passport is; just get me out of here."

"Why should I trust you?"

"You have no choice but to trust me,"

"I will personally kill you," I warned

"All right, no issue. Get your passport on your own."

"Where are the passwords stored?" I asked.

"I'll help you with that, and you will help me with what I need, but I need to get out of this room. I know where the passwords are."

"It's okay, no worries, but please don't play with me; I've seen enough."