Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky, Russia.

In all of Ebun's seven years as a hired assassin and an organized murderer, this operation was the first one in which she had to kill someone in an open space - on the streets, in broad daylight. The killings at Novosibirsk and at the orgy central were close experiences but there was either factor missing in both.

This particular killing operation wasn't happening within her comfort zone and Lizabeta wasn't exactly the easiest victim to deal with. After that stunt that Viktoriya pulled after everything Ebun had done for her, there was no other victim that could take her place. Still, this Lizabeta girl had to be second in line for the most difficult victim and the reason wasn't farfetched.

Lizabeta was hardly ever sure of anything. When Sean made Ebun meet with her the previous week, the conversation between them proceeded like this:

"Um...hi, Lizabeta. I'm so sorry about what happened to you," Ebun squeezed the timid woman's hand in knowing compassion, even though she didn't know the full details of what happened yet. "But I'm here for you, okay?" she continued. "I will achieve justice for you because I know what it feels like to be in your shoes. Sean, my superior in this operation who is also my boyfriend assigned me to handle your case specially so you can be rest assured that I'll do a perfect job for you. You just tell me in detail, everything that I need to know about the rape incident."

"T...tenks ma'am," Lizabeta stammered in response as she scratched the nape of her neck. She made squeaky sounds with the grinding of her teeth very often and she scratched the back of her neck at every given opportunity. She also rocked back and forth on the sofa at intervals.

Ebun studied the lady very well. The wig on her head wasn't combed. She'd just slipped it on and it showed because there was a web of tangled synthetic hair strands above the extensions.

The lady herself wasn't very interesting to look at - particularly because she mirrored something similar to what Ebun looked like weeks after she'd gotten discharged from the hospital after the incident thirteen years ago. She looked a wretched, irredeemable mess. There were deep dry cuts on Lizabeta's lips - ones that could not heal and the skin of her lips were a chapped white, one she hadn't cared to lick in days.

There were deep black circles under eyes and her eyelids drooped every second as though she was trying so hard to stay awake. There was also a thin scar that ran from her left eyebrow to the middle of her right cheekbone. It was obvious that this girl had really suffered and had been used so terribly by men.

"It's not a problem," Ebun managed to smile through the anger she was feeling on the inside towards Lizabeta's assaulters. "So tell me, on the day that this man, Curtis Levi molested you, how exactly did it happen?"

"Um," Lizabeta picked at her fingernails and made that regular weird sound with her teeth before she gathered the courage to open her mouth and answer the question. Although, the words were coherent, they were still incomprehensible.

"I...I...used to vork at an ahdvertising company for e peticuler product end I vas ze leader for my teem. So one dey, ve vere valking through some neighborhoods in Moscow, knocking aht people's doors end adhvertising our products to zem once zey opened ze door to us. Zen I knocked on ze door of zeez particular man. He opened ze door so fast as eef he vas already stending zere before I knocked and ven he opened ze door, he told me to step een.

I vas confused for a second but I villfully stepped in, steel zinking zat ahll I vas going to do vas ahdvertise ze product to heem and zen leave. Zat vas vhy I shooed my teem members avay ahnd told zem not to vorry about me ven ze man offered for me to step een.

But before I could do vhat I'd stepped een to do, zeez man locked all ze lock on hees doors. I penicked but I kept focused on simply ahdvertising. I told myself zat I vas safe and steel vould be able to get out of ze man's house. In ze middle of my talking, he started to yell et me and ahccused me of being hees geerlfriend vho dumped heem some years beck.

I vas so confused but I kept trying to mek heem ahnderstand zat I vasn't ze person he thought I vas. I knew he vas one of zose mentally ill people vho ahlways mistook rendom people for someone from zeir past. Steel, he yelled at me and commended me to shut up. Ahfter multiple tries, I gave up end tried to go avay from heem but he overpowered me, pounced on me.... ahnd...ahnd..."

"And what?" Ebun's eyes were full of sorrow and tears as she prepared herself for the worst part of the story. "He raped you as a way to get back at you for supposedly dumping him?" Ebun suggested anxiously when Lizabeta refused to say any other words and kept her head lowered in shame.

"N-no. I don't zink zat vas vhat kheppened," Lizabeta scratched the back of her neck for a good two minutes. The sound of her fingernails grazing harshly against the her skin made Ebun want to run away and hide but she had to remain focused and resist the urge.

"I remember zat ze teem vas eble to bahrge into ze house, break ze locks ahnd tear heem avay from me," she continued.

"So what happened in between - before you were able to get rescued? Did he later realize that you weren't his ex-girlfriend? Or did he actually rape you but you're trying to deny it because it hurts so much? Please, Lizabeta, you can totally confide in me. I'm only trying to help you here."

"No, he deedn't rep me. I...I...zink..." she gazed into the air with a gloomy countenance on her face and she stared for a long, long time. Ebun's heart beats skyrocketed and crumbled so many times from anxiety. Waiting for the girl to recollect her memories made her heart weary in no time.

"Yes!" Lizabeta gasped, finally remembering something. "I zink I vas eble to prove to heem een another vey zat I vasn't his girlfriend. I proved eet to heem because after shoving heem my ID, he steel deedn't believe me."

"Oh, so after you were able to convince them, why didn't he just let you go then? Why was there a need for your team members to break in and push the guy away from you? It sounds like he was still trying to attack you."

"Zat's... Zat's because eet took heem a vhile to get convinced."

"Hm," Ebun didn't believe this but she nodded along. "So how were you able to find out his name? This seems like a once in a lifetime occurrence. This was someone you just happened to meet on a random, unfortunate day."

"He mentioned hees nem to me in ze process of ahccusing me of being his ex-girlfriend. He syed somezing like 'Don't you remember me, John, ze mahn you dumped?' So zat vas how I knew."

"I'm sorry," Ebun closed her eyes, opened them and blinked rapidly in utmost confusion. "Did you just say John?"

"Yes."

"I thought his name was Curtis G. Levi and this story you just told me has nothing to do with sexual assault. I wonder why you told me this story at all - unless you are trying to get us to avenge for attempted rape which unfortunately, this story doesn't even meet up to the criteria."

"Oh," she itched again and those loud fingernails came into hearing.

"Oh?" Ebun couldn't hide the irritation that was boiling on her insides. "Look, Miss. Lizabeta, were you raped or not?"

This simple question led to a hundred more stories narrated by an utterly confused and unsure victim. As Ebun rested her head on her tired hands, (hands which she'd used to jot all of the unnecessary, nonsensical details that Lizabeta kept giving her) she wondered who on earth she must have offended to have to deal with someone like this.

Just how many memories did this woman have to have gotten everything so mixed up? For about two hours, Lizabeta moved from one sad story of minor attacks to the other and Ebun only needed to ask a few questions before she could tell that it had nothing to do with the Curtis G. Levi in question. She now understood partially, what Sean must have been through dealing with this lady while she was in Nigeria. This must have been what he meant. It was possible that he'd even just wanted to dump the case on her which was infuriating to say the least.

When Ebun stood up and started to pack her items to leave after a wasteful day, that was when Lizabeta gasped and tapped Ebun's shoulder's from behind. It took every cell of self control within Ebun not to yank those greasy hands away from her body. With clenched teeth and a cold countenance on her face, she turned to face Lizabeta.

"You want to tell me another story of some random guy who kicked you in the stomach?" Ebun eyed her.

"No no not ahny of zose. I'm so sorry. I just remembered zat zere's one story left zat I haven't told you. Ahnd zeez one's pretty serious."

"That was what you said a hundred stories ago. I'm not willing to hear anything that has nothing to do with Curtis Levi."

"I zink zeez one does. Eet's a serious story. Please, ma'am."

Ebun returned to the couch and settled on it. One might have thought that to be a gullible move after sitting for hours and letting a person with a bad memory waste her time. But she thought of Sean. There had to be some reason why Sean persisted and concluded that Lizabeta's case was worth fighting. He was a very intelligent person and probably had a goal in mind that he wanted to achieve through this case. Ebun had to try her best to stick to the end to see what Sean had seen.

When Lizabeta got done narrating the last story, to her big surprise and pleasure, it seemed more like a thing that Curtis Levi/ Grigory Levin could do - considering the personality she'd given him. First, the attacker in this particular story was a member of a gang - something that was the same with Grigory Levin, the leader of her rapists. Also, this Curtis guy had assaulted her for a very silly reason.

Lizabeta had been trying to protect her best friend from getting attacked by someone and that someone unfortunately happened to be one of Curtis' minions. This was also similar to why those gang members had picked her as the victim for their evil perpetuation. The only difference was that Lizabeta had forgotten the name of the guy.

So Ebun decided to fix the puzzles left of the story by talking to Sean about it.

"I'm sorry she was very difficult to deal with. The thing is that, Lizabeta grew up in some of the dirtiest slums in Russia between St. Petersburg, Moscow, Perm and Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky. So she's suffered numerous attacks, molestations and attempted rape incidents. That's why she doesn't even look in great shape.

That's also why she has all of her memories mixed up like that because there's too many of them. I also had to sit with her for hours before I could get the real story that we needed out of her lips. I know I could have easily just told you the story but I needed you to have that one-on-one talk with her despite how draining."

"I understand," Ebun nodded. "If she's been raped so many times by several hood thugs, why are we then fighting only the case of Curtis G. Levi."

"Because it happened much recently which gives her a better chance to retaliate and this guy is one of those super scary, bad guys. For once, Lizabeta wishes to fight back and not die as a defeated weakling."

"Oh okay. I was just curious. How were you able to discover the assaulter's name?"

"I made my findings. I checked for all of the discreet and popular gang associations and their members in Moscow, St. Petersburg and all of the cities she grew up in at different points in her life. I showed her several pictures of the results my research produced and when she was finally able to point at one of them, it was the photo of a guy with the name Curtis G. Levi and he's the member of a gang based in Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky just like Lizabeta said."

"How long did it take her to remember?"

"It took about an hour."

"Hm,' Ebun shook her head. "Will she still be able to remember his face on the day we need to kill him?"

'I believe so. It's just a memory mix-up not a memory loss. So she'll be able to figure it out after a little while. Don't worry too much. I'll also give you a photo of the Curtis Levi guy that I found on the internet to make things easier."

So now, Ebun was in one of the oldest cities, located in the far east of Russia, hiding on the rooftop of an unfinished four storey-building with Lizabeta crouching beside her. She suddenly had a positive feeling about the entire operation. In all of the historical books she'd read that were set in the Victorian era, the east end of London was by the far the most dreaded place in the whole of Great Britain. It was the same for a few eastern provinces in other nations. And now, she was in the far east of Russia, ready to slit the throat of a certain, feckless bastard. It was truly exciting.

They watched every person of the male gender who sauntered to and fro the narrow roads of the dirtiest ghetto in the entire city. This was also the first time a victim was present with her to witness the killing of their rapist thanks to retiring memories. Although, this street that was filled with tall buildings, pubs, alehouses and business towers from afar off did nothing in revealing the hideout of the gang members, this avenue was the only close place to finding Curtis G. Levi and this was affirmed from Sean's findings.

Ebun was roiling with anticipation not only for the fact that she was killing someone who deserved to die, but also for the high possibility that she'd finally be getting her revenge on the dreadful head of the gang - the one she'd dreamt about for so many years.

All she needed Lizabeta to do was for her to point out to the guy once she saw him pass and then she'd check the photograph Sean had given her for confirmation.

One might even wonder why Sean and Ebun had chosen this mode of operation for the kill - shooting from a rooftop. It was simply because Lizabeta had to be protected from being seen by her assaulter since the person in question was a dangerous guy.

So they watched closely with Ebun's MTs-116M suppressed sniper rifle, her favorite gun set in motion and ready to fire from a far distance. This gun was simply the best thing that the Russian arms industry had ever created. The muzzle of the firearm was already peeking beyond the wall of the rooftop.

The sun rose and scorched down their backs as more people passed by on the road below them - farmers with sickles slung across their backs carrying baskets full of apples, market women holding worn out vegetable nylons, beggars and heck, even pickpockets. They all passed by. Ebun had seen a boy of sixteen pilfer a dollar from the loose zip of an old lady's bag.

She'd even seen worse things. Street fights, for example. She had watched at least five of them play out within the past four hours. All of the fights happened randomly, humorously and for very petty reasons. It was entertaining to watch rugged, white haired Russian lads insult and mock each other for their poor sexual performances and what-not's. It even got better when she saw two other pals - both fully grown adult men pulling each other by the strands of their hair like kindergarten children. Ebun had a good laugh for many minutes.

Who knew that spying could be such a fun thing to do?

However, that wasn't what she'd come here to do despite how exciting. Her patience was slowly beginning to wear out.

'Is there a chance that we'd even see one of the gang members today?" Ebun asked Lizabeta, wiping sweat off the skin above her left eyebrow.

"Y-Yes. Vhen I used to stey here vhich vas ahbout four months ego, ze geng members usually step out een ze ahfternoon to head tovards ze casino vhich is two streets avay."

'Can you give me a rough estimate of the time that they come out of their hideout?"

'Ahround two thirty, I zink."

Ebun glanced at her wristwatch. It was one forty-five. She swallowed. She could wait some more. So they remained silent and watched from the high view that the rooftop gave them. Ebun also made sure to keep her eyes on the camera hidden inside her rifle so she could easily zoom in on anyone they found suspicious.

More people kept walking past and Petropavlovsk was simply petropavlovsky-ing, being a normal city in Russia with snow filled mountains and greenfield in the distance. Fifteen minutes later, Ebun began to notice some men moving in groups and seemingly towards the same direction.

Before the men came together and started to walk as a team, Ebun had seen them come from different directions individually. Since she was on the rooftop, she could see where they'd all come from. She didn't know what prompted her to take notice of the movement but the more she observed it, she realized it was worth her attention. So she nudged Lizabeta to also have a look.

Two men with piercings in her eyebrows and lower lips stepped out of a kiddies toys shop which was below a real estate office. One was dressed in a polythene shirt with moderately ripped trousers. The other person wore a black denim shirt with boot-cut jeans. The black denim guy had orange dye filling the hair on his head while the polythene lad had a punk.

Another guy walked out of a green building with several windows and narrow staircases. The building was just beside the real estate office. The guy had about four ear piercings and Ebun could mark out the tattoo of a cross on the side of his neck. He too, was dressed like a sane, regular man. He was even wearing a black suit. Then she saw another man rush out of the lower apartment of the same green building.

Ebun sighted more of them moving out from different buildings in the street.

They all looked like decent men from the outfits they wore but the treacherous looks on their faces and their bogus piercings sold them off. The way they all kept their hands close to their trousers also made it clear that they had weapons underneath. What made it worse was how they'd all come together at the same spot to move in the same direction.

Were the thugs of the Black Vipers Mafia this amateurish? She would have been right to judge them for being so stupid but then remembered that she was once like that too, during her early days at Russia. Still, it was no fun.

When it dawned on Ebun that she was perhaps, very close to the territory of the mafia's headquarters, her heart throbbed. The possibility was high because it explained why those men hadn't just stepped out of the same place. That would make it easy for anyone to know where the real headquarters was.

Those random buildings and shops they'd stepped out of were most likely sublets for more specific operations - just like Khovrino Hospital was a sublet of the psycho barracks. When she got it figured out, she intensified the pressure of her index finger against the rifle's trigger, fully in the mood to kill. She wished she could just blow off the heads of all of them at once - simply for being members of an association that produced a group of monsters who destroyed her life.

Sadly, she had to restrain herself for many reasons.

"I cahn see zem clearly now," Lizabeta said after several minutes of joining Ebun in her discrete observation.

"They are the members of the gang, right?" Ebun asked for affirmation's sake.

"Y-yes. Zey...zey ahll hev zat look and zey valk vith ze sem kind of gait."

'Nice. Curtis will saunter around very soon."

So they kept watching from above. Ebun made sure to keep her head and the remaining parts of her rifle on low levels so that no one would see them. Minutes later, more men stepped out of different buildings - strange men with strange auras, dressed in suits, more denim shirts, three quarter jeans and even turtle neck shirts.

Eighty percent of the buildings that could be seen on the streets were clearly sublets that were occupied by the members of the gang.
And some of those buildings included a mini microfinance bank, apartments with algae-filled exterior walls, the green building, a small clinic a few meters away and the same kiddies shop from a while ago. Ebun was infuriated simply by the fact that these demons dared to look like regular men.

As she studied all of the men, she made mental notes and planned how she was going to tell it all to her sister when next she traveled back to Nigeria. It would definitely excite her sister to know that she'd seen the Black Vipers Mafia sublets and had even managed to find the leader of the gang in just one operation. She also couldn't wait to tell her sister that her theory had been right. The existence of the organization was definitely a revolutionary move.

They'd also hurt another innocent person like her and she got the chance to fight for the victim and for herself. She could already picture how her sister would rant and squabble about how much she must have endangered herself. She could see the clear image of Yemisi's eyebrows shooting up in surprise and the cute looks of it made Ebun smile involuntarily. It was amusing for her to realize that she was getting fond of her sister.

The smile vanished from her face when Lizabeta tapped her shoulders with an urgent force. That was when she realized that she'd momentarily averted her gaze from the gun's camera view.

"Look!" Lizabeta pointed below at a velvety skinned man who'd just stepped out of a food mart below a blue three-storey building with a red apron tied around his waist. There was a cut of a love shape on the centre of his head which was quite absurd and unfitting for someone who was supposed to be a worker at a food mart.

Ebun would have totally believed that he was a worker at the mart if it wasn't for his ridiculous haircut which made her want to take another careful look at him.

"Is he the one?" Ebun's eyes shone with excitement when she realized why Lizabeta had told her to look.

"Yes!" She would also have been excited if she still wasn't so hurt from all the pain.

Ebun spared another look at the guy who was still standing at the entrance way of the food mart, talking to someone discreetly on the phone. After a proper glance, she shook her head disapprovingly as the glee in her voice vanished. "Although, this man might be a member of the gang but he's not the one in the photograph I have. He's not our target." She brought out the photograph Sean gave her from the pocket of her jacket and gave it Lizabeta.

Lizabeta took a long look at the photo. The person in the photo was a fair skinned man with a slimmer face shape than the one who was still standing outside the food mart. Then with disappointment in her eyes, she shook her head. "He's not the one," she revealed, referring to the person in the photograph.

"What?" Ebun asked in a high pitched voice and laughed out her frustration afterwards. "What do you mean he's not the one? Sean told me that this was the guy you pointed at when he showed you a couple of images from the internet. How can you say he's not the one?"

"I...I got eet mixed up ahgain. Ze person zat Mr. Sean shoved me vas another geng member vho beat me up in high school. I zink I told you ze story." She scratched her neck and blinked at Ebun like someone who was really having a hard time jogging her memory to accuracy.

Ebun was even more angered by Lizabeta's obliviousness to how annoying she was. How could she not know that she was such a pain in the neck? As she looked at Lizabeta who was looking back at her with teary eyes like a kid who'd just done wrong, Ebun felt like slapping her.

"So how the hell am I supposed to believe you now that you say that the guy down there is the person we've come to kill?"

"Ze incident vith zees guy kheppened more recently and I've only been attacked a few times in zees ceety so I'm more sure of ze zings zat kheppened to me here zan in ze other ceeties vhere I grew up. I just mistook ze guy in ze photo for Curtis because he has also khoort me physically before."

"Are you sure that this guy below us is Curtis and not just one random gang member that looks like an attacker from your past? Please take your time to reflect and remember. Think very well for your own sake so you can be happy that the right guy got the punishment that he deserved."

Ebun was frustrated with Lizabeta's poor recollection ability and if the man below them was really Curtis, then there was even a high chance that the bastard would escape his death just because she was wasting time in trying to make sure that Lizabeta was pointing towards the right man. What was that foolish thing she said earlier about Viktoriya being the most difficult victim to deal with?

This crack head beside her was definitely in first place for that position now. She was also aggrieved by the fact that she had no idea what the leader of her assaulters looked like. If she did, her emotions wouldn't be subjected to this series of draining mind games.

Fortunately enough, the man was still standing on the same spot - at the entrance of the shop. Although he was no longer having a conversation on the phone, he still remained where he was, digging his hands into his pockets very often in a leisurely manner and using the tip of his shoe to draw small marks on the ground's sandy patch.

It seemed like he was waiting for someone and was trying to while away time as he did so. This meant that Lizabeta had a little more time to think properly. Ebun chewed on her lip and tapped the body of her gun playfully while she waited for Lizabeta.

"Yes, Miss Eboon. He's ze one," Lizabeta affirmed after the long while of silence. "I remember clearly now. He even has zees funny tattoo somevhere ahround his leg. He's a tall dude with a mixed color zat cannot be ahccuretely described. But I saw his tattoo clearly vhen he pounced on me. eet look like a snek."

Ebun's heart pounded as she remembered some of the details Gaius had given her. Now, she believed Lizabeta a little more and perhaps, this time, she was right. The dots were fully connected now. From Lizabeta's story of how the rape happened to the background of the assaulter and even his physical features (the tattoos being the only accurate description that Gaius could also remember of the leader), it was plausible to say that Curtis G. Levi really was Grigory Levin. She could trust Lizabeta.

In addition to her certainty, she considered the fact that this was an area that was close to the headquarters of the Black Mafia's organization. Ebun took another look at the guy below. His complexion was really in between different hues and even she couldn't quite place finger on it - on whether he was light or dark skinned.

Although, he was wearing full length jeans which didn't give her the opportunity to see the tattoo around his ankle area, she was sure that it was him. She'd also given Lizabeta time to think about it and she affirmed her claim after thinking deeply. He looked suspicious with that haircut and even with the tattoo of fangs that she could now see on his arm.

So she aimed her rifle from the edge of the rooftop. Then she lowered it to a certain amount of the degrees which was precisely centered towards his head. When it was perfectly targeted at him, she took a deep breath, pressed her fingers against the trigger and held the gun with firmness. Her focus was solely on her new prey and the whole of the city seemed to vanish completely in her sight. But before she made her final move, she paused for a moment and asked Lizabeta again just to be super, super sure.

"He's the one, right?"

"Yes, he's ze one," Lizabeta's voice was firmer than she had ever heard it from the short while she'd gotten to know her and that meant a lot.

Then, Ebun pulled the trigger.

The bullet traveled several inches from its fired point and pierced the flesh on the forepart of his head. This sent him staggering back immediately and within seconds, he was on the floor at the entrance of the doormat, lying in a small pool of his blood. Ebun fired more bullets at the man as all the pellets traveled at a silent pace and punctured several holes in the man's body. She did this for the sake of killing the man who also raped her and not just Lizabeta.

It was very crazy how one could be alive and full of breath in one moment and then become without it in the next moment but it definitely served the bastard right for robbing her of her joy. When Ebun watched the punctured parts of his body flow with more blood, she smirked, full of pride for a job that was well done.

Or so she thought.

Ebun was still relishing in the joy of her work until from one corner, she saw an old woman with a hand of full of grocery bags rushing towards the dead body that was lying on the doormat outside. The woman dropped the bags she was holding and fell to the ground, beholding the bloodied, gory sight of the corpse before her. Half of his face was already gone, lost to the holes that the pellets had perforated on them. The woman placed the man's body on her lap and began to shake his shoulders. She tapped his hands, forcing him to wake up.

Ebun was confused as to what was going on. She'd expected the gang members to be on the run right now, looking for who had just dared to kill their leader so they could fight back. But what was this? Was this man a mummy's boy or... or...

When a thought dropped in her mind, the smile on her face disappeared and a horrified countenance dominated every muscular fiber of her face. Slowly, bile rose up to her throat, eliciting a nauseous feeling that spurred her to want to puke. That was when she heard the faint words of the old woman which echoed from the distance.

"My son! My son! Vho did zees to you? Vake up! You told me to meet you khere! Vhat are you doing on ze floor vith blood on your face?!"

Ebun closed her eyes for a brief moment, begging the powers that be that this had better be a bad, bad dream. Surely, she mustn't have killed an innocent man, right? No. She crumbled to the ground, releasing her hands from the gun. She settled on the bare ground and grabbed the strands of her hair tightly, wishing she could rip all of it away.

The nauseous feeling arose again and she could taste the bile in large quantity on her tongue's palette. With a growl, she let out the strange liquid in her mouth. For the next couple of minutes, she kept puking as though she'd swallowed a whale. She lost count of the number of times that the nausea gripped her throat and forced her to throw up some more.

When she felt clear of the queasiness, she turned to look at Lizabeta who was now shaking vigorously, her head lowered to the ground. While she fidgeted, she kept itching the back of her neck.

"He...he vasn't ze one. I meexed heem up vith-no one ectuelly. I just believed he vas ze one. I really deedn't know zat zere vas a guy vho vorked at ze mart zat looks so similar to heem."

Ebun laughed. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. The throbbing headache she was feeling now as a result of vomiting excessively might have been what caused her to hear such stupid words. Sadly, it wasn't. She wasn't hallucinating because the bitch repeated what she had said.

"I gave you time to think. How can you say this so casually, Lizabeta? How in the world can you do a thing like this?" Ebun wished the earth would open up and consume her.

"I svear... I didn't.-"

Ebun stood from the ground of the rooftop and strolled towards Lizabeta. Lizabeta walked fearfully in backward motions in a means to escape but Ebun was quick to corner her and grab her. She pulled her back to the point where they'd been staying earlier. Then she grabbed her by the nape of her neck and forced her to look below - at the old woman who was still mourning over her deceased, innocent son. Then Ebun whispered into Lizabeta's ear with an acerbic smile on her face.

"This is what your rotten memory has caused. You accused a man who wasn't guilty of molestation and you made me kill him. You made me murder a blameless man. You lured me to take the life of a man who was innocently expecting to meet his mother in the next few minutes and you think this is funny? You think this is child's play? Huh?"

Ebun pressed her fingernails onto the back of Lizabeta's neck, digging deep into the rough flesh until it ripped open, revealing a dot of blood which caused her to groan loud in pain. "I'm so sorry, Miss. Ebun. I'm so sorry."

"Nah," Ebun's smile widened as she pulled out a smaller gun from her jacket. "Don't apologize. Pay for your foolishness with your life."

Then she pressed the hole of the revolver into the Lizabeta's head and fired the gun. Lizabeta slipped away from her grip and fell backwards but she didn't fall to the ground of the rooftop. Instead, she fell off from the high building they were on and landed harshly on the road a few feet below with a loud crash. Her head split open, revealing fragments of her skull.

Ebun had selected her weapon very carefully and she even knew how to suppress a gun. So even though her shooting had been quiet, Lizabeta's fall wasn't. Now it had attracted attention because she could hear shrieks and screaming multiplying below her. In due time, everyone below would know the building in which she'd fallen from meaning that she didn't have much time left to run away.

But how was she going to escape successfully when she was all alone in this foreign city and Sean was miles away, in Moscow?