EMMA POV

Two weeks came by like the wind in spring, fast. It was six pm, I was gearing up, my white hair was up in a tight ponytail, my gun in its case, my black leather jacket and fitted cargo pants and combat boots. Set and ready.

‘It’s not too late to back out, Em.’ Kelvin says handing me my earpiece. I roll my eyes and shake my head making my hair bob sideways.

‘No way.’

‘Alright. I believe you’re ready. Keep the earpiece on, in case anything comes up.’ He instructs

‘Roger that. Where’s Sakura?’

‘Right here.’ She enters

‘Ready?’ She asks

I nod

‘Alright then. The party...