"Salvatore Faye, owner of Faye Industries, passed away yesterday night. The police are still investigating his murder. Witnesses claim to have seen a man in a motorcycle race by Faye's limousine and open fire with a rifle. Witnesses are still being inter-"456Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFarLRieZV6
Sara turned the tv off. News of her father's death had been all over the web too, she was tired of hearing the same story all over again. A man in a motorcycle had shot at her father through the tinted windows of a limousine. Eight bullets had struck his body, he was dead when the police arrived, and so was his chauffeur, one bullet to the head.456Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYv5XiH7ylm
Sara wondered how the killer knew where to shoot, and what kind of rifle he used to pierce through bulletproof glass. In her head, she combed over a list of suspects, but it was far too long to give her clarity. Her father was a billionaire with a talent for making enemies. Surely one of them had hired a professional assassin, this was no ordinary drive-by shooting. The killer was eerily precise.
Sara's phone laid on her bedside table, tons of unanswered calls reflected as missed calls on the screen. This wasn't the first time she'd lost someone. Sara was an officer in the national guard. But this time, it was her father. The only family member she had contact with. Her mother had left when she was very young, leaving the country to live a life of luxury with the settlement of the divorce. Salvatore had been a reckless cheater, and Sara's mother had gathered enough evidence to leave with a large sum of her ex-husband's money.
Members of Sara's unit in the army were well aware that she'd lock herself away in silent mourning when she lost someone close. Three of her comrades had died since she joined, New York City wasn't what it had been years before, neither was the entire country. After a downfall in the US economy, the crime rate had risen to a dangerous extent. Especially in the recently founded city of Bludhaven. A haven, it was. For some of the most treacherous criminals in the country. The police had given up years ago, they wouldn't dare enter Bludhaven without a good reason or undercover, sometimes the government would send in the national guard if riots formed. Sara had seen gory scenes of gang wars, riots, and mass murder in that city. She wondered how it still stood.
Salvatore, however, had been murdered in New York City, in plain traffic.
The young woman's thoughts were interrupted when there was a knock on the door to her penthouse. She quickly grabbed a gun from under her mattress, and clicked off the safety. Slowly stalking towards the door, she had the gun pointed straight forward, "Who is it?"
"Sara, it's me, Sam. I know you like to be alone when something like this happens, but... I just wanted to check in on you. May I come in?"
Sara let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, and put the gun down on top of a cabinet. She pulled her blonde hair into a messy bun, and opened the door for her best friend, and member of her unit, Samuel Mauville.456Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7X7tKAva1N
As soon as he walked into the room, Sam's trained sight discovered the gun stashed on top of the cabinet, "Were you planning on killing me? And here I was thinking we had a good friendship."
Sara gave him a small smile, "It's just a safety precaution."
"If your father's killer were to harm you, he probably would have done so just to hurt him, you'd have been dead first. I think you're safe, but one can never be too sure," he put a warm, reassuring hand on Sara's shoulder, "Just try not to kill your friends."
"I'll try my best."
Sam's expression suddenly became grim, "You should start getting ready, the funeral's at three."
"I wouldn't miss my own father's funeral, Samuel. I'll be ready on time."
"Good, because I'm picking you up. I don't like the idea of you driving alone to your father's funeral. I'll be here at 1400 sharp."
"Thank's Sam, I'll be ready."
Time flew by, soon it was 2:00pm, 1400 in military time. Sara wore an all black outfit consisting of a fancy shirt, pants, and a leather jacket, and waited in the lobby.
Sam walked in looking handsome as per usual and clean-cut in a black button-up shirt, and a white bow tie. He carried a bouquet of white roses.
Sara suddenly felt underdressed. Sam noticed the change in her expression and said, "You look beautiful, Faye."
His sleek jet-black hair was fixed up with hair gel, and behind his comforting smile, his chiseled jawline was tense.
The pair drove up to a dazzlingly beautiful cemetery for the rich and wealthy, which looked more like a park, where the funeral was being held outside.
Sara's friends, mostly members of her unit, hugged and kissed her and gave her their condolences. She thanked them and took her assigned seat in the front row, Sam seated on her left. The chair on her right was empty, and had a sign that said 'reserved'. Sara looked at Sam, confusion plastered on her face, "Who's this reserved for? Everyone's here."
Sam shrugged, "Maybe one of your father's friends."
"Dad didn't have many friends, those he did are all here. I'm telling you, there's no one left to show up. This must be a mistake."
She got up to ask about the mysterious reservation, when a young woman walked up to the casket, put a black rose on top of it, and walked back to the chairs. Without stopping to look at anyone, she removed the reserved sign, and took the seat to Sara's right, all eyes on her.
Sara stared too, flabbergasted. The girl had light brown hair and hazel eyes, a couple freckles, and she wore a long black dress with a plunging neckline, revealing a chest and arms full of colorful tattoos. She waited for the funeral to start with a nonchalant attitude.
Sara was suddenly outraged, anger hit her like a wave at the sight of the tattoo-covered girl, probably one of her dad's mistresses, "Excuse me, but, who the heck are you?"
The girl with the chestnut colored hair, and deep hazel eyes had a coldness in her fixed gaze when she said, without a care in the world, "I'm Jada."
This infuriated Sara even more, "What business do you have here? How did you know Salvatore Faye?"
The girl's lips curled into a cheeky smirk, a bit malicious, "Oh, my apologies for not introducing myself, my name is Jada Skylar Faye, born and raised in Bludhaven. My business here? Well, the dead man on that casket, I'm his daughter."
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