53. Venom kills

Guru Gobind Singh Jayanti...

1500+ words...

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The dim glow of the monitors cast sharp shadows across Amrita's face as she leaned back in her chair, her sharp eyes fixed on Divya, who was busy typing away on her laptop.

The faint hum of machinery filled the silence until Amrita’s voice cut through it.

“What are you doing here?” Amrita asked, her tone cool yet curious.

Without sparing a glance, Divya replied flatly, “My job.”

Amrita smirked, the corner of her lips curling slightly as she pulled out a chair and casually sat down beside her.

Her presence was commanding even in her relaxed posture.

“Well, did you find someone?” Amrita asked, her gaze shifting to the screen in front of Divya.

Lines of code and surveillance footage flickered on the monitor.

Divya paused, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she turned her head slightly to look at Amrita. Suspicion gleamed in her sharp eyes. “Why?”

Amrita leaned closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous edge. “Well, I’m in the mood to kill.”

Divya blinked, her brows raising in mild disbelief before a smirk tugged at her lips. “Are you on your periods?” she asked casually.

Amrita’s sharp glare was her only answer. The silence stretched for a moment before Divya shrugged and turned back to her screen.

“What if you get cramps?” Divya teased, her tone playful as she continued typing.

“When did I ever?” Amrita shot back, her voice sharp and unwavering.

“You sure about that?” Divya pressed, her voice tinged with amusement as her eyes flicked to Amrita.

Amrita’s lips pressed into a thin line as she crossed her arms. “Would I get anything out of him?”

Divya sighed, leaning back slightly in her chair, finally breaking her focus from the screen. “Well, if you try hard enough… then definitely.”

Amrita smirked, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Send me his details.”

Divya’s fingers flew across the keyboard again, her focus returning to the monitor.

After a few seconds, she turned the laptop slightly toward Amrita, showing a profile pulled up on the screen.

A man’s face stared back at them—stern, confident, but with an air of arrogance.

“He’s involved in some illegal trades—arms, specifically. He’s been flying under the radar, but I managed to dig this up.” Divya explained, her voice sharp and professional now.

Amrita’s eyes scanned the profile, her sharp gaze taking in every detail—the face, the connections, the listed locations.

"Is he connected with our Special guy?" Amrita asked

"Why else would I be concentrating on him?" Divya said menacingly

“Perfect,” Amrita said softly, her voice carrying a chilling edge.

Divya glanced at her, her expression serious now. “Don’t get reckless, Ritu. Periods or not, this guy’s surrounded by dangerous people.”

Amrita’s smirk returned, but this time, it was sharper—almost predatory. “When have I ever been reckless, Divi ma?”

Divya shook her head slightly, muttering under her breath, “One of these days, your confidence is going to get you killed.”

Amrita stood up, cracking her neck slightly as she turned towards the door. “Send me the location. I’ll handle it.”

As she walked away, Divya sighed, her eyes following Amrita until the secret door slid shut behind her.

“God save whoever’s on the other end of her mood today,” Divya muttered, returning her attention to the laptop screen.

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The night was heavy with mist as Amrita stepped out of her car, her boots hitting the gravel with a sharp crunch.

She adjusted her leather gloves, her sharp eyes scanning the dimly lit warehouse ahead.

A faint glow seeped through the gaps in the metal sheets, and the muffled voices of men echoed in the distance.

She pulled out a small earpiece and inserted it. Divya’s voice crackled in her ear.

“Ritu, you’re at the right place. Five men are stationed outside, heavily armed. The main target is inside. Be careful—he doesn’t play nice.”

Amrita smirked as she crouched behind a pile of crates, her eyes locking onto the guards. “Good. I’m not here to play nice either.”

Before Divya could reply, Amrita moved like a shadow. Silent, precise, deadly.

The first guard didn’t even have time to react before Amrita wrapped her arm around his neck, twisting it sharply.

A muffled crack, and he crumpled to the ground. She quickly dragged his body behind the crates and moved forward.

The second guard turned the corner, his flashlight sweeping across the space.

But by the time he realized he wasn’t alone, Amrita was already there.

She lunged forward, her knee slamming into his stomach as she grabbed his collar and smashed his face into the metal container nearby. Blood splattered as he fell unconscious.

“Two down,” Amrita whispered, her voice steady.

The remaining three guards were huddled together, smoking cigarettes, their rifles lazily slung over their shoulders.

Amrita narrowed her eyes, calculating.

With swift precision, she grabbed a discarded glass bottle and flung it across the yard.

It shattered noisily against the wall, drawing their attention.

“What was that?” one of the guards muttered, raising his rifle.

“Go check it out,” another ordered.

Two guards moved toward the noise while one stayed behind. Amrita seized the opportunity.

She dashed forward, her knife glinting under the faint light. In one smooth motion, she grabbed the lone guard from behind and sliced across his throat. His body dropped without a sound.

The other two guards, hearing a faint noise, turned around. But it was too late.

Amrita was already upon them. She tackled the first one to the ground, snatching his rifle and using it to shoot the other square in the chest.

The loud crack of the gun echoed through the night as the second guard fell backward.

The guard pinned beneath her struggled, but Amrita pressed the barrel of the rifle against his temple.

“Where’s your boss?” she asked, her voice cold and sharp.

The man’s eyes widened in fear. “S-Second floor… office room… please…”

She pulled the trigger. Silence followed.

“Guards are clear. Moving in,” Amrita muttered into her earpiece as she discarded the rifle and picked up two pistols from the fallen guards.

“Amu, security cameras detected movement inside. They know someone’s here. Be quick!” Divya warned.

Amrita kicked open the warehouse door and slipped inside. The scent of oil and metal filled the air.

Machinery hummed in the background, and faint light flickered from a distant office window on the second floor.

Two more men appeared at the top of the metal stairs, guns drawn.

“Stop right there!” one of them shouted.

Amrita responded with two swift shots. Both men fell, their bodies tumbling down the stairs.

She ascended quickly, her eyes locked on the office door.

She didn’t bother knocking. With one powerful kick, the door slammed open, and there he was—the target.

A middle-aged man with a cigar in his hand, sitting behind a desk cluttered with stacks of money and blueprints.

“Well, well… you must be the infamous Venom,” he said with a crooked grin, leaning back in his chair.

Amrita stepped inside, her pistols aimed at him. “And you must be the rat Phantom dug up.”

The man chuckled, blowing out a cloud of smoke. “You’ve made quite a mess out there. But you’ve walked right into my den, sweetheart.”

With a snap of his fingers, three armed men stepped out from the shadows of the room, guns pointed at her.

Amrita smirked. “You brought three? For me? I’m flattered.”

Before they could react, Amrita lunged to the side, firing both pistols simultaneously.

Two men dropped instantly, clutching their wounds. The third fired at her, grazing her arm, but she was faster.

She rolled across the floor, came up behind him, and slammed her pistol into the back of his skull.

The target, now panicked, scrambled to grab a gun from his desk, but Amrita was already there.

She knocked the weapon away and pressed her pistol under his chin.

“Please… please don’t…” he stammered, beads of sweat rolling down his face as panic set in.

Amrita leaned in closer, her voice a low, venomous whisper. "Hmm... I'll consider it, if..." she paused, her eyes locking with his in an unnerving stare, "you give me his coordinates."

"W-who’s c-coordinates?" The man asked, his voice shaking, sweat dripping from his brow.

She narrowed her eyes and gripped his collar tightly, pulling him closer.

"Oh, you know exactly who I’m talking about," she said, her tone icy, "Your boss. The old Vicky."

The man’s face went pale as he gulped, eyes darting around, trying to find a way out.

"I-I don’t know where he is!" he stammered, his voice trembling.

Amrita’s grip tightened on his collar, her fingers digging into the fabric as she pulled him closer, her gaze never leaving his.

"Don't lie to me," she growled. "You’re his right-hand man. If anyone knows where he is, it's you."

"I swear, I don’t—" He was cut off by the sharp, cold glint in her eyes.

"Stop lying," she interrupted, her voice low and dangerous. "You’ve got one chance. Give me his location or I make sure you’ll never see the light of day again."

The man’s breath hitched, terror flooding his veins. "P-please," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I can’t. He... he’ll kill me if I say anything."

Amrita’s lips curled into a cold smile. "Then I guess it’s your choice," she said calmly, her grip still unrelenting.

"You can either tell me where he is, or I can make your life a living hell. Either way, you're not walking out of here in one piece."

For a long moment, they stared at each other in silence, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

Finally, the man broke. "Fine!" he shouted, his voice cracking under the pressure. "I’ll tell you, just... just don’t hurt me!"

Amrita’s smirk widened, but there was no hint of satisfaction in her eyes. "Good choice," she said softly, releasing him. "Now, talk."

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