Chapter 136 Danielle paced back and forth on her dormitory balcony, the cool night air brushing against her skin as she tried Elliotâs phone again. Straight to voicemail. He must be on assignment.
Her gaze hardened as she opened her email, scanning the detailed report Emery had sent.
[Scorpion: Second-in-command of the largest drug cartel at the border. Ruthless, cunning, and paranoid. A permanent fixture on the international most-wanted list, yet still untouchable.]
Danielleâs jaw tightened. Sheâd heard of Scorpion before. Once a mercenary, heâd gone on to co-found a company that posed as an investment firm but was, in truth, a colossal drug empire.
Attempts to infiltrate the cartel had ended in bloody failures. Even the families of undercover agents werenât spared.
This mission had all the markings of a trap. Scorpion wouldnât risk his neck without a calculated plan. And with 100 million dollars on Elliotâs head, the danger was palpable.
She grabbed her phone and made a call. Her voice was calm but firm.
"Itâs me. Deploy additional forces. Take the helicopter. Head to Westlandâs abandoned warehouse immediately. Elliot is likely there on assignment.
Ensure his safety at all costs. Capture Scorpion alive if possible," she added before hanging up.
Hearing the call, Taylor jolted awake, startled by the sound of Danielleâs exclusive ringtone.
Usually, Danielle never called at this hour unless something was wrong. Quickly answering, Taylor heard Danielleâs voice giving orders.
"Yes. Iâll bring people over right away. You donât need to worry about it; Iâll handle it," Taylor said.
As she hung up, Danielleâs gaze shifted to the dark expanse of the night sky. "Elliotâs sharp eyes stayed locked on Scorpion, his gun unwavering as he issued a cold command.
"Surrender now. You wonât get another chance."
Scorpionâs lips curled into a sinister smirk. "How about we make this interesting? Letâs bet on whether you can catch me tonight... or if youâll leave here in a body bag."
Elliotâs gaze hardened, the air around him practically freezing. "Keep talking, Scorpion. When I bring you in, letâs see if youâre still laughing."
Scorpion leaned back slightly, his demeanor eerily composed. "You think you can catch me? Thereâs a reason Iâve been on the most-wanted list for years, untouchable. Youâre in way over your head."
Elliotâs team shifted, tension rippling through their ranks. Scorpionâs arrogance stoked their anger, and it took all their discipline to stay in place.
"Stay sharp," Elliot warned his men. "Eyes on the targets."
"Justice will never be absent. Today, youâve fallen into my hands, and there will be no escape for you."
But just as the atmosphere reached a breaking point, a gunshot rang out.
A bullet shot through the air, heading straight for Elliotâs temple.
"Captain!" one of his men yelled.
At the last second, Elliot sidestepped, the bullet grazing his head and leaving a shallow wound. Blood trickled down, but he barely flinched.
Scorpion seized the moment, pulling out his own weapon and firing.
Chaos erupted. Scorpionâs team, armed to the teeth, engaged Elliotâs men.
Hidden assassins emerged from the shadows, joining the fray.
"Take them down!" Scorpion barked, his voice echoing through the warehouse. The other team members quickly reacted, taking cover and returning fire. In an instant, gunshots erupted throughout the Westland warehouse.
Hidden in the shadows, Justin fired his weapon, joining the fray. The people who had been involved in the transaction immediately grabbed their guns and started shooting back. They knew that if the military got their hands on them, they wouldnât make it out alive-better to fight to the death.
"Guys, kill these reckless fools! If they try to take us, weâll make sure they donât leave!" The gunfight intensified as the enemies pinned down most of the team.
The battle was brutal, with bullets flying everywhere. A single wrong move could end in death. The air was thick with the smell of blood, and it was clear that some had already been hit.
Justin noticed that the assassins were targeting Elliot, and he rushed to his side. A few assassins had surrounded Elliot.
On the other side, Elliot fired first, taking out one of the attackers with a shot to the leg.
He quickly turned and shot another assassin squarely in the head.
Elliot and Justin were working seamlessly together when, suddenly, Scorpion noticed Justinâs position.
Two gunshots rang out, and the bullets hit Justin squarely in the back. Blood sprayed out, soaking his clothes as the pain contorted his face.
Elliot saw it was Scorpion who had shot, and with lightning speed, he returned fire.
A few quick shots hit Scorpion in the arm and abdomen.
Just then, another assassin, hidden in the shadows, found Elliotâs exact location. The bullet sped toward his heart like lightning.
Elliot wasnât prepared, and the bullet pierced through his chest, blood pouring out like a fountain, staining the air with its thick, metallic scent. Despite the pain, Elliot ignored the bleeding wound and quickly fired back at the assassin who had shot him. The assassin fell to the ground with a thud.
"Boss, we need to retreat. A large group is on their way. If we donât leave now, itâll be too late!" One of Scorpionâs men rushed over, urgency in his voice.
Scorpionâs expression darkened-reinforcements from the military had arrived. It seemed he wouldnât get to watch Elliot die after all. "Elliot, this is where we part ways. I hope you die soon."
He sneered, "Our Elliot really loves to play with fire. You better not disappoint him," before striding off.
The assassins, seeing Elliot, now regarded him like a hundred million dollars, all scrambling to shoot him.
Both Elliot and Justin had been hit. Blood continued to pour from their wounds, their bodies growing sluggish from the pain. Another bullet struck them both.
At that moment, more than a hundred armed men stormed in from the outside, and the situation escalated quickly. Scorpion had truly spared no expense in trying to kill Elliot. It seemed like today might be the day Elliot wouldnât make it out alive.
Not A Small Town Girl (Danielle and David)
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