She peered through the crack on the door and saw a couple of man walked across the street into a nearby restaurant. The street was empty except for a homeless man sleeping under a worn out box at the mouth of the alley with a cart full of junks at his feet. She could smell the bitter stench of dead animal from him.
She held her breath and silently sighed, calculating in her next. Her next move, the road she will take, the alley she will slip into, the car she will steal, the bridge she will cross under and the building she will use to hide out for the night. Tomorrow, a ship will anchored at the harbour for exactly ten minutes. She needed to be there before the ship sails away. The plan played in her head. The map of London freshly engraved in her mind. She must move forward. If she delay any longer, she will get caught.
She can't get caught. Not with the package in her pocket.
Siria gulped and shook her head. This time, to calm her nerve.
Slowly, she pushed the door slowly and stepped out from the shadow. As soon as she was out in the open, she quickly picked up her pace and rushed towards the street. A spectacled brunette walking behind her stopped dead on her track as soon as she saw the blood dripping from Siria's head. From the corner of her eyes, Siria saw the woman reaching into her pocket, perhaps, to call for the police or an ambulance.
Siria cursed under her breath. She can't deal with this right now. No time to lose. She pulled her hood over her head and scampered away; not looking back. As soon as she reached Aglo St, she turned left into the Angus St and finally into the alley between a Steak Grill & Pub and an old library.
But as soon as she stepped into the dark alley, the hair behind her neck stood up. She stopped. Her eyes fixed on her right leg, which already disappeared inside the darkness. Something's not right. She can feel herself being watched. Someone was there, burning hole on her back. She turned. The street was empty. Not a single soul.
"No," she thought. "Something is not right." Her heart raced. Her instinct told her to return to Anglo St and take a subway, but if she does that, she will run the risk of being spotted by one of those surveillance camera. The alley can provide her a good cover and it can save her the trouble of being caught in a crowd. Besides, she will be able to cut through the freeway and into the Middleton Park quickly, where she can steal a car and make her way to the bridge. The alley was her best shot to get to the rendezvous in time but now, the darkness seemed menacing, like an imp branching out from the devil's hand.
She took a couple of step back and stared into the tunnel, where the ground bent in the undergrowth. The light at the end of the alley caught her eyes. She can see the park from where she stood; the bench, the trees, the grass. Maybe she could make it if she run. She looked at her watch and cursed. Time is ticking.
This is not the time to stand and ponder on her options. She must make a run for it or double back. At this point, she would rather go through the darkness and face the invisible devil possibly hiding behind the wall rather than taking the subway. Too much risk, too many surveillance, too many potential witnesses, so many probabilities. No. This is a safer road.
She bent her body forward as she clutched on the package she had in her pocket, afraid that it will drop if she run too fast. "One," she counted in her head.
"Two," she closed her eyes and prayed to the moon. "Please, let this be alright."
"Three!" she opened her eyes and she ran as fast as her legs can carry her. She sprinted through the alley like Usain Bolt in an Olympic game. Her eyes were set on the park at the end of the tunnel.
"Almost there," she panted. As the opening grew larger in her sight, she reached forward and gave herself a final push, before a sharp pain struck the back of her head. The ground slipped under her and she landed on the ground with a loud thud! The world around her churned and her hands fell limped beside her.
She tried to push herself off the ground and cried for help but her muscle was burning. She chocked on her scream.
"Not a strong lad, this one." She heard a deep voice coming from above her but her head was too painful to move. She opened her mouth to speak but her voice caught in her throat when a cold blunt metal touched her temple. She cringed. Panic took over her body but before she could even tremble, a loud bang broke the silence in the alley and her head jerked. The killer made around her body and could not help himself but to grin when he saw her faded pupils stared blankly at his Clarks. He bent to the lifeless body and took the package out of her pocket.
"Too easy..." the killer said, almost complaining. Throwing a final glance at the raven haired corpse, he walked away, leaving his 'job' in a pool of blood.
"Time for some beer!"