4 Elena

4

Elena

The room was in chaos. And not the people running around and everything falling apart in disarray. One of my guards was lying on the floor, clutching his side, the doctor and two nurses cowering in the corner.

I kept my gun pointed at the nurse who entered during my phone call. She was standing beside Antonio’s bed, the heart machine beeping and going towards flatline. Smells of medicine and blood lingered in the air.

“Close all the gates in building A,” I spoke to my ear piece, keeping my aim steady. “Call backup and stay on the guard. We have—”

“Now, now,” the woman spoke, her voice soft yet firm, flashing her hazel brown eyes at me. Her hair and face was covered, but I could notice the intense emotions swirling in her eyes. “There’s no need for backup, Agent Elena. I am not here to hurt anyone.”

“How old are you?” I asked her instead, flickering my eyes at the slit on Antonio’s throat, his eyes half open. He was dead. So it must be a personal matter that she came here to k