Jetfuel, Chapter 3, A Sunday Story

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Chapter 3

The city’s winterscape was Hallmark-card spectacular and frosty…

Neroot shivered not from the frost that had set in across the downtown high-end streets of winter in Toronto (The Big Smoke), but because she had sensed imminent danger in the form of two AK47s aimed at the back of her skull, in the present moment.

Her employer, the clandestine branch “O’s” motto in Latin inscribed on her Glock 42: “quoquo modo“…by any means necessary, was her only real proof of her authorized status: to neutralize assassination attempts.

In an instant… before the two AK47- toting assailants had a moment to react…

Neroot jumped… extending her left leg backward, hoping to land a kick to at least one of her assailant’s heads.

She landed a kick to the throat of one of the assailants. The first of the two assailants’ body lunged backward. The AK47 darted from the assailant’s hands, landing a few short meters harmlessly from Neroot’s descending feet.

As Neroot landed from her jump spinning in mid-air to face her attackers, she was close enough to see the North45 branded logo on the ski mask on the second assailant’s face.

Neroot, with one well-practiced blow, in her signature unorthodox fighting style…

…head-butted the ski masked assailant with her forehead. The second assailant staggered violently backward from the sudden blow.

Then, the ski masked assailant slumped knee-first and unconscious to the ground, inexplicably, still gripping the AK47.

In an instant, Neroot disarmed the ski masked assailant by twisting the person’s trigger finger backward until the second assailant who was still unconscious let loose the AK47.

Adrenaline pulsing through her body at high velocity…Neroot could feel her temples visibly throbbing from her body’s response to its fight for her survival.

Her hands shaking from her encounter…Neroot steadied her breathing.

She collected the two AK47s, removed their firing pins and bullets, and disposed of most of the weapons parts in a nearby dumpster.

She kept, by tucking them in her bra, the AK47s’ firing pins as evidence for Branch O’s further investigation into this recent threat on her life…one of many.

Neroot worked swiftly, keeping as low as possible knowing that the person/sniper was still out there somewhere.

That sniper who had fired at her, had killed instead her ex-husband in the driver seat instantly, a few minutes earlier, as she and he had traveled in the dark green Audi now wrapped fortune-cookie style in a lamp pole down the street.

That sniper (Neroot made a mental note) was still out there somewhere…perhaps waiting for her to exit the alley back onto Bay Street in downtown Toronto’s winterscape.

Neeroot frisked the two now unconscious assailants looking for clues…

They were … not his (her now deceased ex-husband’s) two men whom she had met earlier in the Royal York hotel underground parking.

No! These two persons (one male, one female) had zero clues to their identity. No fingerprints (their prints burned off by laser surgery), no identification, no money, no phones, nada. And, their clothing was devoid of any tags.

In short: they were trained professionals.

Neroot pulled the ski mask off the second of the two assailants. The person was female… and…

…To Neroot’s shock…

…It was like gazing into a very creepy mirror!

Because the still unconscious female assailant who had worn the ski mask…

…had her (Neroot’s) exact face, scars and all…!

***To be continued Next Sunday ***

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Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Published by Suzette Benjamin

Positive thinker, inspirational, writer, faith

57 thoughts on “Jetfuel, Chapter 3, A Sunday Story

  1. Let me start out early to slowly reply
    And make my first reply before I wash my hair

    🧥The city’s winterscape was Hallmark-card spectacular and frosty…🧥

    And a spectacular introduction to the 2nd chapter.
    Actually let me pop in at Hallmark to trace a Toronto Winter

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    1. Glad you enjoyed the nod to the sno-globe beauty of Toronto winters. Thanks in part to lake-effect fluffy snow from the neighboring Great Lakes Region.
      Lol…popping into Hallmark.. Enjoy!!

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  2. 🧥Her employer, the clandestine branch “O’s” motto in Latin inscribed on her Glock 42: “quoquo modo”…by any means necessary, was her only real proof of her authorized status: to neutralize assassination attempts🧥

    The O’s, wow the lexicon of spying have have fascinating name sounds. I like the look of this one, so well -rounded, with an interesting inscription on her pistol. Neutralize is a great word, no second thoughts, she is justified !!

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  3. 🧥her signature unorthodox fighting style…

    …head-butted the ski masked assailant with her forehead🧥

    I wonder what the unorthodox style of fight is.
    With head-butts, could it be cage fighting?

    🧥North45🧥
    Must be a very special brand

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    1. Regarding: “What the unorthodox style of fight” Great thought/answer…at cage fighting. The writer left no clues, but you got it! Well, spotted…more to come!!.

      Yes, North45 is a Montreal Canada popular brand for ski masks/balaclavas and ski scarfs for ski-goggles. They are made from merino material, with special features in the fibres and design, to allow the wearer to breathe through the fabric safely.

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      1. Lol, I just had the feeling with that butt head and maybe trained in kick boxing I think, just reading how she uses her legs and feet.
        Such a disciplined and well-trained human being

        Oh that is a special quality of these masks or balaclava for the sport

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      2. Well done! Love your discernment!!
        Yes, discipline is key in this line of work for the heroine’s survival in this one.

        Yes, absolutely, breathing in cold weather and plus the exertion of exercising require special gear.

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  4. 🧥Then, the ski masked assailant slumped knee-first and unconscious to the ground, inexplicably, still gripping the AK47.🧥

    Lol, he must be so in love with his AK47

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  5. 🧥sniper who had fired at her, had killed instead her ex-husband in the driver seat instantly, a few minutes earlier, as she and he had traveled in the dark green Audi now wrapped fortune-cookie style in a lamp pole down the street.🧥

    Fortune cookie style, lol, neatly smashed up.

    Great paragraph summing up the earlier events that brought us here.

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  6. 🧥sniper (Neroot made a mental note) was still out there somewhere…perhaps waiting for her to exit the alley back onto Bay Street in downtown Toronto’s winterscape🧥

    So she is being hunted by two different and unrelated parties?

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  7. 🧥These two persons (one male, one female) had zero clues to their identity. No fingerprints (their prints burned off by laser surgery), no identification, no money, no phones, nada. And, their clothing was devoid of any tags.🧥

    Laser surgery to change their life and heart lines?
    Wow I have to get my head around that

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  8. 🧥the still unconscious female assailant who had worn the ski mask…

    …had her (Neroot’s) exact face, scars and all…!🧥

    Oh goodness
    She’s been perfectly cloned
    Did this secret body get hold of her cells?

    This is a hectic development
    But didn’t you allude to this possibility in the first episode?

    Fantastic start and thrilling end to this Sunday’s chapter ✍👏👏👏

    I wonder what she will do with her replica!!!
    Suspense

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    1. Great question all…more to come on the female with our heroine’s exact face!

      Regarding alluding to this chapter’s turn of events yes it was diagnally hinted at…more to come! Well spotted.

      Thank you is never enough to express my appreciation for your marvelous combing through the relics of the author’s words piecing together present clarity. Blessings to you, abundantly!

      Happy Sunday.

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      1. Fascinating plot, with a double out there worling against the original heroine’s mission.

        I always delight and looking forward to reading your Sunday Pages

        Much blessings too
        And a happy Sunday to you.

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  9. Somehow I missed that it was Toronto and that he was her ex. I had to go back and reread chapters 1 and 2 to see how I missed them. I noted Bay St at the time but thought it could have been anywhere and I do remember reading the Big Smoke, but I don’t know it as TO’s nickname, I think I just know Hog Town and more recently The 6ix. And I see the ex part is a new twist! Maggie

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    1. No worries Maggie, In all fairness, there are several cities with the moniker of “The Big Smoke.” The “author” did not make it clear.
      And the ex thing was a twist yes.
      Glad you are enjoying the ins and outs of the story thus far. Happy Sunday.

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