My Last Mission
Every Ending is a New Beginning

I felt something touch my face. Turning to lay on my back I opened my eyes and looked up, it was raining. Not caring I just laid there and stared at the grey clouds and lightning in the distance. As it started to rain harder, I closed my eyes and let the rain drench me. It felt as if the rain was washing all my troubles away. As I felt the ground turning to mud, I could hear footsteps approaching. they got closer and closer. As the footsteps came to a halt I saw a manly figure above. Before I could make out his face he dragged a board over the hole they threw me in. Then it was dark.
I was awakened by the sounds of cars driving on the ground above. I wondered what was going on. Someone removed the board. I shielded my eyes, the sunlight was blinding. As my eyes adjusted I saw a rope ladder get thrown down and someone coming down with it. I got up and braced myself. It was a man. He didn’t speak he just grabbed me and pushed me towards the ladder. As I climbed he held the bottom of the ladder. When I got to the top there was a woman and two other men standing on each side of her. She turned and looked at one of men with her and asked,
“Why is she in a hole?”
He shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know ma’am.”
She sighed, looked back at me and started staring at my clothes. I knew I looked a mess.
“Hello, my name is Amanda.” She held out her hand with a smile on her face. “You must be Nicole?”
“Yes, am I supposed to know you?”
“No dear.” She covered her mouth as she laughed. “Nobody does.” At this point I was confused.
“What do you want?”
Amanda finally stopped laughing and said, “I want you to come with me, you need a shower and some clean clothes. I bet you’re famished as well.” She made a hand gesture for me to follow her, I was hesitant but I gave in and followed her to an RV.
“There is shower all the way in the back and a change of clothes.” said Amanda as she and her men sat down at a table. “We’ll be right here when you’re done. We have a lot to talk about.”
After finishing my shower I stood and looked at myself in the mirror. I put my hair in a high bun. I knew exactly what these people wanted. They clearly didn’t know who I was though. I opened the door and walked out the bathroom.
“Finally!” said Amanda, “You’re done, now let’s get down to business.” I sat at the table, there was a suitcase on the table. Amanda noticed I was looking at it. She picked it up and put it on the floor.
“Why am I here?” I asked.
“We are part of an organization who specializes in special people.
“I’m not special.” I said.
“Oh but I think you are, otherwise how would you have survived all that silly mess that went down dear.”
“I guess I’m lucky, is there something I could help you with?”
“I’m glad you asked.” She smiled and turned to one of her men. “Go get our other friend would you please.” The man left.
“What do you mean friend? I thought I was the only one here.” Amanda smiled as if she had won something. The door opened, as the man walked back into the RV he had a girl with him. She was dirty like I was, she looked scared but I could see right through her. She carried herself as if she was taught to act scared. I looked back at Amanda I don’t think these people knew what they were getting themselves in to.
“What’s in the suitcase.” I asked Amanda.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” I was getting impatient.
“You do realize who’s in control of this situation, right?” She asked. I looked at her and her men.
“Not you.” I flipped the table, as the man on the left reached to grab me I blacked out. That’s a thing I do. I don’t know why but I hate it. When I came back to reality the other girl was staring at me.
“What are you looking at?” I was breathing hard, trying to catch my breath.
“I’ve heard about you.”
“I don’t care.” I looked around for the suitcase, grabbed it and headed out the RV door. I didn’t know where I was going but I was going somewhere.
“So where are we going?”
I stopped. Turned around and just stared at the girl.
“I’m sorry, my name is Amber.” She was smiling.
“Is that name supposed to mean something?”
“No. But I know we’re two of the last people left from the organization.”
I turned back and started walking,
“So?”
“So we should do something with that.”
I looked down at the suitcase and thought, maybe we should.
“What’s your name?” Said Amber.
“Joshua.” He said frighteningly.
“Amber stop picking on him.”
“What? We’ve been looking for someone to open that stupid suitcase for three weeks now.” She turned back at Joshua “and everyone else has disappointed us,” she whispered in his ear.
“I can get it open.” Said Joshua.
She patted him on the back and said,
“Great!” she then walked out the room.
An hour and a half went by and I decided to check on Joshua. As I walked up to him I saw he was doing something sketchy on the computer.
“What are you doing?”
Startled he closed out the tab he was on,
“Nothing.”
“I just saw Amber on your screen, I’m going to ask again. What. Are. You. Doing?”
“Well I wanted to know who you two were.”
“Where’s the suitcase?” I asked.
“It’s over there, I opened it thirty minutes ago.”
I went over to it. When I opened it, there was nothing in it. I threw the suitcase against the wall,
“Why is it empty?”
“The only thing that was in there was a little black book. The other girl came and took it not too long ago.”
I walked outside, the car we had stolen was gone. I went back into the abandoned warehouse we’ve been staying in for three weeks together.
“Do you think you can find her?”I asked Joshua as I walked towards him.
“Of course I can.” He smiled, turned to his computer and got to work.
I sat down. I can’t believe I let this little girl play me like that. It’s kind of my fault she was off from the moment I met her.
“You know after the organization you were at got put down the only thing people are talking about on the dark web was a little black book that contained top secret information about everyone and everything in the world and also where to find $20,000.” Said Joshua. He turned around, I think she’s been playing you this whole time.”
“Yea I think so too.”
It took a minute for me to realize that I’m the last one from the organization. That book belongs to me. It’s only right I get it back.
“Okay I found her. She’s in a parking lot on Southland Avenue, that’s not too far from here. You can actually walk.”
“Thanks, but I think I’ll run.”
I got up and walked outside, then I ran. I ran as fast as I could. When I got to the parking lot, Amber was leaning on a car. The book in her hands.
“Waiting for someone?” I asked her out of breath.
“Oh hey Nicole.”
She turned and smiled at me.
“Yes I’m waiting on my boss.”
“Give me the book back Amber.”
Ignoring me Amber asked,
“Is your last name Franklin? Because there is a woman in here who’s name is Lisa Franklin, who keeps talking about a Nicole Franklin.”
She walked towards me a little bit,
“Mhm. I guess we’ll never know, because you’re not getting this book.”
I don’t know who my mom is but I know her name is Lisa. If that book belonged to her then I definitely had to get it back. I charged at Amber, she dodged me.
Amber laughed at me and said,
“You got to be a little faster than that.”
I didn’t want to black out but I had no choice. I charged at Amber again, then everything went black. When I came back Amber was laying on the ground holding her head and I had the book in my hand. I could see a helicopter coming at us in the distance. I took off.
I couldn’t go back to the warehouse. I found an old motel to
rest at. I walked in the room and sat down on the bed. I knew I had to keep moving but I wanted to get a glance at what was inside this little black book. There was coordinates on where to find a key that unlocks a storage containing $20,000. There was also information about everything. My plan was to get that money and then find my mother and then I’m done with this life. As I was getting up to leave there was a knock on the door. I guess my last mission starts now.
About the Creator
Lat’icia Rodgers
21 years old, writer, Cosmetologist and Mother to be.



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