A Guilty Conscience - a (very) short story

Ah hey! Sorry for not posting for like, a month? I wrote a very short thing which was kinda inspired by this thing I saw in a movie (I don't know its name, it was on TV) about this bomb on a train and a man deactivating it.
I don't really write thriller so I'm pretty pleased with this. Also, don't ask why I named the main character after a spice, because I was stuck on name ideas.
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I walked around the car park, my eyes darting round for a suspicious-looking stranger. My heart beat fast, pounding against my ribcage. If I – the most wanted criminal on many lists – was caught, it was over. My accomplice, Nyx Freebody, was distracting the police. Here, I was all alone. Nyx had said she would send someone, but I didn’t know who. We were a formidable female group.

Without my knowing it, a woman crept behind me, and tapped my shoulder. I spun around, startled. I could hear the faint jingle of keys in her jeans pocket, the very keys I needed to unlock the briefcase, start the bomb, and watch the train station blown to bits.

The woman’s hair was blonde, but not that pretty, honey-gold color. It was almost white, and her eyes were quite dark, so they stood out strikingly from her hair. Her skin was also quite pale.

“Here are the keys,” the woman whispered in my ear as she got close to me. “Cayenne Fox, don’t fail us now. The briefcase is in the trunk of the light blue car, 4390, ASUT. Windowsill,” she said, and then she was gone.

I felt the cold keys in my hand, their edges cutting into my palm. Windowsill, I remembered. The codeword. Cayenne Fox, don’t fail us now. The echoes of her voice were etched into my mind. “I won’t fail you,” I said out loud, even though I knew she could not hear me.

I ran, panting, to the light blue car. I suspected it was Nyx’s, as there was an N scratched into the paint, struck through with an arrow. I couldn’t help smiling. Nyx would never learn not to mark anything that belonged to her.

I opened the trunk with a little forcing. Surely, the briefcase was there, pitch black, and it gave me an uneasy feeling to look at it. It’s all for the greater good, I told myself. The briefcase was heavy, and my conscience was battling with my instructions.

I lugged the briefcase to a place where I would not be seen. It was right behind the train station, and in a good spot to explode. I unlocked the briefcase, but it took me a good ten minutes to do it. I first unlocked one lock, then another, then another, then another, and the last one was a little stuck. I tugged and twisted on it with all my might, and then it finally clicked open.

Suddenly, I heard the wail of police cars in the distance. My head rang with voices. I’m Cayenne Fox, wanted criminal, on top of the list for many countries, and I’m in cahoots with the notorious Nyx Freebody, and a mysterious woman with platinum hair and dark eyes…

I shut the voices up. This was no time for my guilty conscience. I could dwell on all this later. I had to do my work and pull myself together.

My hands fumbled with the wires, and I could hear the sirens getting closer, and closer. My hands proceeded to sweat, and my forehead was wet with beady drops.

Finally, I had arranged the bomb. It would explode in a matter of ten minutes. I took a deep breath, and ran round to the parking lot, stealthily, swiftly, making sure no one was paying much attention. The car park was practically deserted. I yanked open the car door, started it up, and drove away as fast as I could, a stream of gas spewing in my wake.

I would probably get fined for going over the speed limit, but that was just a meager sum of money. I could go to jail for setting a bomb, and I certainly didn’t want to.

I heard the explosion from a distance. Boom. The station gone, just like that. So many people wiped out, because of one bomb.

I glanced behind me, at the backseat. A large, black gun was placed there, shining and ominous in the sunlight. Nyx had obviously left me prepared. I gave a shiver, and focused on driving the car far away, as far away as possible.

Cayenne Fox, don’t fail us now… Cayenne Fox, don’t fail us now…it kept repeating, echoing, throwing itself around my mind.

No. I swerved the car sharply. I couldn’t, and wouldn’t fail them. I hadn’t. I drove steadily on to the mountains, to where Nyx and the platinum-haired woman were sheltering.