Bunch of losers
Kosi hung up the call, her eyes scanning the room with a practiced intensity. She sprinted to her wardrobe, slipping into her secret bulletproof vest with a fluid motion. The soft rustle of fabric filled the air as she pulled on a white long-sleeved t-shirt and black shorts, her movements economical and swift. She concealed a knife in her pocket, the metal glinting dully in the dim light.
Moving stealthily to the window, she peeked outside, her gaze locking onto the men in black positioned at various points, their faces obscured by the shadows. Their gazes seemed to be fixed on her window, their posture radiating tension. Kosi's eyes narrowed as she quickly opened her laptop, the screen casting an eerie glow on her face. She hacked into the hotel's security cameras with a few swift keystrokes, her fingers flying across the keyboard.
Her eyes widened as she watched two familiar figures approaching her room – Michael's personal assistant and secretary. Anticipating their arrival, she swiftly hid, vanishing from sight like a ghost. The room fell silent, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning.
When the assistant and secretary reached her room, they searched thoroughly, their footsteps echoing through the hallway. But Kosi had vanished, leaving behind only the faintest whisper of her presence. The assistant's heart racing, he contacted Michael, his voice barely above a whisper. "Did you...?" Michael's voice cut him off, his tone like ice. "Where is she?"
The assistant's voice trembled as he replied, "She was in her room when we arrived at the hotel, but she just disappeared." Michael's response was immediate, his voice laced with fury. "Bunch of losers, how did you get played by a weak little girl? Find her now, or consider yourself fired." The line went dead, and the assistant's face paled, his eyes darting nervously to the secretary.
The room suddenly plunged into darkness, the sudden absence of light making the air feel thick and heavy. All the lights in Kosi's room went out, leaving only the faint hum of dead bulbs in the silence. Michael's men struggled to adjust to the darkness, their eyes straining to pick up even the slightest glimmer of light. One of them felt something clamped over his mouth, the cold metal of Kosi's handcuffs biting into his skin as she wrapped her arm tightly around him. He inhaled the sweet, chemical-laced scent of chloroform, and his world went dark as he passed out in her arms. Kosi let him fall to the floor with a soft thud, the sound echoing through the room.
She moved into the darkness, her handmade night vision goggles casting a reddish hue over the space. The dim glow illuminated the outlines of furniture and the silhouettes of her enemies, who stumbled around like blind men. The goggles allowed her to see her surroundings with eerie clarity, every movement calculated and precise. Her enemies, on the other hand, were trapped in darkness, their panicked breathing and muffled curses filling the air.
Her master, Mr. Chan, had trained her to be a formidable combat artist, and she moved with the deadly precision of a ghost. She delivered a kick that sent one of Michael's men flying into the wall, the impact making the plaster crack and sending dust motes dancing in the faint red light. He landed with a thud, the sound of his body hitting the floor followed by the wet cough of blood as he tried to stand up again. The metallic tang of blood hung in the air, mingling with the acrid scent of sweat and fear.
The others remained alert, their leader shouting, "Retreat," but before he could finish, Kosi struck him with a sharp object that pierced his heart. The blade slid in with a sickening crunch, and he felt his life slipping away. As he fell, he knew his time was up, and with a faint voice, he whispered, "Run." His body hit the floor with a heavy thud, the sound echoing off the walls.
The others hastened toward the door, their footsteps echoing through the room, but they didn't stand a chance. Kosi landed kick after kick, the sound of her feet connecting with flesh and bone a deadly rhythm. She took them down one by one, the room growing quieter with each fall. In the end, she spared only one, the survivor's terrified breathing the only sound left in the darkness.
She ordered the survivor to tell Michael that she wasn't there to play games, her voice cold and detached, the words hanging in the air like a challenge. If he couldn't restore her virginity, he would have to pay with his heart, the threat echoing with a deadly intensity. Kosi pulled out her phone, the screen glowing brightly in the dark room, and dialed a number. The call connected quickly, the sound of the ringtone replaced by the voice on the other end. "Boss Vincent's men are here. I'm with Nosy. I think they think she is you, and they're moving this way." Kosi's anger flared as she realized how similar she and Nosy looked, the resemblance like a mirror image, making her skin prickle with unease.
They had previously considered DNA testing to determine if they were related, given their 80% resemblance, the thought sending a shiver down her spine. Now, with Vincent's men closing in, Kosi knew she needed backup, the sound of footsteps outside growing louder. She called Mike instead, her fingers moving swiftly over the keypad. "Make sure the surveillance is working as you take them out. This is self-defense. Kill them all and call the police." After hanging up, Kosi dialed another number, her voice low and even. "In my room, we have some... packages that need to be handled discreetly. Ensure no evidence is left behind, and make sure the smell doesn't escape through the vents." Her associate understood the coded message, knowing he had to dispose of the bodies without leaving a trail, the silence on the other end a testament to his professionalism.