Swiss' point of view.
Today makes it five days since Ace was rescued. She was not that injured, and she was unconscious when we did.
We came home with the driver that could have taken her to the lab where her brain would have been tampered with.
The whole family were so confused about what was going on, because it was Fada's close friend that gave us the mission, and could he know about it.
The whole thing really seemed like it was a set-up, and Fada would not stop until he fished out the fish who was secretly eating the fish in the school.
We need to get to the source of these complicated scenarios, and that's why Fada brought home the driver.
At our home, we threatened the driver and made him regret working with the oil company's manager.
But he was being professional and would not lay down any information to us.
With all that we did to him, he refused to tell us a thing.
We played the nice police and the bad police. We threatened him we would inject him with those injections, but he stood firm on not telling us.
Not until yesterday that Ace went to observe him like she normally does that we got all we wanted from him.
With Fada's deal, he accepted to drive us to the location of our target.
He informed us when we got near the location, and I came down from the ambulance to position myself, so I could have my sniper hitting.
Ave worked from home helping us target their cameras and communication systems. Helen was in the ambulance watching the movements of the security officer outside.
Mince and Vesta went in with the driver, and when they were going in, one of the guards was speaking with the driver.
I couldn't hear them from my stand, but I could see them. Immediately when they went in, the guards started approaching the ambulance. Ace from home spoke with Helen to inform her of the incoming.
The guard shot at the side of the glass of the ambulance, and was about to go in.
I put him down from my side, and that notified others.
Most of them focused on the ambulance, and they started moving towards it. I never relent in executing them one after the other.
I informed Helen to get out of the ambulance through the back door when the spot got cleared as instructed by Ace, who was watching from the CCTV.
Out of nowhere, a bomb dropped on the ambulance and blasted it into pieces.
Just Helen and I were putting bullets into their legs and arms.
There were many of them, but it was easy for us to pin them down with our tactics, just Ace, Helen and me.
We soon put them all down and in moments, Mince and Vesta came out with the driver, having already captured the target we came for.
Finally, we have our man, and he was well beaten for his stubbornness and overconfidence.
Mince's point of view.
We were inside the building still looking for a way to get close enough to our target.
The fat driver was surely helping us out. I was amazed by the facilities this man is building over here.
All the security members here were at least suspecting every move of us. If not for the nearby drone bomb that Ace hacked and directed on the ambulance, we might not have come close to achieving our aim.
I reported to her our situation, and she gave Swiss three minutes to clear off the spot with her sniper, so Helen could escape from the ambulance.
In exactly three minutes, a drone bomb descended on the ambulance and all the guards' attention was shifted there.
Vesta and I took advantage and downed all the remaining men inside. Our target was escaping while the shooting was going on. It was the driver that helped force him down with a gun to the target's head.
Even with the gun pointed at his head, he wouldn't stay put until the driver hit him on his head twice with the gun.
When we took charge of holding him, he asked the fat driver for the reason he helped us. The driver answered him that we had been good to him, and we even figured out what he liked eating best within a couple of days, unlike him, who had always been wicked and badly strict.
"These people promised me freedom to see my family, and even promised me money. I had to take the chance". He said.
He further lamented that the man never allowed him to eat properly while he himself ate as much as he wanted, like a pig, and he never cared about his family.
When the former military guy heard all those words, he forcefully set himself out of my grip, and headbutted the driver as he called him a worm.
He was full of vengeance and would not let the driver go. He pushed the driver on an iron chair and cut open the driver's back. Vesta stepped in to stop him, and he messed with the craziest of us.
He splashed disgusting saliva on Vesta's face, as if that wasn't enough. Vesta was going to clean it up when he headbutted Vesta on her chest and kicked her.
I was immediately full of pity for him. I was ashamed of the way blood would be taken from him already by my sister.
Even though Vesta was yet to lay a finger on him, I already knew the only thing that was still keeping him alive at that moment was that Fada wanted him alive.
I kept editing the kind of look he would be wearing after Vesta dealt with him in my head.
Vesta was standing right in front of him looking at where to start dealing with him with vicious hateful eyes, and he made it all worse by kicking her again.
Damn! Oh mine! All I edited in my head never came close to what he looked like when Vesta was done with him.
He was mercilessly beaten black and blue. You couldn't have said he was beaten by a young woman, Vesta.
In all this, it was the driver that forced laughter out of my pitiful mood. He was rolling himself on the ground in laughter, mocking his former boss.
He was demonstrating how the man looked with his fat body, and it was total comedy.
I couldn't help but laugh, even Vesta, who was in a hateful mood, laughed.
We took the man and walked out of the building with the driver, and the whole security outside had gotten one or two bullets in their legs and arms.