Chapter 8. Meeting Oliver

Anna

The next day I set out on my mission. The black leather pants and jacket tightly hugged my body. My auburn hair were neatly tied in a ponytail and my hands were in black glovelettes. The nail of my index finger never grew back because of the damage caused to the nail bed. The two others had grown. A constant reminder of how I had been treated in the past but never again.

Placing my shuriken knives, ninja stars and two Glock 22 pistols in the hidden places of my costume and black combat boots, I set out.

The AH-64 Apache helicopter was a black beast and my favorite among the aircraft. Its sleek body and fitted missiles gave it a unique look. I grazed its metal body with my fingers and did a quick inspection.

“Standing tall, boy.” I patted its side as if it were my pet.

Climbing inside the helicopter I strapped up.

Turning on the power I did quick pre-start checks and then fired up the engines. It roared to life.

Claude had sent me