Helen's point of view.
What could have been wrong with us? We were going on a mission, and we didn't have anything to protect or defend ourselves with.
Overconfident, they say it kills. Yes, I confirmed that with what had just happened to us.
We were so confident of ourselves to the extent we left ourselves unguided. We were not wearing bullet-proof vests. None of us did.
Ace, got the door open. We were hoping to be welcomed by the scent of stacked money, but instead, we were welcomed by fire from a gun in the hands of a fierce, ugly, scarred-faced man.
That bullet was aimed at me. I was far gone in shock due to the circumstances we were in. If not for Oscar, who threw herself in front of me to get the bullet on herself, I would be the one dead by now.
I clearly saw the face of the ugly, scarred-faced man as he kept releasing bullets into my sister's body.
I couldn't move an inch, seeing Oscar shaking as the bullets pierced through her flesh.
She stopped shaking when Ace bravely got up and quickly closed the door on those men.
It was her blood that gushed from her mouth to my face, and her falling body that hit my chest that called me back to my normal sense.
I carefully laid down her body, and I was going in to meet the man, but Vesta held me back. She threw me on her shoulder, and commanded others to carry Oscar, who was swimming in blood, and we should vacate the hallway.
If Ace had not been brave and held the door, we would all be dead at the scene.
We have been to missions and performed excellently well, but in just one mission now, we lost two sisters.
Ace's point of view.
It was the depression of the last failed door attempt that was still in my head when I opened the one which we met our downfall.
A quote says, "Don't be depressed by your mistake, learn from it".
But I wasn't learning from it. I was instead, downed by it.
I got the door opened, and I should have noticed the presence of the people on the other side of the door, but the depression got me carried away, and I could even have got shot for it if not that I was kneeling.
After a couple of gunshots, I bravely closed the door, but Oscar was shot twice.
Among all of us, Oscar has the quickest thinking mind, and that was why she reacted first to jump in front of Helen.
The bullet could have gone straight into Helen's chest. I saw Oscar lying on the ground, soaked in her own blood as the door I was holding was being shot by the men inside.
If I should leave the door to escape with my sisters, the door will be flung open and that will give the men the chance to shoot us at will.
I stood by and held it for them to escape. It's better to lose two of us than we all die on the same mission, on the same spot.
As my sisters left the hallway, the firing stopped. I felt the door was banging from the inside, the men were trying to break it open.
I left it to make my own escape. Unfortunately, when I got to the door that leads to the hallway, it was locked from the other side.
I was really damned. A heavy bang on the ground made me look behind, and I saw the door had been broken by the men.
Among the family, I have the joint smallest stature. Mother and I are the same size.
And the men that came out of the door. They were well-built, very fierce, and muscular.
I am not sure if one of them would feel me hitting him after repeatedly giving him a blow on the same spot ten times.
Anyway, I have to take my chances. They were walking down on me, and I started getting myself prepared for a fight they wouldn't forget for the rest of their lives.
Eight years ago, I was with Fada and Vesta in training. One of our earliest lessons was, when you are engaged in a fight, firstly, try to look for weaknesses in who you are fighting.
All fighters have weak hands. Either he uses both hands or not. If there are many, it means you have the best chance.
When Fada taught us that, I just couldn't believe it. I asked Fada again, "How could I have the best chance against a lot of people in a fight?".
His answer was, I am the target, all their attention will be on me, and wherever I move, they will follow me, and that gives me the best chance to lead them wrongly, and deal with them using their weaknesses.
Those courageous words boost my confidence. Just like Fada had taught us, firstly, I counted them with my eyes and brain. They were fifteen men, good.
The first one came, and he was underrating me on my appearance. It's only because I had to deal with others that didn't permit me to kill him.
Actually, these men were strong and tough, but they lacked tactics, and I soon brought them down to three.
When we first started this fight, it was one that came. It's the way I brought him down that made them all run on me at once.
Now, just three left, and they changed their strategy. They started coming one after the other. I was feeling cool and full of confidence.
It was the idiot that shot Oscar that was up next. I was going to beat the hell out of him. I was imagining him getting well beaten by me, and life ascending from his falling body.
I got to him, and brought him down, even faster than the others, and I kept punching him on his face on the ground.
It was a heavy bang of a stick at the back of my neck that got me on my knees. I went on my knees in heavy pain, and blood ran out of my nostrils.
The floor started spinning in front of me as I was kneeling face down.
I tried to regain my strength in seconds as I didn't want my family to lose two daughters at once.
I put myself right back together and jumped on the man, my teeth almost got removed into his flesh due to the hard bit I gave him.
I bit him deep on his neck. He could not breathe properly. I was feeling his blood in my mouth, but I didn't care. It was the two others that forcefully released him from me.
I was losing strength and captured. I was then transported to another place.