Red Trance and Murders
Chapter 3: Contract Killer
Warda's side,
She has to do something, right now. Zayan's family would arrive at Warda's house looking for him.
Ibrahim's connections in the other side 'the old Armaanpur' would help her.
Her way to 'the old Armaanpur' is 18 hours long on her vehicle, a 'family car'.
But halfway to the city, she encountered her posters around. Shoot as soon as you see, guilty of 27 murders.
She just did 1 murder in her life and now Ibrahim's files are on her name.
And then...
Her car crashed. The owner of the other car slammed his hand on her car.
Warda couldn't process anything. She just knew she has to run away from those people.
The tension kept rising, she broke the glass on the driver's side and made her way out of the other door.
Warda had the body to not get caught by hand, but the eyes.
'Zubair Akhtar'
A well known criminal in the city.
His car crashed with Warda's.
Zubair- Warda.
Warda turned back, recognized Ibrahim's friend.
Warda- Zubair.
They both are in Zubair's car now.
Zubair- This is what happened with you. But I'll help.
Warda- So I'm safe from police.
Zubair- No, you'll have to kill more on the way. Death is meant to be yours, 27 murders, what are you even doing.
Warda knew she couldn't fix anything, accepted Zubair's offer.
Zubair- Good, you'll stay in the barber shop, don't ever get the mask off your face.
Warda- Barber shop, this is weird, why.
Zubair- Your first contract. You'll have a separate place in there, come out when we give a signal.
Two days later,
Policeman- Khalid, Sham Bakhair.
Khalid- Sham Bakhair janaab.
Policeman- Cut my hair.
Khalid- sure.
Khalid signals Warda. She walks to the seat and stands there.
Policeman- Is she new worker.
Khalid nods.
Policeman- So let the girl's hands bless my hair.
Warda starts to randomly spray water on his hair.
Policeman realizes his another work, and shows a picture to Khalid.
Policeman- Seen this girl anywhere. She's a murderer.
Khalid gestures with his hands. Warda draws the blade from the box.
Khalid- Yes sir, I've seen the girl. Wait, your hair.
Policeman looks towards the mirror, Warda slowly removes her mask.
Policeman is terrified, cannot unsee the face of a murderer.
Before he could do anything, Warda moves the blade, splitting his vocal chord and through the neck.
Zubair- Shukriya Warda, you are part of 'the Armaanpur' now.