Fiction: Group 4
Stepping to the front of the building I knocked on the door, to my surprise the door swung forward and
made impact with my face, causing me to stumble back. “Ouch!” I cursed underneath my breath but was
shortly cut off by a high, raspy voice, which belonged to an old woman.
“What do you want? Are you that visitor? Show me some ID.”
I was drowned in questions by this woman, which I couldn’t exactly process since I just had a wooden door
slammed against my face. This was supposed to be my mission? Travel to a different country and get yelled
at by two old ladies and get my face knocked up by a door? Oh how lovely. This mission is surely going to
be great.
Whilst I was trying to put my head together, the old woman’s hand slipped through my left pocket of my
trousers and with a quick yank she had pulled out the letter that was given to me by my partner. “Hey, you
could have the manners to ask before taking things.” I said but was cut off by the woman holding a
wrinkled hand in front of my face.
“Selim, if I’m correct?” she asked.
I slowly nodded, at the woman expecting her to allow me to step into the house. But no, she grabbed me
by the collar of my shirt and yanked me into the house. For a fifty-year-old woman she’s strong. Strong
enough to pull a fully-grown man into her home and cause him to stumble forward and nearly crash into
the ground. Luckily I didn’t trip and fall face flat on the floor. Not like I needed anymore facial injures
added to the list.
The old woman shot a glare at me, folding her arms over her chest. “Do you know why you’re here, boy?”
she asked.
To be honest, I thought I was here to kill someone but obviously that was not the case.
I had placed my hands into my pockets, cocking my head to the side. “Somewhat, I thought I was here to
fill out an assassination contract, but that isn’t the case. Is it?”
The old woman couldn’t help but show off a yellow-toothed smile. “Correct! You’re here for another
reason, Selim.” Her tone changed into a much happier one, kind of, her raspy voice didn’t show much
happy emotion when it came to speech.
The old woman gripped my shoulders and pushed me into a seat. “Now listen up, my name is Ms. Lin,
don’t forget that,” she said, pointing a finger at me. “You are here to infiltrate the main factory and stop its
production and kill the head of this program. It’s a dire cause for us villagers who live in the Delta.”
I couldn’t help but raise a brow to what she had said. “I need to sneak into a factory?” I asked.
“Yes, if you’re wondering why. It’s because we are all in danger. This place is now becoming a chemical
wasteland for us villagers, just because those city-goers need to manufacture fake foods and plastic. To
where we can’t even drink our own water, eat fresh fish, or even grow crops!” Ms. Lin had a look of disgust
written in the wrinkles of her face.
I opened my mouth to speak, but she silenced me with the raise of her hand. “I’m not finished yet.”
I held my tongue, crossing my arms over my chest and soon leaning back against the large, padded leather
chair that I was sat in.
“Those who had worked in the factory were brainwashed. They are like robots. Emotionless and have no
more free will. They are trained to kill anyone who dares to stop them.” She mentioned, slouching forward
and resting her elbows against the top of her knees.
“You leave tonight.”
