Wrong answer!

The night air was damp and the sky was void of night stars. Everything felt like a movie setup as tension was Thick in the air.

Mrs Steele, donned in an all black attire, stepped out of the Prado that held her with a bag, waiting for something they all couldn't seem to understand.

Hidden behind the bushes were some skilled men, carefully selected for the intricate mission. They were told to remain in the bushes until the supposed people picked up the bag but it seemed like the plans were changed.

Madam Steele was yet to drop the bait and instead stood firmly with her eyes hidden behind some dark rimmed glasses. It felt like she was trying to pass a message, one that they obviously weren't the recipients as they couldn't understand what she was doing.

No doubt, she looked pretty and intimidating. Her countenance was rock hard and supposing she wasn't a woman, they'd have all found their individual ways out of the place.