BREAKING LOOSE 🔗:

Morning finally came; I woke up to the smell of fried eggs.

“Good morning Val,” Parker said as I walked into the kitchen, I smiled at the sight of him battling with the frying pan’s handle in an attempt to make breakfast.

“Here, let me help you with that,” I volunteered, taking the spoon out of his hands, he didn’t resist. “You could get set for work already,” I told him, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“You sure?” He asked, I noticed how restless he had been at the frying pan and it was obvious he was running out of time already. I simply nodded and watched him walk into the bedroom. He returned minutes later dressed in his usual white button up shirt with folded sleeves and black pants with his badge fitted firmly into his belt.  He looked very much like when we first met, at the interrogation room after Morgan was murdered 5 years ago. He was the only one who sensed a hint of truth in my side of the story.  We got to know each other from that moment and he visited from time to time while I was in custody and now here I was, making him breakfast.

“And oh! Happy Valentine,” he fixed a stalk of flower in my hair as I collected the cup he had used for coffee.

“It’s beautiful.” I smiled, I needn’t be reminded it was Valentine’s Day, it was February 14 and I had engraved that date on the walls of my cell room for as long as I could remember. “Happy Valentine to you too,” I replied, placing another kiss on his cheeks.

“See you in the evening,” he said walking out of the apartment. “And stay safe,” he added as he hopped down the flight of stairs. I watched him drive off before rushing to the shower for a quick bath and moments later I was at the mirror knotting my hair into a ponytail before curling it with a hair stick. I got a glimpse of the scar that had been permanently placed on my lower jaw and it brought back memories of that event, memories I dreaded to think about.

I left for the post office later on; It felt all new again having to walk freely without guards having a stern eyes on you or inmates cursing at you. The only eyes on me were the unsuspecting eyes of the crowd at the post office. Things had hardly changed, it still looked the same with crowded people and scattered conversations raining in the air. It had been a while since I saw this many normal people in one place. I made my way to the escalator, Box seven eleven I reminded myself as I walked towards the long line of shelves on the second floor. My hands dug into my purse for the key Rhoda had smuggled into the cell; it was the key to her post box which had a parcel in it for me.

The taxi pulled up in front of a condo with the address that had been printed on the parcel. It was on the outskirts of town, in a neighborhood that was utterly quiet, except for the barking of the dog from the house across the street and the rustling of leaves by the gentle breeze. Everything was just like Rhoda had described it. I securely locked the door as I got into the house that seemed deserted for a long time considering the dusty air that welcomed me. It looked beautiful with all the exquisite furniture and paintings that hung on the wall, it was a complete opposite of prison but there was no time to adore this beauty so I made my way to the kitchen just as I had been instructed and walked over to the large dining table that had been finished with Italian wood. The table’s top split in two and opened into a well loaded mini arsenal as I turned the knob of one of the drawers. I smiled, just what I needed. Rhoda’s words came to my mind again, the crib’s not as beautiful as it looks.

“Thank you Rhoda,” I whispered to myself as I loaded the black leather bag that had been neatly folded into one of the drawers. IMI mini-UZIs, Glock 17s, Shotguns, AK-47s, Auto rifles, Sniper rifles, this arsenal had it all. I changed into something ‘sexier’ from her large wardrobe before heading for the basement. There was a black BMW M5 sitting in the dark chill of the basement, it looked quite normal except of course, until it came to life. 

The engine revved, my day had just officially begun as I took the tunnel in the basement which led to an alley.

“Welcome Redshiv, please activate Robin function.” I was startled at the computerized female voice.

“This isn’t Redshiv,” I blurted, smirking about Rhoda’s code name.

“Operation failed, Voice mismatch.”

“Override pol’zovatelya  [Russian: User Override]” I said, hitting the accelerator as the car increased its speed. I still couldn’t figure out why Rhoda had secured her car with a Russian password.

“Override successful. Welcome User, please listen to-”

“Get me directions to 86 & Park,” I interrupted, not interested in having a conversation with some unseen computer. Co-ordinates popped up almost immediately on the screen on the dashboard. I took a sharp turn, heading for the shortest route. 86 & Park was no new place for whoever had had been involved with drugs and alcohol, it had been nicknamed Devils See Through because of the many drug dealer that lined the block but had never been caught by the police. It had been a regular spot for me before I got busted and I was going back but for a different purpose this time.

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