Love Worth Fighting For

Chapter 3: Target

Cointrin International Airport Geneva, 4.00 PM.

There was a strange feeling in Zwetta when she arrived in a country famous for its beauty, Zwetta was feeling a little nervous at this time. Carrying out a mission that is not easy makes Zwetta have to be careful and must not leave any traces. As a special agent who has been in her profession since she was fifteen years old, Zwetta is highly regarded by the company where she works.

Zip..zip...

Zwetta stopped in her tracks when the communication device that had just been installed in her left ear sounded, using her index finger Zwetta pressed a button on the communication device.

“Yes.”

“Have you landed Zee?”

“Just now, I’m still inside the airport trying to read the airport situation just in case.”

.....

“Don’t be crazy, Zee. Airport is a public facility, if you do anything you will...”

“Relax Ruben, I’m not a new agent. I’ve been in my job for five years, you don’t have to worry.” Zwetta cuts the words of Ruben, the CEO of the company she works for and the mentor who saves her from the **** of three crazy thugs who are after her for collecting debts from her late father who was a gambler on the streets of Manhattan five years ago.

The man named Ruben who was on the other end of the phone growled at Zwetta’s words. “Don’t mess around, Zee. Our company will be destroyed if you fail in carrying out this mission.” Ruben always said the same words to keep Zwetta from acting rashly.

“I know Ruben, trust me. The mission this time I will definitely complete easily, you don’t have to worry and just send a prayer for me from your seat right now.”

“Fuck, I’m being serious Zee.”

Zwetta chuckled amused to hear Ruben getting angry, the man who was ten years different from her was a typical perfectionist. Therefore it was no wonder that he would contact Zwetta many times if Zwetta went on a mission, like now.

“I know, Ruben. I can take good care of myself, don’t worry. I’ll make sure that bastard called Osbert dies after this.”

In Manhattan, Ruben was silent for a moment at Zwetta’s words, his jaw clenched as Zwetta said Osbert’s name. The person Reuben hated the most. “Send the head off to my office, Zee. I can’t wait for it.”

“Don’t be crazy, I’ve already closed it and don’t contact me again if you don’t want to lose an agent as great as me.”

“What do you mean Zwetta?” rebuked Ruben loudly all of a sudden.

Zwetta smiled a little. “Nothing, I’m done, I’m closing. Bye.”

Zwetta immediately disconnected Ruben’s call without waiting for an answer from Ruben, not wanting to be disturbed while she was on duty, Zwetta turned off her cell phone. Zwetta then walked quickly towards the control room, there were some things Zwetta had to do.

Armed with a map of the airport that she had obtained from the black market, Zwetta managed to arrive at the control room that controls all CCTV at the airport with Ruben’s sophisticated laptop, Zwetta managed to get what she wanted. Hijacked Geneva Cointrin airport cctv. One of the busiest airports in Europe. Like when entering, when leaving the room that only the employee could enter, Zwetta walked very quietly, without sin. Her current destination was the hotel where Osbert was staying.

“It’s time for you to end all your dirty deeds, Osbert,” said Zwetta silently looking at the photo of Osbert and his potential victim, a blue-eyed girl like herself who looks very beautiful in the photo.

Zwetta was willing to bet that the girl who was being targeted by international pimps would be much prettier than her photo. Thinking of the fate of the former victims that Zwetta had helped earlier made Zwetta shudder in horror, she couldn’t imagine what the fate of the girl whose photo she was looking at at the moment would be. Shaking her head quickly, Zwetta tried to clear the unproductive thoughts that had just crossed her head.

“Come on, Zee. You can definitely help this girl, fighting.”

****

The Ritz-Carlton Hotel de la Paix, Geneva.

“Are you sure the information isn’t wrong?” asked Osbert aloud.

“Sure boss, the girl’s name appeared on one of the manifests of a private flight to Luxembourg,” answered a young man on the other end of the phone answering Osbert’s question.

Osbert smiled widely. “It seems God is being kind to me, quickly tell me what’s the name of that Tanzanite?”

“Suri Mireya, boss.”

“Suri...Suri Mireya hmmm..beautiful name as beautiful as a person. Well then you guys get ready, tomorrow is a big day for us. And don’t forget plan B that we discussed earlier.”

“Okay boss, I understand.”

Osbert then hung up the phone and turned his gaze to Suri’s photo.

“If it wasn’t for your very high price, I would like to taste your body Suri,” said Osbert impudently as he continued to grope for a beautiful photo of Suri, who when photographed was still eighteen years old.

****

“Damn Osbert, he really is clueless.” Zwetta threw the earpiece attached to her ear just like that on the bed.

Constantly hearing what Osbert was talking about made Zwetta nauseous, successfully installing a bug on Osbert’s cell phone a few days ago when Osbert was drunk in Dubai made it easy for Zwetta to find out every detail of the bald-headed man’s plans.

“For Ruby’s sake, I have to succeed this time. The bald unknowingly has been spreading evil for too long,” Zwetta said to herself, mentioning Ruby’s only sister, Ruben, who became one of Osbert’s victims several years ago.

Ruby, who was very shocked because she was in a hotel room with the masher who bought it from Obsert, chose to end her own life by stabbing her own heart with a broken bottle.