Chapter 2
“KILL her with kindness,” AnasFredio’s cold voice roared from Euclid’s earpiece. “Did you get that, Euclid?”
“The fuck, Fred,” he said and smirked. “How am I able to do that? I don’t like her, even a bit.”
Agent Fred laughed from the other line. “If I were in your position, I’d rather taste that criminal before killing her.”
Euclid ignored the satire in his partner’s voice. “Get your ass here and kill that woman on your own,” he said as he watched the tall and slender woman walk out from the cheap motel where she hid for forty-eight hours. “Prostitutes were your dish.”
“Look at that body, Euclid,” Fred whistled loudly from the other line that made Euclid pull off his earpiece.
“Damn, Fred!” he hissed. “It rang in my ears.”
“Go get her,” Fred said with haste instantly. “She looks in a hurry.”
Euclid got off his pickup and followed the woman discreetly. The woman crossed the road and was about to get a cab when he caught her arm.
“Surprise, sweetie,” Euclid murmured to the shocked woman as soon he held her arm. “I’m here to pick you up.”
Colors left the woman’s fake pretty face. “Fuck!” she said and pulled her arm free. “Let me go—” she shouted. “I’ll call the police!”
“No need,” Euclid said with a chuckle. He fished out his badge from his back pocket and showed it to the people who were about to meddle with them. “NBI.”
“Let me go!” The woman shouted angrily. “I don’t know you!”
“Margaret Devera, a.k.a Anne Patag, you’re under arrest for drug trafficking and killing your Indian businessman customer,” Euclid stated and summoned Fred from a distance. “Here’s your hearse—I mean, your convoy.”
An unfamiliar white SUV stopped in front of them, and before Euclid could figure out who they were, one of the windows opened, and an armed man pointed the gun at the woman.
“Back off, Euclid!” Fred shouted from his earpiece. “They’re armed!”
With one shot, the woman’s lifeless body fell to the ground. Euclid was shot in the chest, but he still managed to pull his gun out and shot the attacker. In a split second, the SUV drove away, leaving them on the ground.
Agent Fred got off his sedan and ran towards them. “Did they kill you?”
Euclid scowled at his partner. “Who the fuck are they?” he said as he took off his shirt. The bullet from what looks like a .450 revolver is buried on his bullet-proof vest.
Fred groaned as he sat up. “Why they didn’t kill you?”
“Fuck off, Fred,” Euclid snarled and looked at the dead body beside him. “Luckily, the gunman didn’t shoot her head—”
“Or, you’ll go home bathed with grey matters,” Fred finished his words with a chuckle. “I think this woman’s whereabouts have been reported to her boss, and because the media meddled again with the police, our mission was ruined.”
“Social media doesn’t help these days,” Euclid said and blocked the smartphones from the people getting near them. “Go home and mind your business.”
“Meddling is their forte,” Fred said as he examined the dead body of their target. “I can’t believe I didn’t get a chance to know you, Anne.”
“Don’t let these ignorant people get near the body,” Euclid commanded.
“She was alive just a few seconds ago,” Fred said, holding the woman’s wrist. “I can still feel her faint pulse.”
“She was shot straight in the chest,” he said, brows furrowed. “The gunman knows where to shoot her without creating a mess.”
“Nah,” Fred stood. “They just can’t do headshot with that range. Or, maybe the shooter was a woman. And, when she laid her eyes on you, she was struck in the heart—”
“Shut the fuck up, Fred.” Euclid shook his head not for his partner’s hopeless romantic remarks but because of the sea of people starting to gather around them. “Call the medical examiner to clean this mess.”
“The sexy medical examiner?” Fred taunted and waggled his brows. “Dr. Mercones? Sounds like the sweet pastry, Macaroons—”
Euclid glared at his partner. “Quick! I wanted to go home early and grab a beer with my dog.”
Agent Euclid Mercado is an NBI undercover agent in the Philippines. He’s one of the Bureau’s most excellent and skilled Intelligent Agents and was often scouted to participate in some of the Academy’s Forensics Classes.
Agent Mercado or commonly known as Euclid Mercado wasn’t the typical type of undercover agent. His six-foot height, perfectly sculpted body built, golden skin, and facial features were remarkable, especially to women. But, because their training days taught them the fashion that will never catch any attention, they still managed to remain unnoticed and unknown.
“This case looks tough, huh?” Dr. Kriszel commented as she examined the scene. “I thought you could accomplish this in no time?”
Euclid smirked. The doctor was referring to what Fred has said during their meeting about this Cocaine Dealer Syndicate. He can’t blame the lady doctor for being insulting, Fred was the one who claimed their team’s victory even though he hadn’t seen the case backlogs.
“We’re a thin thread away from accomplishing our mission,” Fred said, not giving up. “Anyway, Doc. Have you thought about my proposal to you?”
The lady doctor knotted her forehead. “You mean, your indecent proposal?”
Euclid shook his head. His partner would never give up until he gets the heart of the doctor. Frederick was a playboy, even during their Academy days, he used to lure the policewomen with his romantic words.
He was about to get in his car when his phone rang. “Agent Euclid,” the dead tone off their Deputy Chief aired from the other line. “You and your team will be transferred to Manila—”
“But, we haven’t done with our mission here in Cebu,” Euclid cut off. “Give us more time—”
“Your next target just flew up to Manila a few hours ago,” their deputy said, disappointment was apparent in his voice. “It looks like you have been watched. Be careful this time, Euclid. We can’t lose this case.”
Euclid clenched his jaw. “Yes, sir. We’ll never fail this time.”
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