BLIND ANGEL

Lara is an extremely beautiful blind pregnant lady, musically talented and blessed with a good doctor as her husband but one bad day, one bad night, she found herself in the middle of gunfire with the enemies she can not see.

"Move in," Teddy barked, his voice cutting through the chaos as he issued orders over the comms that each of his comrades wore in their ears. His tone was commanding, leaving no room for hesitation. "Form up on me. Secure the briefcase. I repeat, secure the briefcase."

Without wasting a second, the men around him sprang into action, moving forward with calculated precision. Some took positions behind whatever cover they could find, while a few others attempted to advance through areas that were less heavily targeted. However, the enemy's bullets found their marks, one by one picking off those men as they tried to push forward. Bodies hit the ground, each thud a stark reminder of the deadly stakes.

Lara had been lost in her own world, her mind adrift in the soothing melodies playing through her headphones. The music had transported her to a place far removed from the present, a serene escape where nothing could touch her. But that fragile peace was shattered in an instant. Suddenly, the world around her began to shake violently, yanking her out of her reverie and throwing her into a state of noisy, chaotic dissonance. The abrupt shift left her disoriented, but she had no idea that the true chaos was only just beginning.

Confused, she lifted her headphones from her ears, letting them rest around her neck as she turned around to find the source of the disturbance. There was a lot for her to process but either the music had turned into something else or it sounded like people were shooting around her. She took her earphones off and could hear the loud pelting of bullets as they made contact with concrete, with flesh. She screamed and ducked. In her fear, she made a run for it and ran directly into one of the men who had already been killed. His body fell close to the car and she tripped against him, falling down. Her hands broke the fall but pain shot up her hand and her arm in sharp bursts. She called out for Ken, screaming at the top of her voice. She couldn't see and couldn't hear Ken's voice, unaware that he was just over thirty feet from where she knelt down on the mossy ground, calling out to him.
Off to the side, about thirty-five feet to the west, was Lara. The gunfight was unfolding around her and she looked utterly terrified.

"LARA!"
Ken's voice rang out. She was standing near his parked car, completely oblivious to the deadly situation unfolding around her. Panic gripped Ken as he realized how vulnerable she was, on the ground and in the dirt with all the shouting, and the very real danger that was rapidly closing in on her. Literally anything could happen to her.

"LARAAAA!" Ken screamed again, though this time his voice was weaker, barely carrying through the air. His earlier strength was rapidly draining away, the blood loss sapping his energy and leaving him lightheaded. He crumpled to the ground, the pain intensifying as he landed hard on the side where he had been shot. A scream tore from his throat as the impact sent fresh waves of pain radiating through his body. He rolled over, arching his back in a futile attempt to alleviate the agony that consumed him.

From his position on the ground, he looked up at Lara, but all he could see were her legs, just a few feet away yet feeling impossibly distant. Even though she was only a short distance from him, she seemed so far out of reach, as if an insurmountable chasm had opened up between them. Now the saga begins, because the Mafian's briefcase has found its way into the blind lady's vehicle. The bad night is about to get worse...