Chapter 5. The lady under the hood
The sun sets on the horizon from the establishment of a guns store. The owner of the place, a bald, heavy-set and tough-looking man, insistently wipes the glass of the counter while he waits for the arrival of his last customers of the day, complaining between times:
- Salesperson: Damn. It's amazing how this place gets so dirty. All those guys leaning out like children in candy store against the glass, and in the end they leave without taking anything.
On a built-in television in the corner of the store, commentators can be heard talking about topics related to a filmmakers event that would take place the next day. The seller ignores the schedule, taking it more as an accessory for the store. Everything follows its course naturally, until an electronic bell rings, indicating the entry of a customer to the store. It is a slender figure, of a little short stature, hiding his identity under the shadow of a hood, only showing a lock of dark hair that fell on the brown complexion of his face, but denoting certain ways and details that to the expert eye they gave her away as a woman. The salesman, seeing her approach, stops her cleaning mission, and welcomes her client with cordiality:
- Salesperson: Good morning, miss. How can I help you?
- Mysterious Woman: I need a weapon. Light and portable, silent, easy to use.
- Salesperson: Kind of for a beginner I guess.
- Mysterious woman: * nods *.
- Salesperson: Good. I have some models that may interest you. For example, we have here (...)
- Mysterious woman (interrupts): I don't know about those things, so let's skip the technical details. Make the best choice for me. Price is not a problem.
- Salesperson: Hmm (...) If that's your decision (...). Although at least I would like to know what you are going to use it for, I mean, to make a better decision for your needs (…) Target practice, perhaps?
- Mysterious Woman: More like hunting.
- Seller: Agreed. Hmm (...) I see (...) Let me search the inventory.
The salesperson goes to look for a weapon with the aforementioned specifications by the woman, thinking about what kind of person it is. For all the data she showed, it seemed like the typical case of a left and hurt housewife who was carrying out a carnal murder in progress, but thinking about that kind of thing was as bad for business as asking for a license to carry a gun, so he merely did his job, since whatever it was, he would find out later on hearing the news.
After a few minutes, the seller returns to his buyer, this time accompanied by a small box, from which, unpacking its contents, he takes out a small pistol and carefully places it on the counter in front of the woman.
- Salesperson: Here's what you asked me. Is it okay?
The woman takes the gun in her hands, perceiving it with some fear, and at the same time with enough confidence for what she was about to do.
- Salesperson: So (...) Well?
- Mysterious woman: Itis perfect, but (…) does it work?
- Salesperson: Of course. Tested and certified by our suppliers, so far without any claims. But, if you like, there is a shooting area in the back of the store, in case you like to test your purchase.
- Mysterious woman: No. I believe you.
- Salesperson: Busy woman, right?
- Mysterious woman: Something like that. I have a date tonight, and I am getting late for it.
- Salesperson: In that case, I won't take your time anymore (…) Will you pay in cash, I have to guess?
- Mysterious woman: You guess right.
The salesperson finishes explaining to the woman the little basics of using the weapon, such as how to load it, remove the safety, point and shoot. After that, the transaction takes place, and after a "cold goodbye," the woman hurriedly leaves the room along with her most recent purchase. After the woman's departure, the salesperson prepares to continue cleaning his sideboard, still vaguely thinking about the strange intentions of that woman, ignoring again the show programs that pass on television, which showed the photos of his guests, and, among them, a famous film director named Kris Lemington, announced along with his wife, the renowned actress Lara Harrigan, a beautiful woman with a slender figure and a little short stature, smiling broadly at the camera, going on the arm of her husband, showing up her beautiful green eyes only behind a lock of dark hair that fells over the brown complexion of her face.
Meanwhile, the mysterious woman walks quickly, somewhere, with her new and lethal companion, being able to see anger gleam through her green eyes barely visible under the hood.
It is night. The gray clouds drizzle sadly on the impassive surf of the coast. A shadow peeks through the glass from a luxurious apartment located on the heights of some renowned building (...).
---> To be continue... (/°u°)/