"Good day sir". The doorman greeted politely with a nod as he opened the door. The man nodded back with indifference. He carelessly dropped the wet umbrella in an umbrella stand near the door and headed straight towards the female receptionist desk.

The plain looking woman who seems to be in her mid twenties was behind the desk. she gave the man a brief smile when he came over and continue attending to an old couple paying their bill. The man waited with both hands in his pockets while the receptionist billed the couple's credit card. He made a casual glance around the upper mid-class restaurant, taking note of its European style design and some of the guests as they enjoyed the best pasta in the city.

"Good evening sir". The receptionist said politely with a bright smile as the old couples walked away. The man stared at the old guests as they walked out of the place and then turned his attention to the receptionist. She was staring at him, the bright smile still on her face and waiting for him to say something......or make his booking.

The man studied the woman for a short while and moved his hard eyes to the mounds on her chest. And then to the name tag pinned on the receptionist right chest.

"I'm here to meet someone", The man began coldly with his eyes still on the name tag.

"Oh i see", the receptionist began, trying hard to maintain the smile on her face after seeing the scar on the man's face. "And may i know who......".

"He is in one of your private rooms", the man interrupted and looked at the screen of the monitor on the desk. "Private room six", he added.

The woman nodded and faced the monitor, mechanical in her movement. There was some nervousness in her movement as she worked her fingers on the buttons in screen.

"Mr Frank......", the receptionist squinted her eyes and took a closer look at the screen. "Mr Frank Dee..cah..",

"Decatur", the man corrected. "Frank Decatur".

"Oh", the woman smiled at the strange man with a strange surname and motioned at a waitress. "Please take Mr......", she looked at the man. "Take this gentleman to the table in room six. The customer there is expecting him", she said to the waitress quietly.

The waitress nodded and politely told the man to follow her. The man took his hands out of his pocket with a sigh and quietly followed the waitress without said a word to the receptionist. He took another look around the restaurant and one last glance at the receptionist and saw her curious gaze at him as the waitress lead him towards a corridor.


"Excuse me sir your friend is here". The waitress said to the man sitting at the table and ushered Frank into the room. The man didnt bother to look up and remained focused on the newspaper he was reading.

Frank glanced at the waitress as she left and looked around the moderately lighted room. Then he turned his attention to the other figure in private restaurant room, a stoutly built man in dark coloured suit with a red necktie. He's in his early forties and looked like a man of authority.

Frank knew the man very well. Zack Burns is the man's name. A high ranked special agent in the National Secret Service. A seemingly friendly fellow but in reality, a no nonsense man with a hard character.

The first time they had met was in a judge's private chamber. And on that day, Frank was still trying to come to terms with the events that transpired after he turned himself in to the authorities, after months of violence, bloodletting and dodging endless manhunt.

At first, Frank thought that he was being transfered to another detention facility, or perhaps a super max prison where the likes of him were being housed. Only to see himself being taken to a judge's private chamber and made to stand in chains and prison wear, and listen to an ancient looking man who talked about the best possible way of how to get rid of "a psychopathic killer", whose only intent in life is to commit mass homicide. A hundred life sentences in solitary confinement or the electric chair was the judge's suggestion. Frank was about to tell the old man to pick one and go f@ck himself before the "Big man" stepped into the office and introduced himself as Zack Burns, a federal government special agent.

Several questions from both the judge and the agent were thrown at him; a few he answered and some he just laughed at. Then what followed was alot of unexplainable events that happened so fast that it left Frank still wondering how he went from being the country's most wanted killer to a free man living under an assumed name and in a government witness protection program in a space of just one week.

He was now in the sixth month of protection program that was orchestrated by Zack Burns. A program he never requested......or ever wanted because he had sworn to rather be a dead man than cooperate with the authorities. He was still yet to cooperated, and had never been asked to do so.

"Frankie you are late", Zack began coldly with his eyes still on the paper. Frank made a quick glance around the private room and dropped his weight on the chair infront of the agent. Then the agent left the paper on the table and looked at Frank. "Care to explain why you are......". Zack stole a quick glance at his wristwatch. ".....why you are an hour late?", he demanded and rested his elbows on the table with a stern look on his face.

Frank picked up the menu book infront of him and flipped through the pages quietly while Zack steepled his fingers and waited for a reply.

"You very well know that i hate being called Frankie", Frank then began quietly after almost a minute of going through the pages of the menu book.

"And you very well know that i dont give a sh!t", Zack said almost immediately. "Hell, i might wake up one morning and decide to start calling you a dog's name...or even a cat's name. I can call you whatever the f@ck i want Mr Frankie Decatur. And you are in no position to say otherwise", he continued irritatedly.

Frank sighed and dropped the menu book on the table. "So, why this meeting on a short notice", he asked. "And if it's so important as you earlier said, why didnt you just come to my place...as usual?", Frank asked with an unblinking stare at Zack.

A faint smiled formed on Zack's thick lips. "Well, i just wanted us to meet in a environment. You know, somewhere nice", he replied and gestured both hands around the private room. "And i also want to buy you dinner", he added.

"This is unlike you.....and i hate free dinner", Frank countered, still maintaining the look on his face. He was suspicious and Zack noticed it.

"So what?", Zack asked with a smirk.

"So i wanna know the reason why we are here. The real reason", Frank demanded.

Zack looked at Frank with furrowed brows. "You sound quite sinister my friend. What's the matter, are you getting suspicious of me?", he asked.

"I'm a very careful man. You already know that", Frank replied. "And there is always a reason for a change of attitude, perhaps a hidden intention".

"So what are you say?, that this might be....a set up?".

"I don't know, or is it?". Frank folded his arms and tilted his head to the side. "But i know very well that we are not here for you to buy me dinner in a nice place".

Zack chuckled and picked up his newspaper. "Relax my friend", he began with a reassuring smile as he riffled through the pages. "If i wanted to do you, i wouldn't have to go through the trouble of bringing you here". Then he stopped at a particular page and brought the paper closer to his face. "You wont even see it coming my friend, especially for someone who is always within a hair's breadth of doing life in a supermax slammer", he continued as he read the paper. "Not to talk of the wolves that are still waiting to leave you dead in a ditch full of sh!t if they find out that you are still alive".

Frank sneered and looked away. Zack's words was just his usual show of power, something he already knew. This wasnt the first time the agent had reminded him that he was the "Big man in charge"; the guy that run things and the "Person that owns him", no matter what. And this was the umpteenth time the agent have mentioned having him thrown back into jail at will or leaving him for the "wolves".

But Frank knows better. No one, not even the district attorney, has any evidence to put him away for life. And the "wolves" that had come for him so far are the ones lying dead in a pool of sh!t, or worse. All of them.

For the past five months he has been playing along, just like he had always done with any percieved enemy before he strikes. But in Zack's case, he only wanted to know why the federal agent had put him in witness protection that was done against his will.

"By the way, how long you have being in the witness protection program?", Zack asked with eyes still on the paper.

"You mean how long i have being in a forced witness protection program", Frank rephrased the question.

"Just answer my question", Zack muttered.

"Five months and sixteen days", Frank answered the question nonchalantly and looked to his side.

"And how are things going for you? Any changes so far in your situation and in you as a man?".

"Yeah, there's been quite a lot of changes. But the problem is, i can't say if it's an improvement, or things going from bad to worse for me".

Zack moved his keen eyes from the newspaper and rested them on Frank.

"You see, for the first time in a very very longtime, i neither get to sleep at night with loaded guns under the mattress nor go through the plan on how get an opposition at day", Frank continued. "Despite the greater chances of always living to see the next day, i kind of find it a bit boring cos i was so used to a life of calculated moves and actions. And this new life, no matter how it made things calm and peaceful, seems to have made me appear to be something that i despised the most. Which is being a rat bastard and a snitch".

Zack smirk with a pursed lips. Without saying any word, he turned his attention back to the newspaper. Frank remained silent too, waiting for the agent to say something, to tell him why he wanted to meet.

"So are we done with the questions or are they the reason for you wanting to see me", Frank then asked.

"No", Zack replied with a faint smile, but he was smiling at something he had just read from the paper. This irritated Frank a bit.

"So can we get down to business cos we all have other things to do", Frank said trying to control his emotions.

"Patience my friend", Zack said and gave Frank a quick glance. Then he lowered the newspaper after about a minute of running his eyes on the prints. "Before we begin, i have another question for you my friend".

Frank hissed with frustration.

"What do you know about police corruption in this country?", Zack asked with a steady gaze at Frank.

Frank scoffed and reclined in his seat. He stared at Zack for a while, head tilted to one side with a funny smile. He was wondering what was up with the man in front of him.

"Well", he sighed, deciding to answer the question. "From what i know....and what i have seen so far, the Cankerworm seems to be running out of fabrics", Frank chuckled. "It has gotten quite terrible", he chuckled again with his eyes on Zack

Zack smiled. "That's a good answer, i like that", he muttered.

"So, what does police corruption gotta do with me? I'm not a dirty cop", Frank asked.

Zack smacked lips. "Well, the new man at the top seems to also shares your opinion about the corruption in the police force", he then said. "He thinks it is way too rife and wants to make alot of changes, to do alot of clean-up. He even passed down an order for a total and immediate reorganisation of every goddamn department. But you can see that instead of me carrying out his "balls massaging" orders, i'm sitting here, in this lovely pasta restaurant with your sorry ass sitting right across the table",

"Meaning that you dont give a f@ck about your superior's orders", Frank muttered.

Zack nodded approvingly.

Then Frank moved from his reclined position and rested an elbow on the table with a curious stare at Zack. "I still dont see what all these that you just said gotta do with me cos i'm not a dirty cop", Frank seriously stated, thumping an index finger on the table.

"Yep, it doesnt", Zack nodded again. "Anyway, have you made up your mind on what you are having?", he asked and jerked his head at the menu book in front of Frank. "Why dont you try the shrimp pasta. This restaurant cooks the best i have had so far", he suggest.

"I'm only interested in the reason for you wanting to see me", Frank said firmly and impatiently. "Your free dinner can wait".

"Oh that", Zack muttered and riffled the newspaper to the next page. "Well, it's just a job i want you to do for me".

"I already have a job", Frank said.

"I know. But this is a temporary job. Just something i want you to sort out, consider it a favour that i'm asking cos you owe me one.....or probably a lot".

"I dont owe you any favours and i dont remember asking you for any".

Zack heaved a sigh and folded the newspaper. "Look, all i just want from you is to just run an errand for me", he said coolly and looked at Frank. "Is that too much to ask?, especially for someone who got you out from a total sh!t-storm situation?",

"Yeah, a sh!tstorm situation i'm always being reminded that i could easily be thrown back into", Frank scoffed.

"Are you up for it or not?", Zack asked with a firm tone of voice. "Remember, some compliance could get you a good report in your file and also better your situation cos you as still far from being a free man", he added.

Frank sighed and stared at the menu book for a while. "So what is this 'something' that you want me to do?", he then asked, eyes still on the book.

Zack smile. "Its just a simple job, depending on how you approach it", he began.

"Just tell me what it is", Frank demanded.

Zack shifted his weight abit on his chair. "Someone that is very close to someone that i know will be having a birthday tomorrow. And the someone that i know wants me to keep this person entertained". Then Zack paused and stared at Frank.

"So?", Frank muttered with an intent look at Zack.

"So your job is to go pick up and entertain this person. You know, drive around town and go to the places that this person wants to go", Zack continued with a smile.

Frank snorted. "So you want me to go do a babysitting job", he said to Zack.

"It also involve doing what you are very good at", Zack added

Frank furrowed eyebrows and regarded Zack for a shortwhile. "You want me to go kill people", he asked.

"No, i mean what you used to do before switching careers. To act as a bodyguard", Zack corrected.

Frank thought again. "And why would this person want a bodyguard?", he asked.

"This person is not the type that hangs around town....without a family member or someone very close".

"What happened to family members?".

"You already know that you are in no position to get an answer to that question".

"And you think sending....a guy like me is the best option? There are alot of boys in your department that can do this job very well...with no worries", Frank sneered. "Have you suddenly forgotten who i am...or rather who i was?".

Zack smiled and dipped his hand inside the inner pocket of his suit jacket. "Every other cops and most people see you as the bad guy who suppose to be locked in a hole and have the key thrown away", he said. "But i know better, and also very well know the reason for doing all the things that you did. Moreover, a man in your situation gotta do what he gotta do", he shrugged. Then he slipped out a cellphone from his pocket. "Besides, all your victims were also bad guys like you if not worse. To me, justice was being served, though in a horrible way".

Then Zack placed the cellphone on the table and slided it towards Frank. With one quick reflex, Frank got hold of the cellphone. He stared at Zack and studied the new looking mobile smart device in his hand. It was switched off.

"As long as i wont get into trouble with the authorities", Frank warned and waved the cellphone at Zack.

Zack laughed and quietly got up from his seat. He went over to where Frank was sitting and slipped out a piece of paper from his pocket. "This is where i want you to go and the address of the place you will be meeting your...new boss", Zack said and handed the paper to Frank. "You have to be there by exactly 10 am tomorrow morning. When you get there, you call the number written on the paper. And you know very well that i dont take any disappointment lightly", he warned.

Frank looked at what was written on the paper and the number. "Is that all?", he asked and looked at Zack.

"Yes, for now", Zack replied and then looked at his wristwatch. "Now get the hell out of here. Someone else that i'm expecting is probably on her way now", he said and jerked his thumb at the door with a faint smile.

Frank got up quietly. He straightened up his suit jacket and headed towards the door.

"Hey Frankie", Zack began as Frank opened the door. "Concerning your answer to my question about police corruption".

"What about it?", Frank asked and looked over his shoulder.

"Well i want you to always bear that in mind from now on", Zack said, and then motioned at Frank to leave the place.

This made Frank to regard Zack with a thoughtful gaze and then he left the private room, quietly closing the door after him.

Zack stared at the door for about a minute and then slipped out another cellphone from his pocket; his own. He dialled a number and held it close to his ear as the line ringed.

"Hello", he began and looked at the chair that Frank had vacated as he listened to the brief rasp from the device earpiece. "It's done. So you know what to do", he said quietly and ended the call with a faint smile.

EPISODE TWO. [The Goddaughter.]


CHAPTER ONE.


The black Hyundai Sonata HG300 sedan made a quick diversion from the busy traffic, its wheels running through a puddle on the wet road and splashing rain water at the curb as the vehicle grinded to a halt beside it. The windshield wipers made one last back and forth swipe on the wet windshields and then remained dormant. Some pedestrians on the sidewalk escaped being soiled by the dirty rain water thrown in their direction. One of them, a lady, gave the vehicle a quick angry glance before continuing to her destination with both hands holding a mid-size umbrella that partly shielded her from the downpour.

The driver behind the wheel killed the engine and stared ahead for a short while before his hand reached for the inner pocket of his dark grey suit jacket. He stole a quick glance at the luminous digital clock on the dashboard as the hand slipped out of the pocket and holding a pack of cigarette. He took one out with a scowl in his face and moved his hand to the window button to lower it down abit.

It's exactly 6 pm of a cold and gloomy evening. The sky was covered with dense rain clouds that seems unrelenting as it continued to unpack one of the mid-wet season heavy punch.

The man let out a deep sigh of frustration as he quietly took out a lighter from another pocket and lit a cigarette for himself.

For while, as he took the drags and exhaled the smoke from his lungs, he stared at the heavy raindrops battering the car windshield. And observed the activities going on around him.

The wet and gloomy weather didn't seem to slow the activities in Ember-park Boulevard. The hustle and bustle of the financial and shopping district of the city was still in full swing with the usual traffic jam on the street and the sea of pedestrians trying to make their way to their various destination on the sidewalks.

The man took one last drag and stubbed the burnt out cigarette in a clean ashtray. He leaned towards the rearview mirror to check on his suit, made some adjustments to his hurriedly made-up black necktie and gave a faint smirk at what he saw in mirror. He wasn't used to the 'corporate fashion' style and it took a lot of time, after a frustrating rummage through his wardrobe, to pick out something reasonable....to him.

Feeling quite satisfied with what he saw, despite the necktie not being well made, he let out a deep sigh again, leaned back into the car seat and gazed at the face in the mirror infront him. He studied the set of cold sinister eyes that stared back at him and the two inches thin scar that ran across the right cheek; one of the many grim reminders of his past life.

He stared at the image in the mirror thoughtfully for a while before reaching inside his suit. He took out a cellphone. It was vibrating an incoming call. He stared at the number and slipped the device back into his pocket as it continued vibrating and glanced at the dashboard clock again as he unbuckled his seatbelt. Then he grabbed the umbrella that was lying on the front passenger seat and exited the car with a bit of urgency. He hurriedly joined the pedestrians on the sidewalk, dodging through the crowd and making his way towards a three storey building with a sign on the first floor that says, "DAMMY DINERS", an upper middle class italian pasta restaurant.


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Episode Two - The Goddaughter.

Coming up soon....i hope u enjoy ur weekends. Thanks for the comments.

EPILOGUE.


  Four months later.

Anton swung his white Mercedes benz into the parking lot of the Marriot hotel and killed the engine. He stole a quick glance at his wristwatch that showed it was half past six in the evening and hurriedly exited his car.

He made a careful glance around the area for anything suspicious as he briskly headed towards the revolving door of the lobby and nodded at the car attendant standing near the door.

Abigail had earlier called him. She sounded abit troubled and asked if he could meet her on a short notice.

After everything that went down between them and Donnie, Anton wasn't taking any chances. And it had him racing over to the place where she had requested for the meet.

They were still communicating with each other. But not on a call-girl and client basis because Abigail had quit the job and used the large amount of money that she earned from killing Don Gucci to start her own company; what she had always dreamed of. Even though it was still at its early stages, the future of the business looked bright, especially it being affiliated to a bigger successful company; Anton's family's business empire. And business deals was the reason for their communications, though they do engaged in the activity that brought them together.

The elevator transported Anton to the tenth floor of the hotel building and he quickly stepped out of the cab after the door slided open. He located the room and rapped a quick knock on the  door.

     "Come in".  Abigail voice replied.

Anton adjusted his suit, felt the handgun concealed under his suit jacket and opened the door. He cautiously stepped into the room and saw Abigail sitting on the bed and laughing at the comedy show being shown on the TV. She looked in Anton's direction and gestured at him to come over.

Seeing no danger at all, Anton lowered and relaxed his hand that was close to his handgun. He stared at Abigail with furrowed brows and wondered what her phonecall was all about.

    "Come on in",  Abigail beckoned at him again.

     "What's going on?",  Anton asked as he crossed the bedroom floor and stood infront of Abigail with his hands in his pockets.

   "Nothing",  Abigail murmured without looking at him. Her attention still focused on the Tv program.

Then the flushing sound in the bathroom drew Anton's to its door. The door opened. And Olivia stepped out of the room. She regarded Anton with a smile, as if she was expecting to see him and very glad that he showed up.

     "Hi big boy",  Olivia began and sat next to Abigail. "Longtime no see",  she continued and crossed her legs.

Anton haven't seen Olivia for several months now. The last time he heard about her from Abigail, she had checked herself into a drug rehab center to clean up her addiction. Now she was even more beautiful than she was the last time he set his eyes on her. And the black night-gown that she was wearing made Anton heart to skip beats.

"How is business going?",  Abigail asked Anton, making him to remember that she was also present in the room.

"Well....",  Anton stole a quick glance at Olivia. "I thought we already had that discussion before",  he noted. Then he looked at Olivia again. "I thought you were in the rehab",  he asked her.

"Yeah...and i got discharged last week",  Olivia replied. "Now i'm clean. Hundred percent drug free",  she smiled.

"Okay",  Anton nodded and sighed. "What about your friend...Katie?",  he asked and glanced around the hotel room.

"She is in the rehab too...and will be out in a month",  Olivia replied.

Anton sighed again and rubbed his forehead. "So what's the reason for my presence being required here?",  he asked Abigail with a confused look.

"Well",  Abigail began with a playful smile and got to her feet. "It's about my friend here",  she said and stood closer to Anton.

Anton glanced at Olivia. "What about her?",  he asked and looked at Abigail.

"You see, her being in the rehab for that long have left her with another problem",  Abigail began softly and gently walked around Anton, her hand caressing his strong chest till she was standing behind him.

"So what does that gotta do with me",  he asked suspiciously.

"Well she told me about it....and i found out that all she needs is a very big attention from a guy without any short coming", Abigail replied and wrapped her arms around Anton's waist. "So that's why your presence is required here, soldier", she whispered softly into his ears. "And i will be right here to make sure that it is a job done well".

Anton sighed and looked at Olivia. Well, his has no important schedule tomorrow and the rest of the week, he thought to himself. Besides he had be dying for some hard action. Hard enough for the requirement of two beautiful women to sort it out.

"Do you happen to have some red wine", he asked Abigail.

"I brought your favourite", Abigail replied. "And enough to last for a couple of days".

"Okay then", Anton began as Olivia got up and paced closer to him. "Let the party begin".




THE END

The Toyota sedan rode through the highway in the middle of the vast desert land and approached Route 74. After they passed the road sign that showed that they have reached their destination,  Anton then decelerated the car till he brought the vehicle to a stop beside the road. Then he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. Abigail did the same and watched as Anton opened the car trunk and took out a high power binoculars.

Anton walked a few metres away from the vehicle and stared at the badlands that was quite far away. He looked carefully and his eyes caught a dark object. Then he used the binoculars to get a closer view at it and saw it was a black SUV,  similar to the ones he saw at the farmhouse.

Anton smiled. He looked at his wristwatch and saw that they still have about forty minutes before Donnie expects to see him. Then he took out his cellphone.

"What next?",  Abigail asked after she came over and stood beside him. "Is he here?".

"Yeah",  Anton muttered as he dialled the Tech-man's number. "But he is not aware that we are here".

"Then let's go kill him",  Abigail said eagerly.

Anton glanced at her, smiled and held the cellphone to his ear, waiting for the Tech-man to answer the phonecall.

"Hello",  the Tech-mans voice rasped out of the phone earpiece.

"Yeah, I want you to hook me up to a particular radio signal that i'm about to give you",  Anton began and monitored Donnie's SUV with the binocular. "Can you make that happen?",  he asked.

"Which one are we talking about",  The Tech-man asked.

"Today being wednesday, the guys at the Air Force base will be conducting their endless flight training drills",  Anton replied.

The Tech-man remained silent for a shortwhile. "And?",  he then said.

"A particular bird, an A-10 Warthog fighter jet always conducts its drill several miles away from my present location".

"So?".

"So i want you to hook me up with the pilot flying the bird".

The Tech-man sighed uncomfortably and then said,  "Okay give me a few minutes and keep the line open".

Anton looked at Abigail smiled again as he waited with the cellphone pressed against his ear.

After about a minute the silence in the phone speaker turned into a static sound. "Yeah go ahead with your request, over". The voice of the jet fighter pilot rasped out of the cellphone speaker.

Anton chuckled. And knew that the Tech-man must have tricked the pilot into believing that he was communicating with Air Force base officials.

"Hey! Seagram my man! Longtime i havent heard from you",  Anton began with a friendly voice.

The pilot remained silent for a while. "Anton? You are one sneaky bastard! How the hell did you get into my frequency?",  he then said.

"You know me. I'm still the guy with alot of ways and means",  Anton laughed.

"Yeah yeah, but tell me the reason for this sh!t cos i'm very busy right now",  the pilot demand.

"Just calling in a favour".

"What kind of favour can i do for you when i'm thousands of feet above the ground?".

"I know, that's why i want you to do me this favour and it should remain just between you and me".

"Aww for christ sake...just spill it out".

Anton then viewed at Donnie's vehicle with the binocular. "There is a track from the road at Route 74 and this track leads to a valley between two moderately elevated hills in the badlands. There is black SUV parked in that valley and inbetween the hills",  he stated to the pilot.

"So what about that?",  the pilot demanded.

"There is an enemy in that vehicle. So i want you to make a quick detour from your flight path and help me take out this son-of-a-bitch, completely",  Anton replied. Abigail regarded him with furrowed eyebrows.

"Wait, let me get this right, you want me to fly an A-10 jet to this location and shoot up some guy in his expensive clown car?"  the pilot asked. He sounded flabbergasted.

"Yep and fast"

"With a GAU-8 cannon?"

"You heard me right".

"Dude, how long have your ass been working behind that fancy desk of yours?"

"Why ask?"

"This is a f@cking GAU-8 gun that we are talking about you idiot! Have you forgotten what this gatling jack-hammer can do to a f@cking armoured tank?"

"I know, and that's the reason why i wanna hit his ass with that winged iron. Any problem with my request?",

"Well no one deserves that kind of over-kill. What did this guy do to you? R@pe you in the ass?".

Anton sighed. "No. I just busted a dangerous gang that do alot of bad sh!ts",  he then said. "Illegal human organ trafficking is one of them and i also found out that most of their victims were wide awake while they were being butchered for their vital organs",  Anton continued and looked at Abigail. "The leader of this gang is in that car and he is well connected. You and i wouldn't want the government to waste taxpayers money taking care of this motherfucker in prison",  he added.

The pilot remained silent again. And then he said,  "Well, i know that you some crazy ass motherfucker, but you are always right". Again the pilot paused for a shortwhile and then said, "Roger that! Let's go tear this motherfucker's head off and save the government alot of money".

"Good...and thou shall be rewarded properly my friend",  Anton said with a smile of satisfaction and heard "F@ck you" as the pilot's final words before the phone conversation ended.

Then Anton glanced at Abigail who was standing still and staring at him with her arms around the shirt that covered her top and abit of her thighs. Her face, was the look of someone with alot of deep thoughts. She's wondering who he really was.

"Vengence is mine says the lord",  Anton began and dialled Donnie's number. "But, some of that job, He out-sources. That's why men built war weapons",  he continued and waited for Donnie to answer the phonecall.


Donnie immediately reached into his pocket to get his cellphone that was vibrating an incoming call. He saw the number and snapped his finger at the driver and the other man in the front seat. Both of them immediately grabbed their weapons and put it in business mode.

"You are quite punctual when it come to keeping time",  Donnie began after pressing the answer button. "I like that. So where are you?",  he asked and looked out of the car window.

"Well you dont have to worry about where am at cos i have already found you",  Anton replied.

"Good. Then why dont you show up and let us conduct our business",  Donnie suggested.

"Oh that business",  Anton's grunt rasped out of the phone earpiece. "I dont think it will be happening, especially now that i have her with me",  he continued. "Am i not right my dear?".

"He is right".  Abigail's voice rasped out of the earpiece. Donnie remained still with a shell-shocked look on his face on hearing her voice.

"And she made herself alot of money after killing your business friend cos the guy had a price on his head",  Anton voice continued. "The rest, including that fat surgeon, are all dead too. And my friend at you place is probably done killing Tom and the men with him cos he doesn't waste his time on guys like them".

Donnie held his cellphone away from his ear and bit his lips with alot of anger in his eyes. The men in front gazed at him through the rearview mirror and knew that something terrible has happened. Then Donnie glared at his cellphone and wished that crushing the device would get rid of this outrageous man that has completely destroyed his business and ruined him.

After a shortwhile of fuming angrily and regretting some of his actions. Donnie brought his cellphone close to his ear. "You are one hell of a piece of work you f@cking bastard!",  he then bawled into the cellphone mouthpiece. "I'm gonna get you! I swear i'm gonna kill you and all the f@cking people that you know!".

"I have heard that threat alot of times",  Anton voice said calmly. "Especially when the person making it is yet to realize that he is dealing with a dangerous man",  he continued. "And you know what they say about a dangerous man with alot of 'f@ck-you' money, cos you are about to get the middle-finger, big time".

"Oh yeah?!, why dont you come over and give it to me you f@cking prick!!", Donnie almost screamed.

Then Anton heard the distant roaring sound of an aircraft that kept getting louder and louder. He smiled. "I dont have to do it myself",  he said to Donnie as he sighted the jet-fighter built for ground attack. "Infact, the middle finger is about to be delivered to you sir. And it's nice getting to know you",  Anton concluded and ended the phone conversation.


"Hello!...hello!!",  Donnie desperately barked at his cellphone and tossed it to the floor of his seat when he saw that the phonecall had ended. Then he looked out of the window to frown at the loud roaring aircraft. And then noticed something odd about it. It was flying quite low and heading straight to their position. And he didn't know that it was his death that was approaching. And it's going to be very loud.

Anton and Abigail watched as the A-10 Warthog jet made the dive and then ventilated Donnie's SUV with multiple rounds of depleted uranium bullets the size of a Redbull can.

"Wooow!!",  Anton howled ecstatically to the loud rumble of the gatling gun that echoed with a frightening loud groan in the sky after the 30mm bullets had hit their target .

Boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!.....Brrrrrrrrrrrrt!!

The jet fighter made another dive and the big bullets turned the SUV into a pile of scrap metals in the desert, its entire occupants, left in an unrecognizable pieces or vaporized, including Donnie.

Then the jet fighter shoot off some flares, the pilot's way of telling Anton that he was done. Anton threw a salute at the plane that climbed up the sky and flew away. And then headed back to the car with Abigail following behind him. As he was about to open the door, Abigail got hold of him by his waist, made him to face her. Then she pushed him against the car and pushed her body against his.

Anton tried to protest but got silenced by Abigail lips that crushed against his. For a while Anton responded well as they kissed passionately and then he withdrew.

"We have to go clean you up my dear",  he said to Abigail. "Besides, all these drama probably got you still in shock and in need of recovery. And i'm kind of tired after spending all day killing people",  he continued.

Abigail kissed him again and then went over to the front passenger seat while Anton dropped his weight on the driver's seat. Soon the car was on its way back to the city with the sun setting in the horizon.



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As Anton and Abigail burned rubber towards route 74, Eric was swinging an uppercut at Russ and the blow caught the man clean on his jaw. It rattled and rocked the big man's frame and left him staggering backwards. Another hook punch opened up a fresh bruise on his badly bleeding face that also has an overly stunned look written on it.

But Russ was relentless even though he had taken alot of damages, and launched another attack at Eric; the thoughts of a man half his size putting the beatdown on him, hurts more than the beatings that he was taking.

He swung his big fists at Eric, almost roaring like a lion as he did so. But to no avail. It was as if Eric had already anticipated his every move before he made it, and Russ only ended up taking more painful punishments delivered by Eric's fists.

Six more blows came at Russ and the hefty man could barely stand with a hand pressed against the rib that Eric had cracked. Then he made a desperate move to grab Eric with the face of a hurting desperate man.

Eric deflected Russ' reaching arm, side-stepped and swung a right hook that broke the big man's jaw and spilled out blood and a loud groan from his mouth. Then Eric moved behind him and threw a high kick that clobbered the back of Russ back head and sent the man landing on the T.V stand and his big weight destroying everything on it.

Russ rolled off the damaged wooden furniture and fell on the ground, gasping for breath. The he saw a handgun on the floor and wildly got hold of it. Eric saw the movement and got hold of a knife as Russ swung around with the weapon pointed. Russ let off a shot, but Eric had already deflected the weapon gripping hand from his line of sight. And then he trusted the blade of the knife into Russ neck.

Russ remained on the floor and stared at Eric as Eric stared back right into his eyes and pushed the blade deep into his meaty neck. Then Eric yanked out the blade and Russ remained still on the floor with the distant gaze of a deadman.

Eric tossed the knife away and turned his attention at Tom who was now recovering from his concussion. And headed towards the man as he moved.

Tom saw Eric approaching him. He wildly searched for any weapon close to him. He saw a knife; the only thing that was within his reach, quickly grabbed it and sprang to his feet.

Eric stood infront of Tom, and for a shortwhile, stared at the man and the weapon he was brandishing. Then he glanced at the big body that he had just killed and looked at Tom again. "Really?", he scoffed at Tom. "I just killed the biggest man in this building with my barehands and you think that sh!t gonna help your situation, especially now that you look half alive", he asked and pointed at Tom's other injured arm

Tom glanced at Russ dead body lying on the floor like a whale docked on a beach. The odds was vastly against him. But he still wants to take his chance. And with that in mind he rushed towards Eric, trusting the knife forward.

Eric remained in his position as Tom neared with the knife. And as the blade reached a few inches away from his face, Eric's right hand got hold of Tom's knife bearing arm with a blinding speed and stopping Tom short from accomplishing his aim.

Tom gasped with fear and made an attempt to move his hand. But it was like his limb was being held by a bench vice that weighed several tonnes; he couldn't move it or free it from the Eric's death grip. As Tom struggled to move his immovable arm, Eric's other hand shot forward and grabbed Tom's neck, and choked him while his right hand slowly twisted Tom's knife bearing hand till it lost the grip on the blade after the wrist got dislocated.

Tom let out a cry of pain. Eric then released him and he dropped to his knees, groaning with his hand on his hurting wrist. Then Eric picked up the knife and raised it to finish him off.

"Wait!" Tom began and looked at the man staring down at him with knife in hand. "Please let me go. I will pay you", he said.

Eric lowered the knife and smirked.

"I have alot money here with me. You can take it all. Please just let me go", Tom continued.

"And what about those people that were killed and their organs giving to the highest bidder. Did you do the same to them when they begged?" Eric asked.

Tom remained silent and stared at him.

"Anyway", Eric grunted. He roughly grabbed Tom and stood the man up. "Where is the money?" he demanded.

"In a bag...in the room", Tom replied fearfully.

"Show me", Eric said and shoved Tom towards the bedroom door.

Tom lead Eric into the room and pointed at the leather bag. Eric glanced at it and nodded. Then he got hold of the bag, grabbed Tom by his shirt and roughly lead him out of the house, crossing the livingroom filled with dead bodies.

"I'm the least of your worries my friend", Eric said to Tom as he roughly lead him through the corridor after they exited the penthouse. "The person that badly wants to see you might take your offer and go easy on you.

"Who?" Tom asked with a trembling voice as they neared the elevator door that was wide open and without the elevator cab.

Eric stood Tom infront of the elevator entry, wrapped the strap of the leather bag around his neck and glanced into the dark elevator shaft that has the cab waiting on the ground floor. Then he looked at Tom and smiled.

"He is waiting down there", Eric said and jerked his head at the elevator shaft. "You better hope that this cash will be enough to stop him from roasting you ass for eternity ", he concluded. As Tom was about to protest, Eric gave him a hard and stunning headbutt that knocked the man into the dark tunnel. Tom's screams could be heard as his body made the speedy descent down the shaft with the bag of money. And got silenced after his crashing to death echoed through the hole.

Eric pursed his lips and started descending the stairs of the building after unlocking the door leading to it.

On getting to the front door that had been left in pieces, he peered into the house and at the living room that was sparsely decorated with antique furnitures. Then he stealthily crossed the place to the stairs leading to the top floor and searched the bedrooms in the house all four of them. Seeing nothing, he quickly descended back to the living-room, surveyed the place and the walls, tapping them to check for anything unusual. He found none and got confused. Then he raced into the kitchen, glanced around the pristine place and noticed at part of the wall that looked abit odd.

    Anton quickly searched through the place, both underneath the tables and the kitchen sink cabinets. And found a strange switch. He studied the button for a shortwhile and carefully pressed it.

A whirring sound filled the kitchen and the odd looking wall slowly slided open to reveal a staircase leading to a basement. Then Anton tightened his grip on his handgun, slowly descended the stairs and saw himself in a dimly lit small corridor with a metal door ahead.


     Ben sniffed noisily, wiped his nose with the back of his hand and was very high like a kite in the clouds. He had done his usual routine of inhaling lines of cocaine before performing any surgery. He was indeed one of the best surgeons, just as Donnie had said. But his drug use and medical malpractices made him lose his license before he was employed by the leader of a gang.

Two surgery table stood before him in the brightly lighted room. One has Don Gucci on it and the man was prepped up for a surgery and heavily sedated. Abigail was on the other, n@ked and tightly strapped to it. And very well wide awake.

Donnie had given the order to have her organs removed, all of it, and to be done while she is wide awake; Donnie wanted her to suffer before she dies and had also instructed Ben to record her screams so as to let Anton listen to it before he kills him if he shows up at their meeting place....or send it to him as a present if he doesn't.

Ben placed a tape recorder beside Abigail and gave her a disturbing look as he bobbed his big head to the music he was listening through his earphones. He liked his job and what he was about to do to her was the part that he loved the most.

Abigail stared at Ben as he inspected his tools of trade. She was surprisingly calm, even though she knew that alot of excruciating pain was about to come. And just like the bloodcurdling screams she had once heard in the sound-proofed makeshift surgery room, hers will soon be heard. She had hoped that somehow she will survive the horror that's about to happen to her. But as time ticked away, she started having doubt and the thought of her needing a miracle to get out of the situation started creeping into her mind.

Ben checked the machine that was monitoring Don Gucci's vital signs and nodded with a smile of satisfaction. Then he picked up the tray containing scarpels of different sizes and stood over Abigail. He hungrily ran his eyes over her n@de body and gave her a nightmarish mischevous smile.

     "It's a pity a beautiful thing like you will end up like this my dear",  he said to Abigail and laughed out for no reason. "I would like to have a taste of what other men always paid to have, for free",  he continued and clumsily caressed Abigail's bre@sts. "But we have a V.I.P guest....who is quite a hurry and also paid well...for you to die so that he can live long, long enough to have women like you",  he muttered as his hand slowly slided down to her waist.

     Abigail shuddered and looked away when his fingers reached inbetween her legs. This made Ben to let out another laughter.

Then Abigail weakly turned her head, looked at him and laughed. And continued laughing.

This brought a look of confusion to Ben's face. All his victims had cried in terror and begged for mercy; what he always enjoyed. But this one was different. Abigail looked away again and the position of the door behind him. Ben noticed where her attention was focused at and looked over his shoulder. And saw the surgery door wide open with an armed angry looking man standing at the entrance of room. He has never seen the man before and he seemed to be the reason for Abigail's laughter.

     "Who the f@ck". That was all Ben's mouth could spew before Anton came at him with alot of determination and violently bashed and knocked the surgeon to the ground. Ben was a big man but he wasn't the violent type. And he staying still on the ground staring wide-eyed after being struck by a blow that he had never tasted before, showed that he lacked the will to fight back. He never had, and that's why he only dealt with powerless people.

As the surgeon remained on the floor with the effects of the drug in his system quickly dissipating, Anton pointed the handgun at him with a murderous look. Then the soldier decided that the surgeon deserved something better than a quick death. With that in mind, Anton tossed the pistol away and came at Ben, his knuckle joints crackling as he balled his fist with an grimey look that could startle a demon.

Abigail watched as the fists of her client endlessly and violently met the face of the man trying to kill her. Ben's screams of agony filled the room, and so did Anton's loud curses and swears to "break a f@cking neck". And the cracking sounds of bones that filled the room showed that he was really bent on fulfilling the intentions. She had only seen Anton as a good customer that paid well and also good in bed. Now his other abilities were being revealed to her. And she was loving it.

     Anton then got off Ben with his shirt and fist covered with his blood. But he wasn't done yet. He went over to where Don Gucci was lying and roughly pushed the sedated man off the surgery table. Ben was quite a heavy man. But the anger in Anton's system made it seem easy as he hauled the badly beaten man onto the table.

     "Turn away honey!",  Anton fumed at Abigail as he furiously checked around the surgery room and grabbed the bone-saw. "Cos it gonna get real messy for this motherfucker!".

With a firm grip on the handle of the butcher knife, Anton angrily went over to were Ben was lying face-down and groaning with alot of pain. Ben made a futile attempted to move, but Anton made him stay still with a ferocious fist blow to his head. Anton delivered another blow with loud curses and held the man down. Then the serrated teeth of the blade met the surgeons thick neck and sawed into it till his big head was separated from his bigger body. Abigail watched the entire display of horror and didn't even flinch; she enjoyed the gore that unraveled before her.

After he was done, Anton exhaled deeply to calm himself down and tossed the saw next to the decapitated head that was lying on the floor covered with a large pool of blood. Then he went over to Abigail and loosened the straps that held her on the table.

"You came for me",  Abigail began weakly as Anton help her out from the surgery table. "Why?",  she asked as he took off his shirt to cover her up.

"I told you that i was different and not like the other guys", Anton replied and supported Abigail with his body as she walked weakly.

Abigail wrapped an arm around his shoulder as he did so. "Okay then, i think i'm ready to accept your marriage proposal",  she smiled.

"Sorry, let's just keep it the way it had always been between us",  Anton snorted. Yes he has literally played a 'captain-save-a-hoe'. But no way in hell he would want to wife one.

     As they were about to leave the room, Tony's cellphone vibrated and incoming call. Thinking that it might be one of Donnie's men or Donnie himself, Anton asked Abigail if she was strong enough to stand on her own. Abigail gave a positive response and Anton took out the cellphone from his pocket. He saw it was a number not from the country. And his curiousity made him to press the answer button.

     "Hello?". The voice was of foreign accent, European.

     Anton remembered Don Gucci and glanced at the White man who was still lying on the floor still incapacitated. "Who is this?",  he then demanded.

"I represent an organization that is well known....and my boss would like to communicate with Mr Donnie who I understand is the leader of your organization.

     "Well, Donnie boy is no longer in charge, but you can speak to me",  Anton grunted.

     Then there was silence for a shortwhile.

     "What happened to Mr Donnie?",  the voice asked.

     "Deposed",  Anton replied

     "May I know who i'm speaking to?".

     "Not important. Just state your business cos i'm in a hurry to make sure that Donnie is properly done away with. And if you are calling because of your man who is here to get a new heart, then you better come pick him up before I change my mind".

    Then a beeping sound notified Anton of a video call request. He curiously stared at the screen of the cellphone, glanced at Abigail who had been paying attention and proceeded to grant the request.

A middle aged white man in black suit appeared on the screen. He regarded Anton with a blank look and nodded. "Can you please show me who you are talking about?",  he kindly demanded.

     Anton sighed uncomfortably, handed the cellphone to Abigail and told her to focus the camera at Don Gucci while he held the man's head to keep his face at the cellphone. After it was done, Abigail held the device infront of her after Anton stood beside her.

"You have see your man clearly...and his presence in this country is to illegally get a new heart from Donnie",  Anton said to the man on the cellphone screen. "But Donnie picked the wrong person, my friend. I tried to talk some sense in him but he flatly refused. So i had to let him know how i feel about his disagreement. But I don't wanna harm your man cos I have no problem with him. He is only trying to get what he had paid for",  Anton continued.

The man nodded. "Well on the contrary, that man is not ours",  he then stated. "Infact my boss wants him dead....and willing to pay well for it to happen",  he continued.

Anton furrowed his eyebrows on hearing what the man just said. He gave Abigail a surprised glance and turned his attention back to the screen of the cellphone that she held infront of them.

Then the face on the cellphone screen got replaced by an older looking white man with the features of a ruthless and calculative man on his face. "Let me introduce myself",  he began with a somewhat harsh voice. "I'm Mr Vildor Vilmos. You may have heard of me or maybe not. And i don't deal directly with people like you".

"Yeah...because we are the ones that make people like you to surround your asses with bodyguards",  Anton curtly said to the man.

Mr Vildor gave Anton an evil smile. "Anyway i'm speaking directly to you because I want that man, Don Gucci, dead. It's of utmost importance to me and i'm willing to pay the price that i have on his head",  he continued.

"Sorry sir, I can't do your dirt",  Anton refused. "You have to do it yourself and fast before he f@cking wakes up". Then he told Abigail to end the phonecall.

Abigail stared at Anton for a shortwhile. "How much are we talking about?"  She asked and looked at Mr Vildor.

Mr Vildor smiled at her. "A million dollars, to be paid in any bank account you want after the deed is done",  he replied.

     "Make it two",  Abigail demanded "And I will kill him right here right now",  she continued. Anton opened his mouth to protest but Abigail silenced him with a hand gesture.

Mr Vilmor thought for a while and nodded. "Okay then. Send your bank account number and keep the line open so that i can see the deed being done",  he said to Abigail.

Then Abigail immediately texted her bank account details to the number calling the cellphone. After she was done she immediately picked up the handgun that Anton had tossed away, faced the camera at Don Gucci and squeezed the trigger.

Four shot perforated Don Gucci's head and spilled his brain matter. Then Abigail emptied the rest of the bullets into his chest and body. Anton stared at her, short of words.

     Then Abigail held the cellphone infront of her. "It's done....so when do I get paid?"  she asked. Mr Vildor smiled and nodded. Then the video vanished and the phonecall ended.

     "It's like you just killed a man for nothing",  Anton scoffed.

"It doesn't matter if I don't get anything. I still wanted the man dead. It's guys like him that make people to go through this sh!t",  Abigail muttered.

Anton nodded his agreement. "Anyway, welcome to the killers club",  he sighed. "And it seems like you just helped a king to kill another king",  he continued after taking the gun away from Abigail.

"Good",  Abigail muttered coldly as both of them walked out of the basement, out of the farmhouse and headed straight to were Anton had parked his car.

"What about Donnie?",  Abigail asked as both of them entered the car and buckled their seatbelts. "I wanna get that bastard.....for what he did to my brother".

     Anton smiled. He glanced at his wristwatch and brought life to his car. "That's where we are going now",  he replied and took out his cellphone. "I have a sweet package for him. But first, let me call the mailman".

Abigail wondered what he meant as the Anton put the car in motion and speedily drove off, heading for Route 74 , where Donnie was still waiting for him.

As the car rolled along the highway, Abigail asked Anton of his cellphone. She logged into her bank account through the device....and stared at the screen with an expressionless look on her face. Then her lips curved into a smile as she stared at the amount in her account; she was two million dollars richer.

The Flashbang grenade got hurled into the living-room and at the men after Eric sent the doors flying open. As the four men reached for their weapon with a panic, Eric dived for covered and shielding his face.

The grenade exploded with a blinding flash and blinded the men. Then Eric pulled out the tire iron and sent flying in the air. The metal stunned the first man and fell him to the floor. The second man next to him took the first knife that Eric had sent flying at him and the blade buried into his neck. Eric swiftly raced at the first man who was trying to get to his feet, he got hold of the tire iron, swung the car tool turned weapon at the man's knee and dislocated it. Another blow was delivered and the iron split the man's skull open.

     The other two men who were now recovering from the blinding flash quickly reached for their weapon to shoot. But Eric was quicker and always got his timing right. And he sent the first man flying backwards and losing his grip on his weapon with a hard kick to the guts. The second man was also dispossessed of his weapon after Eric ran the blade of the second knife across his wrist. The blade then wickedly came at him again and left him with both lungs punctured and trying to hold his guts from falling out after Eric moved in and knifed him at close quarters.

The man that took the hard kick to the gut wildly reached for his weapon to try to use it again. This prompted Eric to sprint and lung at him at full force, aiming for his waist. The man took the human missile that knocked all the breath out of him, knocked him off his feet and sent him crashing into a furniture with a concussion and a spine that would be needing countless visits to chiropractor. But the man won't have to do so, Eric got to him and brought his heel down on the man's neck with alot of brute force and the blow snapped a neck.

The door to the bedroom flunged open as Eric finished off the fourth man. Russ was the first to come out. And the big man came barreling towards Eric like a wild rhinoceros. Tom following behind with his handgun pointed.

Eric went into action too, sidestepping away from Russ' attack and throwing a kick at the man's knee. The blow knocked the large man off-balance, made him lose his footing and sent his big body crashing to the floor like a disoriented elephant. Then Eric, who had already gotten his hand on the third knife on seeing Tom, immediately sent the blade at him as he was aiming the weapon.

The blade penetrated Tom's forearm, knocked the weapon out of his grip and left him trying to pull the blade out of his flesh with screams of agony. Russ immediately recovered and came rushing at Eric again. He wanted to deal with the intruder with his barehands, just as he had always done.

Eric dodged the attack again, got hold of a broken piece of a ceramic flower vace that he had sighted and sent another missile at Tom. The ceramic bludgeon knocked Tom to the ground and into oblivion.

Russ launched another attack. This time he got hold of Eric, wrapped his arms around him, lifted him up and sent him crashing into the wooden T.V stand. Eric was stunned, but still alert. And he rolled away from the blow of Russ' stomping foot that came towards his head. Speedily getting to his feet, Eric balled his fist and faced the behemoth of a man that wildly approached him again with a murderous look.


As Eric unleashed mayhem that killed people in the penthouse, Donnie was on his way to Route 74. He also took two men with him and they were all armed to the teeth. Donnie who was caressing the AR-15 on his laps, stared ahead with a hard distant gaze in his eyes, bloody murder on his mind.

The only intention he has in mind was to kill Anton. And if he happened to get him alive, there are shovels and cutting tools in the trunk of the SUV that was conveying them to the destination. He intends to do the job of getting rid of the man himself; to personally cut him into pieces and bury his body parts in the desert land. He will later deal with the consequences of that action and persons related or are with him.

But the talk about money had made Donnie fail to realize that he had been played. Anton always had a plan; he was always several steps ahead in everything that he did. And Donnie also didn't know that Anton had already located the farmhouse and parked the car several metres away from the place to avoid detection. He had also monitored the activities going on in the place from afar with a binoculars and waited until Donnie's car left the farmhouse to go collect the ransom. And he didn't see Abigail in the car with Donnie; just as Anton had expected.

After the black SUV conveying Donnie had disappeared down the road and the dust that it raised had settled, Anton got out of his car and went over to the back of the vehicle. He surveyed the surrounding one more time and opened the trunk. He ran his eyes on all the assorted weaponry in it and then grabbed the one that he thought was perfect for the showdown that's about to happen; an MK-48 Super-Saw military machine-gun. He also grabbed an ammo drum containing a hundred rounds of the chain-linked Creedmoor caliber bullets. Then he slammed the trunk shut and loaded the ammo drum onto the battlefield grade fire-power. And lit himself a cigarette after leaving the gun on the trunk of the car.

Anton glanced at his wristwatch as he smoked his cigarette, and waited for five minutes. Enough time for the men that he had seen guarding the gate to start getting complacent on their job. And enough time for any man in the farmhouse that's having a change of heart about the situation that they were facing to leave the place.

Exactly five minutes passed and Anton blew out the last cigarette smoke out of his lungs. He tossed away the cigarette and grabbed the machine-gun. Then he put the weapon in the right balance, cocked it, narrowed his eyes at the farmhouse and started heading towards the place in quick strides.

The men guarding the gate of the farmhouse saw a man fast approaching them. And they wasted no time in reaching for their weapon when they saw what he was carrying.

Volleys of bullets started flying at Anton when the men's handguns started blasting. But they fell short of their target; Anton was beyond the effective range of their weapon. But the men were within the killing range of his. And he ducked down, took a position and stroked the trigger to send his replies at them.

The chain-linked Creedmoor cartridges in the ammo drum fed rapidly into the gun chamber and ejected expended casings after blasting the bullets as Anton sent multiple 6.5mm rounds of bad intentions at the men manning the gate. The bullets flew at the first man and shredded his chest. The second man took off, but wasn't faster than the bullets that caught him on his back and almost cut him in half. Then Anton raced towards the building, raining more bullets at the two bodies to ensure that they were properly killed. The front door of the farmhouse flew open and two other men came out blazing their guns at Anton. But they were unable to best the special force soldier who was well acquainted with warfare and battlefield operations.

Anton ducked and took a prone position, aimed the SAW machine gun at their position and unleashed a barrage of slugs that caught and liquidated the remainder of Donnie's armed men in the farmhouse. He also unleashed more slugs that tore holes into the front door and shattered the glasses of the windows till the bullets in the drum was expended. Then Anton left the gun on the ground and pulled out his handgun as he raced towards the front door with the weapon pointed for the next oppositon.

As the elevator got closer to its destination, Eric climbed on the handrail and reached for the hatchdoor above. He opened it got his grip on the edge and climbed out of the elevator cab as it made its stop. Then Eric got hold of the cables and immediately climbed up his way to the outer elevator door of the penthouse. It was abit of a struggle but he had done it alot of times.

When he got to the door, he pressed his ear against the metallic barrier and listened for any sound...or conversations going on in the lobby of the penthouse. Hearing none, he pushed the emergency lever, disabled some electrical wires and pushed door open.

Eric cautiously peered into the empty corridor and his eyes caught the front door to Donnie's house. Then he quietly made his way into the lobby and stealthily headed towards the front door. And got hold of one of the Flashbang grenade and the tire iron.



Tom stared at the safe box for a long while, took a quick glance at big man waiting behind him and speedily emptied the safe of it contents. He made sure that the files and passports were well placed in the bag before carelessly stuffing the currencies. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and armpit as he filled the bag. Not because of what he was doing, but because of the sneaking thoughts he was having after he had set his eyes on the money in Donnie's safe.

The situation must be very dire for Donnie to send him to get the documents and all these money, Tom thought to himself as he tossed in the last wad of cash into the bag. Something that his boss have never done before. The man was ruthless and very lacking in trust when it comes to money. Something that all Donnie's associates, including Tom, knew very well. This clearly meant one thing, his boss was scared for his life. And him still trying to get Anton meant that he hasn't learn anything from what had happened to the people that he had sent to do the job. And just like the others, Donnie might be taken out by Anton if the man get to him and it will definitely happen either soon or later. Neither would he survive because there's no promise that he will live to see another day as long as he is still rolling with a stubborn boss who's now under the radar of a feared government licensed hitman.

Tom remained still for a while, staring at the cash and thinking of what to do. Perhaps he could just pull a fast one on Donnie, Tom thought to himself. Cut and run with all these money before everything finally goes down for everyone. Besides the cash will be useless to a dead Donnie, and for sure he will be dead if Anton gets to him.

For a long while Tom stared at the wads of money, his greed greatly overcoming his sense of loyalty. And plotting his exit plan.

"Sir!" Russ hoarse voice interrupted Tom in his thoughts. "The men are waiting", he said and jerked his big hand at the door.

Tom sighed, zipped the bag close and straightened up. "Let's go", he said and grabbed the bag that was now quite heavy.

"Do you want me to help you with that sir?" Russ asked.

"No i'm okay", Tom replied breathlessly as he struggled with the bag.

Then the sound of the living-room front door crashing open startled both of them. This made Tom to drop the bag and pull out his handgun while Russ rushed to the door, stood beside it and waited for his order.

Eric waited patiently infront of the elevator door as it made the smooth descent to the fifth floor, where he was. He glanced at the expensively dressed old couple next to him and acknowledged them with a friendly smile. They nodded at him with their own smiles and regarded him curiously because of the hospital cloth he was wearing. Seeing nothing of the ordinary, the couple faced the door as they too waited be transported to the ground floor after enjoying a nice sumptuous meal in the diners located on the floor they were in.

Eric had made his way into the diners too, quickly and cunningly into the kitchen and left with three knives well concealed under his garment. He intends to hit the men up and close, and decided that the tire iron won't be enough for the action. And his calm composure as he waited for the elevator cab to arrive, showed no signs of the deadly intentions.

The elevator cab arrived with a "Ding" sound. Eric immediately stepped into it after the door slided open. The old couples were about to follow suit but Eric put his hand out infront of them. "There is an emergency", Eric said to them kindly. They remained still, staring at him, and confused with their mouth open till the elevator closed. Then Eric hit the button to the floor that's beneath the penthouse and felt the cold steel of the blades under his cloth as his hand checked their positions.

Half way to his destination, Eric looked at the elevator hatch door above him. Then he glanced at his wristwatch and waited as the cab continued its smooth journey to the top floor.



"So you guys gotta get all your sh!ts together cos we all gonna ride out to the farm!", Tom barked his orders at the five men in the livingroom. For several minutes he had been briefing them on the new situation they have at hand. Some of them listened and was quite perplexed as to how things had gone so bad so quickly, while some did so with a very determined look on their faces. "Russ! I want you to come with me, the rest, stay here and be ready. I will be back in a minute", he concluded, tossed a big leather bag at Russ and crossed the living-room, heading towards Donnies main bedroom with Russ following after him.

Tom walked into Donnie's plush bedroom that he had never stepped into before. He paused, glanced around the place and at the costly furnitures and crossed over to were Donnie had told him the safe was. Russ closed the door as Tom pressed a button that automatically moved one side of the wall to reveal a safebox. Then he took out a piece of paper that has the secret code that Donnie had given him, studied it for a shortwhile and quickly proceeded to press the numbers of the safebox electronic button.

Then he reached for his cellphone that was vibrating an incoming call from Donnie after the safebox unlocked.

"Are you done yet?", Donnie voice almost barked.

"Almost sir", Tom replied and motioned at Russ to bring the bag to him. "The men are all ready. We will be on our way after i'm done picking up the stuff".

"Good", Donnie's sighed. "Something just came up. The a$$hole has agreed to make a deal. And i intend to use it as a way to personally get him and put an end to this sh!t".

Tom remained silent, thinking about what Donnie just said. But didn't bother to ask his boss the details of the deal and plan because, to him, getting the hell out of the country was the only feasible plan for them. There's nothing else they can do, especially when it involves a man like Anton; something Donnie seems to have failed to understand.

"I will be on my way to go take care of that fool. So i want you to bring my things over here and ensure that Don Gucci is well attended to till I get back. Do i make myself clear?" Donnie continued.

Tom's eyes caught the documents that Donnie wanted when he opened the safe...and stacks of thick wads of currencies. Alot of it. "Got it boss", he muttered and the phone conversation ended.Then he slipped the cellphone inside his pocket with his eyes still fixed at the money in the safe.

Sliss:
Ironkutain what's goin on
everything ok??

Yes o my bros. It's just that i'm trying to complete the story before posting the update. I'm almost done and hope to post it today.

Still working on it sir

My apologies for not posting more updates as some of u had requested. I went for a family hangout and ended up building a tall tower made of beer bottles. And that's not always good for writing and posting updates.

The convoy of three black Chevy SUVs passed through the open gate of the farmhouse and halted infront of the building. Six men alighted from two of the vehicles, made a quick surveillance of the place and two men went ahead to man the gate while the rest went over to the third vehicle as Donnie and Don Gucci stepped out of their it.

Don Gucci, with dark glasses shading the condescending look in his eye glanced around the quiet and serene place surrounded by trees. He readjusted the collar of his flowery designed tee shirt and followed Donnie with the bodyguards leading them towards the entrance of the house.

As they approached the door, a big man dressed in a sky blue surgery clothing stepped out of the building. He regarded Donnie with a respectful nod and rested his eyes on Don Gucci.

"This is our surgeon, Mr Ben", Donnie introduced the man to Don Gucci. "He's one of the best in the country".

Don Gucci pursed his lips, nodded and glanced at Ben from head to toe.

"He is also good at obtaining information from any individual that's unwilling to share. I hope you know what im talking about", Donnie continued with a mischievous smile.

"He tortures people....i get it", Don Gucci snorted. "And you want me to trust him with my life?",

"He will do a brilliant work. I thought the guy who referred you to us had already told you that", Donnie said. "And none of our clients have ever had any complications from the surgery he had performed on them".

"But there is always a first time", Don Gucci noted.

"He doesn't have that luxury because he knows that he has to do a perfect job...or else", Donnie said and gave Ben a hard stare.

Don Gucci hesitated abit with a steady gaze at Ben who remained calm with alot of confidence in his posture as both men stared at him. "Alright then", Don Gucci then sighed. "So when do we begin?", he asked.

"Sir, please do follow me so i can have you prepped up", Ben replied and held the door for the White man. And Donnie follow suit after Don Gucci entered the farmhouse.

Then Donnie paused and looked at Ben. "Keep him busy cos i want to have a few words with the girl", he whispered to Ben. The man nodded and followed Don Gucci.


The clinking sound of the door lock made Abigail to weakly sit up on her bed. Then the door swung open and the bright florescent light from outside brightened the dimly lit small room, making her to squint and shade her eyes with her back hand.

"Your boyfriend is one piece of work!, do you know that?"

Abigail recognized the voice. She lowered her hand as her eyes got used to the bright light, and she saw herself staring at the man standing before her with his hands in his pocket. And she can also clearly see the troubled look on his face.

Abigail took a deep breath of the fresh air that flowed inside the poorly ventilated room that she had been held for some days, and wiped the beads of sweat on her forehead. "I have alot of boyfriend", she then began with a scoffed. "You made sure of that, so which one are you talking about?", she asked with a mocking gaze at Donnie. The man seems to be in some kind of a bad situation that left him looking so agitated. And she was enjoying the sight of the man who put so much fear in her looking so vulnerable.

"I'm talking about him you f@cking b!tch! Anton!" Donnie barked. His patience for games has been exhausted.

"Oh him", Abigail muttered with indifference and looked away with a weak smile on her face. "I knew that he will be calling for his regular service. He always does, and he also hates to be made to wait". She looked at Donnie. "What's about him? Is he making so much fuss about him being denied of his regular paid orgy?" she asked.

"Yes!" Donnie got closer, stood infront of Abigail and glared down at her. "And you gonna make him put an end to his sh!ts".

"Or what?, kill me?", Abigail snorted with a steady gaze at Donnie.

The hard look on Donnie's face got replaced by a superficial friendly smile. "I think we all got off on a wrong foot", he began and sat next to Abigail who moved her body like someone being irritated by a house-fly as he did so. "We all make mistakes and you have to understand that it's all business, no hard feelings", he continued. Then he looked at Abigail. "He had offered to pay up all your debt. And now i'm willing to accept the payment and let you go as he had requested".

"So what do you want me to do?", Abigail demanded, knowing fully well that Donnie wasn't a man of his words.

"I want to call him....and sort it out with him. And also let him know that you are still alive and well", Donnie replied. "Then we make arrangment on how the money will be paid and where he gonna pick up", he continued.

"And you want me to believe all these horseshit that you are spewing?", Abigail scoffed.

"Donnie smile brightened, but he was preventing himself from striking Abigail on her face with alot of effort. "I have a business which i intend to run without any unnecessary problems, i know that you wanna live your life free of all these sh!ts that you had being through. So it's gonna be a win-win situation for you and i", he stated. "I get to do my own things problem free and you get to go back to your old life...debt free and perhaps go ride off to the sunset with lover-boy", he continued.

Abigail regarded Donnie suspiciously for a shortwhile. She could see the desperation in the man's eyes, something that he had been trying hard to hide. And she knew very well that Donnie would do anything to better his situation, be it making profits or thoroughly taking care of anything that he's up against. With that in mind, she decided to play along....or acted like she was doing so.

Abigail nodded her approval and Donnie immediately took out his cellphone. He handed it to Abigail and told her to call Anton. Abigail regarded him again and then proceeded to dial the number Anton had given her on one of their several meetings.


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"The guy had been to alot places, he's quite the roadman", Jim's Tech-man said as he, Anton stared at his laptop screen while Eric maintained his hard gaze at the penthouse building. "The last place being near...some kind of factory", the man continued, reading the address of place that Tony's cellphone had pinged it last signal before it got switched off.

"The place he became roadkill", Eric muttered. Olivia who was in back seat with the Tech-man, gave Eric a funny look and smiled. She had wanted say something to him, or perhaps start a conversation with the good looking man that had saved her grandmother's life. But he seemed quite bent on putting an end to Donnie's reign of terror and barely looked in her way. And she being in the midst of fine looking "Toughies" that are so eager to bring calamity to men that are a threat to women, got her feeling overly excited.

"But there are two places that the....roadkill seemed to have spent most of his time", the Tech-man continued as he worked him fingers on the keyboard of his laptop. "One is a place that is his home address, the other place is here". He pointed at the map image on the laptop screen.

Anton studied the map for a shortwhile. "Can you bring up the satellite image of the place?", he asked.

"Already done that". The Tech-man tapped a button and the image appeared on the screen.

Eric turned his eyes to the laptop screen and studied the the top- view image of a house, the plantations surrounding it, the silo and the trees. "Looks like a farmhouse", he said.

"Yeah....and outskirt the city", Anton nodded. "Definitely a place well hidden from prying eyes".

"And a place where sh!ts can be done without anyone noticing what's going on", Eric noted. "Do you think that's where the girl is being kept?", he asked Anton.

Anton sighed. "I don't know. But i was told that Tony and another guy named Tom are the guys that run Donnie's main operations", he replied.

"I have heard Tom talk about a farmhouse", Olivia then said. And it attracted the men's stares at her. "Several times, in his conversation with Donnie", she continued.

"Then it gotta be there", Eric murmured, hoping that he was right.

Then Anton reached for his cellphone that was vibrating an incoming call. He stared at the number calling with furrowed eyebrows. It was a number unknown to him, calling his other number that he had given to only one person. He glanced at the rest in the van with a curious look on his face, tapped the answer button and held the cellphone close to his ear.

"Hello Anton". It was Abigail's voice.

Anton said nothing and waited. The others gave him an inquisitive look after seeing the expression on his face.

"Anton.....are you there?". The voice rasped out of the speaker of the phone.

Anton looked at Eric who then gave him a nod. "I'm here", he began and motioned at the Tech-man who immediately disconnected Tony's cellphone and waited for the next instruction. "Are you okay?", he asked, trying to sound calm.

"You can see that she is in good health", Donnies voice said.

Anton moved his weight and remained silent for a shortwhile. "Good to know that", he then said and ended the phone conversation.

Eric stared intently at Anton as he reclined in his seat with an unfazed look. "Is it your friend?", he asked.

Anton nodded. Olivia glanced at the cellphone he was holding and stared at him with a confused look on her face. She already knew that he was a man that's full of surprises, but what he just did was quite unfathomable to her.

"Well i don't think that's the right thing to do now", Eric continued.

"Me too", Olivia quickly agreed. "We now know that Abigail is still alive. But what you just did might get her killed for sure", she continued.

"It is", Anton sighed. Then he looked at Eric. "We have hit him where it hurts. And i think he wants to make a deal", he continued. "He will call back again. Just wait". Then he stared ahead thoughtfully and immediately leaned forward. He asked the Tech-man to hand over the laptop and started scrolling through the map on it's screen.

Several minutes later, his cellphone rang again. He ignored it and continued going through the screen of the laptop. Olivia moved uncomfortably with anxious glances at Anton as the cellphone kept ringing. Then the ringing stopped. Olivia hissed frustratingly and looked out of the window with a disappointed look on her face. Eric and the Tech-man remained calm; both of them knew that Anton had a plan. He always has one.

The cellphone started ringing again. This time Anton reached for it and connected it to the laptop. And then pressed the button after signalling the Tech-man to start running the trace.

"It's like you are no longer interested in knowing the fate of your friend", Donnie's voice said, there was some anger in its tone.

"Nope", Anton disagreed. "But it looks like you are desperate", he snorted.

Donnie hard breathing could be heard as he paused for a shortwhile. "I want us to talk", he then said.

"About what?", Anton asked.

"About your friend and i dont have time for any silly games...or else i will take it that you want her dead. And i'm gonna make sure of that, in a terrible way".

Anton glanced at the Tech-man who gestured at him that he was almost done tracking Donnie's whereabouts. "Go ahead", he said.

"Last time you said that you intended to pay up her debts, right?".

"True".

"I've decided to accept your offer. So let's put all these sh!t show behind us and set up a meeting so that we can make the exchange. You bring the money, in cash, and i bring your friend. We make it happen...quietly and then everyone go about their business. Are you okay with that?"

The Tech-man took out a pen, scribbled something on a piece of paper and held it infront of Anton. Anton took a glance at the paper and nodded. "Okay", he agreed with what Donnie had said. "But....i get to choose where it gonna happen", he added.

Donnie paused for a long moment. "But it's gonna be just you and me. And if i sense anything funny, the girl dies, understood?" he warned.

"I dont have any problem with that", Anton replied.

"Tell me where you want us to meet?"

Then Anton turned his attention to the laptop. He lingered at it thoughtfully for a while. "I want us to meet at the badlands off Route 74", he then informed Donnie.

"Why there?", Donnie demanded.

"Well you want it to be done quietly....and i want it somewhere away from any prying eyes", Anton replied. "And for security reasons cos anything funny will be easily noticed there".

Donnie paused for a short time and then said, "It's a deal".

"Make sure that your ass is there in one and half hour", Anton continued. "But first, can i talk to Abigail?",



Donnie handed Abigail the cellphone. "Your boyfriend wants to speak with you", he said to her. "And dont try to do anything funny", he warned her with a venomous glare.

Abigail took the cellphone from him. "Anton", she began weakly.

"Are you okay?", Anton's voice asked.

"Well i'm still breathing", Abigail sighed and glanced at Donnie. "I didn't know that you missed me that much baby", she continued. Donnie scoffed with a mocking look on his face.

"Well you heard what Donnie said".

Abigail looked at Donnie. "Well you already know him by now. He is what he is", she said.

"Don't worry, soon i will come set you free, i promise", Anton assured and the phone conversation ended.

Abigail closed her eyes and held the cellphone away from her ears. Then she opened her eyes and weakly handed the device to Donnie who snatched it from her with satisfying smile on his face.

Then Donnie glanced at Abigail from head to toe as the girl stared at him intently. Saying nothing to her Donnie proceeded to leave the room.

"So what's next? When do i get to leave?" Abigail demanded.

Donnie looked over his shoulder. "Who said that you are leaving?", he snorted. "B!tch i have alot of money to make, and a loverboy to kill", he chuckled and slammed the iron door of the room after he stepped out.

Abigail stared at the door as it got locked. And prayed that Anton fulfills his promise.



"Route 74?", Eric was confused. "Why there?" he asked Anton.

"Cos that motherfucker aint gonna let her go", Anton replied. "Abigail even knows. She said that he is what he is", he continued.

"So how is meeting him in Route 74 gonna help the situation?", Olivia demanded.

"He intends to draw him out of the farmhouse", Eric replied.

Anton smiled at Eric. "This is what's gonna happen", he began and readjusted his posture in his seat. "I will go to the farmhouse as fast as i can, you go into his place and hit his men with the Hammer and Anvil, and i do the same to the rest in the farmhouse. And if Donnie is as stupid as i think he is, he will definitely go to the meeting place to collect his ransome".

"And then what?", Eric asked. "He might be stupid but it doesnt mean that he won't be going there with some back ups. In a place like Route 74, even a blind man would see any sh!t-storm that is about to hit him from a mile away cos it is an open field", he continued.

"I know", Anton agreed. "But he is about to know who he is fu@king with".

"Guys!" Olivia began with her eyes staring ahead. "He is here".

The rest turned their attentions ahead and saw three men alighting from a black SUV that had stopped infront of Donnie's penthouse.

"That's Tom", Olivia said and pointed at the man being followed the other two.

"I see", Anton nodded. He watched the three men as they made a quick survey around them and then hurriedly entered the building. The he looked at Eric. "He and the rest of the goons are all yours", he said.

Eric nodded with a cold and steady gaze at the entrance of the building. He knowing that a girl was about to suffer a terrible fate and seeing one of men responsible for that still walking had put alot of fire of anger in his eyes. Now the eagerness to go leave them in pieces greatly overrides his concerns about The Family and their order that he had violated.

"I also brought something", the Tech-man said. "Boss said that you will be needing it. Then he opened the back door of the mini-van and got out. Eric and Anton did the same after Anton grabbed Tony's cellphone and checked to see that none of Donnie's men were around. The three men walked to the back of the Tech-man's car and he opened the trunk. "He specifically said that you need Gats...and i brought the ones that f@cking blows the wall", he continued and waved at the the trunk-full of automatic military grade assault rifles and machine guns. "Those men deserve some fresh hell....for what they did to Marie", he muttered.

"Good", Anton nodded with satisfaction.

Eric studied the weapons and reached for the Flashbang grenades. He took two and also grabbed a tire iron that was also in the boot.

"Is that all?", the Tech-man asked with a flabbergasted look on his face as Eric concealed both the grenade and the metal inside his hospital cloth.

Eric adjusted his cloth with a frown and gave no reply to the question. "I will call you when i'm done", he said to Anton and started heading towards the entrance of the building.

"Going against armed men with only a tire iron? That's suicide!" The Tech-man voiced his concern at Anton with furroewd eyebrows.

"He had done that many times with something much less", Anton snorted as he stared at Eric leave. "He is a man of pure weapon and amour. And he had spent his entire life building alot of it".

The Tech-man nodded as he too watched Eric disappear into the building. "A born killer", he murmured.

"I have to be on my way". Anton said. He glanced at his wristwatch. "Now we have an hour and ten minutes before Donnie expect to see me with his money. "Its about ten minutes drive to the farmhouse from here, but i will make it five, and i will be using your car. So i want you to watch Olivia till i get back".

"What about Donnie?", the Tech-man asked.

"I will be done before he even know what hit him", Anton replied.

"Then what?".

"I will call in a favour...from a friend that owe me alot".

Then the Tech-man grabbed a PTR 9KT pistol, his favourite, and concealed it under his jacket. He slammed the trunk shut and handed Anton the car keys. "Do them good sir", he said to Anton. And he started heading towards the van as Anton hopped into the car.


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Thanks for all the comments

CHAPTER SIX


"Son of a b!tch!!". Donnie's voice echoed in the lobby of the tenth floor of the hotel build when he realized that Tony was dead. And with alot of effort he prevented himself from smashing his cellphone against the wall. Then he turned his fiery eye at one of his four bodyguards with him in the lobby of his client hotel room. "Any words from Jason?!" he barked at the man.

His bodyguard shook his head. "He is not answering the call", he replied.

"Sh!t!". Donnie let out a deep frustrating sigh and bowed his head, thinking about the situation he was now facing. Things were now escalating and going bad for him really fast. One of his right-hand men was dead, more of them too. Jason and his crew might have suffered the same because by now he supposed to have reported to him if the job was done.

Thinking of what next to do and the conversations that he had with Anton at his place, Donnie remembered something in particular. Something that Anton had earlier mentioned -"I would love to be his relative if he was the man doing God's left hand work."- Donnie thought about those words that Anton had said to him and it rang a bell.

He wasn't much of a religious person, but those words hit him with a realization. God blesses with his right hand, and the other hand, the left, is for inflicting wrath and punishment. Anton had given him a clue on the kind of person he was dealing with. And he failed to take the man seriously.

Then the elevator arrived in the floor with a ding sound. The bodyguards moved their hands to where their weapons was concealed, including Donnie; the recent events that had unfolded got all of them agitated and on high alert.

Tom stepped out of the elevator car and they all relaxed on seeing him.

"So what do you have?", Donnie asked when Tom came over.

Tom sighed. "We have a very bad situation", he began with a worried look on his face. "That guy is no ordinary man. At first, his records showed that he was just a regular guy that served in the army".

"And?".

"And.....when our source dug deeper, he got to find out a few things, very serious things. For short, the guy is one of them top government heavy hitters. The men that make things happen. I'm talking about extensive secret covet jobs, heavy military operation, one of the men they call if the government wants to take out a very dreaded organizations. And he has a very long list of hardcore missions that he had successfully carried out".

Donnie sighed again and moved his necktie uncomfortably. He was feeling hot and sweaty in his suit despite the lobby being well air-conditioned.

The Tom got closer to him. "We are in alot of trouble sir", he whispered to Donnie. Our source said that we are lucky to have lived this long f@cking with this guy".

Donnie brooded on what Tom had told him for a while. "Isn't there something that can be done to this motherfucker?", he demanded desperately. "Perhaps some calls that can be made to our people. I can't be paying them sh!t loads of money for nothing goddamit!".

"The guy told me that no one, even our guys in the police and connects in the government, would wanna be involved in this mess, especially if it involves guys like him, guys who has to be on your side if you are planning a coup in this country", Tom whispered his reply. "Boss you know that this is about that girl and our deal with our client", he jerked his head at the door of of Don Gucci's hotel room. "And none of them are aware of this deal".

"So what do you make of this situation?".

"Do what our guy told me to tell you before he stopped answering my calls. To keep your best men around and to never go anywhere without them...till you get the hell out of the country".

Donnie brooding again for a long while with both hands in his pockets. Then he looked at Tom. "Alright this is what i want you to do. First, you call the doctor and tell him to make the preparations as fast as he can. Then call the rest of the men, tell them to rendezvous at my place, you go there and get my passport and every other useful documents, also bring the cash. Take everything, bring the men with you and go to the farmhouse as quick as you can".

Tom nodded.

"I will take Mr Giancola to the farmhouse. After his procedure, we shutdown all our operation and lay low for a while, perhaps leave the country", Donnie continued.

"Why dont we just give the guy what he wants", Tom suggested. "We can still find another subject for the procedure. Some of the men are now voicing their concerns about this situation....and it got them all shook".

"Well i aint giving that motherfucker what he wants!" Donnie retorted. "She is the only edge i have over him. All i need is time, and i will get back at that fool!"

"We might never get to have that time boss", Tom noted.

This prompted Donnie to flash him and evil glare. "Go do what i said", he said to Tom with a serious tone in his voice and pointed at the elevator. Tom hesitated abit and then left.


"Are we having some kind of problem?", Don Gucci curtly asked Donnie as he and his bodyguards walked back into his presidential suit hotel room.

Donnie regarded the mid-aged white man dressed in a white robe and sitting in a sofa with a hand holding a champagne glass. "No sir", Donnie muttered and dropped his weight on another sofa beside Don Gucci with a sigh. "Just a few glitch...and it's already well handled", he continued with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Good". Don Gucci took a sip from his glass. He was aware that something is wrong somewhere; he could see it on Donnie's face. But all he cared about was his new heart and not the man's problems. "As long as your end of the deal will be fufilled", he continued, looking at Donnie as he swallowed the sparkling conten he sipped from the glass.

"Yeah...about the procedure. We have decided to carry it out today", Donnie said and took out his cellphone.

"I thought you said it will be done tomorrow", Don Gucci said with furrowed eyebrows.

"We have decided to speed it up...so as to quicken your recovery time and allow you to attend to your own matters. And also go into the others deals that you and i have at hand".

Don Gucci gave Donnie an inquisitive stare for a shortwhile and then smiled. "Very good. Besides, i dont want to stay longer in this country and i dont deal with your kind, no offence". Don Gucci never hid the fact that he was a racist.

"No offence taken, it's all business", Donnie smiled. His quest to be a bigger player in the drug business overrides the character of the man he has to deal with.

"But i will make you an exception. So after the procedure is done, i will give you any amount of supply that you need and whenever you want it", Don Gucci muttered with a faint smile. "As long as the payments are made", he added.

"You dont have to worry about that", Donnie gave the man a superficial smile. Then he took a quick glance at his wristwatch. "I think you have to prepare. I will drive you to the place. We can discuss more on our way", Donnie said and hurriedly got to his feet. "My men will escort you to the car when you are done".

Don Gucci gave Donnie a nod and sipped his champagne as Donnie walked out of the room with his four bodyguards, and closing the door after him.

"Bloody people", Don Gucci scoffed at the thoughts of dealing with black men. But there was no any other way of solving his problems except dealing with the group of people he so much loathed. Then he finished his drink and proceeded to go change his clothes so as to go get a new heart.


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Anton brought his benz to a halt several metres away from the high rise that housed Donnie's penthouse. He made a quick surveillance of his surroundings. Olivia sitting beside him was doing the same.

The thought of her mother being safe and also the realization of her being with the winning team had made her grow in confidence. Now she really wants to help bring down the man that had always being a terror to her.

Minutes later Eric's mini-van grinded to a halt infront of the benz. Anton reached for his weapon. After seeing Eric exit the car, he relaxed the hand and got out of his car too.

"Quite on time", Anton smiled at Eric when the two met.

"You know me. Every damn minute that a motherfucker lives pisses me off", Eric said and took out Tony's cellphone from his pocket. Then he glanced at the benz. "Is it her?", he asked.

Anton nodded as Eric handed him the cellphone. "You saving her grandmother is a morale boost for her. So where did you keep her?", he asked.

"She is lodged at the hotel where am staying, in the best room with the best service to help calm her nerves. And you better make her stay short or the bills will be taller than the hotel building".

Anton smirked and took out a pack of cigarette from his pocket. He lit one for himself and held the pack infront of Eric who rejected the offer. Then he set his sight at their target building as he gently exhaled the the smoke from his lungs. Eric focused his attention at the building too, monitored its surroundings and the activities going on around it.

"Aren't you not worried that the girl might be....dead by now?", Eric asked as they studied the building.

Anton scoffed and put the filter end of the tobacco in between his lips. "Then God help him, God help them all cos i will be drinking wine with Donnie's skull for a very long time if that happens", he muttered and blew a cloud of smoke.

"Then tell me what i will be facing in there so that i can plan the throw-down proper".

"Wait"

Then a white Toyota sedan diverted from the sparse traffic and parked behind the Mercedes. The driver signalled at them with his headlamps. Anton gave him a weak smile and gestured at him.

"The Tech-man is here", he said to Eric. "Lets go inside your van", he continued and went over to the front passenger seat while Eric moved to the driver's position.


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A lot of typos and error. My apologise for that cos i never had the time to read through and my posts are shamefully of low quality. But pls do bear with me cos i'm caught up between thinking of what next to write and planning for a family relocation. I hope you guys are entertained. Thanks for the comments.....and other ideas and critics are highly welcomed.

The pertrified woman tried to calm down her crying baby and watched with alot of horror as Marie hauled the second body into the bathtub in her bathroom.

"Sorry for the bloody mess", Marie said with an unapologetic voice as she tossed the head of one of the headless corpse in the tub and wiped the sweat on her forehead. "But you will have to find another apartment my dear. I would have helped you clean up your place by cutting these bodies to pieces and flushing em down the toilet. But i dont have much time", she continued.

Then Marie turned the bathtub water faucet and washed the bloodstains off her hands. When she was done, she turned her attention at the woman that was visibly shaking and looked at the baby that she was clutching tightly. Marie came towards her and the woman backed a bit in fear.

Marie glanced at her from head to toe and gave the baby that was now calm a wide grin. "Arent you a cutie", she said playfully to the well fed baby. The baby cooed at Marie happily. "You are safe now and you dont have to worry about mama waking very late to attend to you cos she will be having alot of sleepless nights".

The mother got abit relaxed despite hearing what Marie had said about the night problems she would be having. Then Marie told her to lock the door....or what was left of it and speedily left the apartment after picking up her heavily bloodstained death dealing blades.


Jason decided that he had waited too long after getting no communication from his men. He held his MP5 sub-machine gun in one hand reached for his two-way radio. "Anyone seen the subjects yet", he radioed and waited for a response. Seconds passed and he got none. "Anyone one there? Talk to me!", he barked into the mouthpiece. He got no reply. And he knew that something was wrong.

Putting his weapon in business mode, Jason quietly ascended the stairs. He reached the first floor, pressed his body against the corner and peered into the quiet lobby. Seeing and hearing no activity, he proceeded into the place, with his weapon pointed. Most of the apartment doors were left ajar; the places that his men had searched. He started peering into each apartment he reached to check for anything out of the ordinary.

He got to the fifth apartment and cautiously peer into the place. The furnitures were knock out of place and there was a large red patch on the with rug covering the floor; bloodstain. More were on the some of furnitures and also trailed into the bathroom.

He maintained a calm position, tightened his grip on his weapon and entered the place with silent steps, heading towards the bathroom and taking quick glances behind him so as not to be caught off-guard.

With a lot of caution and a keen sight in his beady wicked looking eyes, Jason gently pushed the bathroom door open. And he was greeted with the sight of two of his men lying in a pool of blood in the bathtub with a lot of stab wounds and knife cuts. One of the body was without an arm and the men's weapon was missing.

Jason muttered a curse as he stared at the bodies with a bewildered look on his face. And it dawned to him that his men were dead. All of them.

Then he sensed a movement behind him and it prompted him to speedily turn around.

Marie swung the meat cleaver at the leader of the gang, aiming for his skull. The man reacted faster and used his weapon to shield himself from the blow. The blade of the knife hit the handgun and knocked it out of the man's hand, sending it flying across the living-room. Then the man expertly disarmed Marie's weapon with a knife hand blow to her wrist. He unleashed another blow and it sent Marie tumbling on the floor.

Jason kicked the big knife away and started approaching Marie with the intention to kill her with his bare hands. Marie lunged at him again with the other knife in her other hand. But Jason expertly dodged the attack, hit her with more blows that rocked her balance, disarmed her of the knife and sent her crashing into a furniture with a wicked punch that sent blood flying from her mouth. Marie launched another attack, and yet again Jason, who had already gotten hold of the knife he had dispossessed from her, blocked the attack, swung an uppercut that almost threw her in the air and thrusted the blade of the knife into her shoulder. Then he twisted the blade viciously, grabbed her by the neck and slammed her hard on the living-room center table.

"F@cking hamster", he scoffed at Marie as he used his weight to limit her movement and pushed the knife deep into her flesh, making Marie to groan loudly with alot of pain. "Say goodbye honey", he said and yanked out the blade from her flesh to finish her off with it.

Anton stepped into the apartment as Jason raised the knife to finish off Marie. Without caution, he threw himself in their position and his body collided with that of Jason, knocking the man of Marie and knocking the knife from his hand. Being the first person to regain his balance, Anton shot his foot forward and sent Jason tumbling futher away from Marie.

After absording the blow, Jason immediately got to his feet and took his fighting stance. Anton did the same and took a quick glance at Marie who was now groaning painfully with a hand clutching her heavily bleeding shoulder.

Come on, lets have some fun", Jason motioned at Anton with an evil smile on his face. Then Jim stepped into the place as the men were about to go at each other. He looked at Marie and saw that she was badly hurt. This made him to flash Jason and evil glare. Jason threw quick glances at both Anton and Jim. And knew that the odds were against him.

Despite the excruciating pain, Marie chuckled and look at Jason. "Good bye honey", she muttered to him and this prompted Anton to go at him.

Jason made an attempt to go for the weapon on the floor. But he was stopped short by a right kick to his ribs. A right vicious hook to the face followed, Jason tasted blood and staggered towards Jim who had already slipped on his "iron priest" knuckle brass.

Jim swung the metal covered knuckles at Jason. An uppercut met the man's jaw with a lot of brute force that knocked alot of blood and some teeth out of his mouth and almost knocked him off his feet. Anton immediately grabbed the meat cleaver as Jason's body swayed from the blow he had taken and wickedly swung the knife at the man's back.

The blade of the big knife ripped through the murder gang leader's combat jacket and open up a devastating deep cut that ran across his back. Anton delivered another blow and the blade sawed into his shoulder and left the man's arm almost chopped off.

Jim wasnt done yet. His anger had hit overdrive. And it clearly showed from the way he ferociously lunged at the Jason as the man was about to collapse, grabbed him by the waist, lifted him up and brought him down on the living-room table.

The entire house trembled like the building got hit by an earthquake when Jason's body flattened the living-room table and hit the floor . Then Jim got on top of him, swung the brass knuckled fist and splintered Jason's jaw bone. He delivered another blow with his other big fist and rendered the man's rib cage with an irreparable damage. The brass knuckle came again and cracked skull.

Then Jim got off Jason, both he and Anton stood over the body that they had mangled and stared at the dying man with fire in their breath.

"No one touches our own", Jim muttered at Jason.

"And i dont f@cking play with your likes", Anton added and savagely brought down the heel of his shoe on Jason's face.

Marie painfully heaved herself to her feet after Jason's skull crushing sound echoed in the apartment. Anton immediately went to her aid, almost tearing off his shirt to press it against her shoulder wound.

"I hope this will end our beef", Anton said to her and used his body to support her.

"I will think about it", Marie gave the man that saved her life a bright smile.

Then Anton's cellphone vibrated an incoming call. Seeing the number which he recognized, he immediately pressed the answer button while Jim got hold of Marie and asked her if she was alright.

"Have you got her?", Anton spoke in the device mouthpiece.

"She's okay. I got her with me", Eric's voice replied.

Anton heaved a sigh of relief. "Where are you now?" he asked.

"Driving around with no destination in mind", Eric replied. "And it will do alot of good if you give me a clear explanation as to why i'm leaving corpses of men that were really intended on getting their hands on a harmless old woman so as to get to her daughter", his voice continued.

"Did she tell you that?"

"No. I got that while i was pounding the ass of their leader by the name Tony".

"Is he dead?"

"The guy wont be talking much again".

"Damn!" Anton sighed and shut his eyes, wishing that Eric didn't kill Tony because it could be a way of finding Abigail's location.

"I'm still waiting for the explanation", Eric then voiced and Anton opened his eyes.

"We are dealing with a gang that runs a human organ trafficking racket", Anton said. "And someone that i know, a girl, is about to become their next victim".

"That's some serious sh!t, and i dont like it", Eric said.

"Me too", Anton agreed.

"So what do you wanna do?"

"I have to find where they are keeping the girl....and fast. Tony would have given us that info".

Eric's sigh could be heard. "Well i got his cellphone. Do you have any Tech-man that can trace all the locations that he had been to?", he asked.

Anton smiled and looked at Brad. "I want you to take the woman to a safe place and then come to the location that i will be texting to you...and get there as fast as you can", Anton said to Eric.

"Roger that", Eric said.

Then Anton ended the phone conversation and started typing a text message. "Take care of Marie and send you tech-boy to the location i will be sending to you", he said to Jim and sent the text message.

"I just hope that another worker of mine won't end up like her", Jim was referring to Marie.

"Don't worry", Anton assured.

"What about you?" Jim asked.

"Going to Donnie's place to say hi".

"Are you sure you wanna do this alone?".

Anton smirked. "A god-warrior will be there with me", he said and immediately left the apartment before Jim could say anything, heading to the fourth floor to get Olivia.

Eric checked to ensure that the extension cords that he had used to tie Tony to the chair hasn't in anyway loosen from the violent blows he had been delivering. Then he wiped the spittle on his shirt that Tony had spewed at him that prompted the clobbering.

"So", Eric began as he checked his shirt. "Are you gonna answer the question or make another senseless mistake of pushing your luck?" he asked and looked at Tony who head was bowed with alot of bruises and terribly lumped up face.

"The boss", Tony began painfully with saliva mixed with blood dripping from his lips. The few blows he had taken from the man standing infront of him was overly beyond the punishment he could bear. And was very unwilling to take more.

"What about your boss?", Eric curtly demanded.

"He....he wants the woman so as to get to her daughter", Tony coughed and groaned.

Then Eric looked at the old woman. She was standing away from them and watching with a petrified look on her face. Until now she had never seen a man make another man squeal out with so much pain, and quite loudly. Eric had put back her hearing aid device. But she wished that he didnt do so because the sickening sound of fist meeting face that echoed around the place when Eric was brutally pummeling Tony was something that she wont forget in a hurry.

"It seems like your daughter is safe", Eric said to the woman.

"Thank.....God", the old woman said and looked at Eric, wondering if he was indeed heaven sent. "My daughter.....is she...working for your boss", the old woman then asked Tony, gazing at him.

"Yes she does", Tony replied.

"And what kind of job if i may ask", the woman asked again.

Tony stared at the woman for a while and his badly bruised lips curved into a mischevous smile. He had just realized that the old woman was unaware of her daughter's line of profession. "Your daughter is one of the boss' wh@re", he chuckled. "And very good at it cos that girl really...really know how to do a man good. The sweetest wh@re they have ever tasted, that's what most of the men said about her". Then Tony started laughing while Eric and the old woman stared at him in silence with an expressionless look on their faces. There is no doubt that the guy infront of him would probably beat him to death after the ordeal. And there's nothing he could do except hurt the old woman's feelings.

"So....why does your boss wanna get her daughter", Eric asked, controlling his anger with alot of effort.

Tony stopped laughing, sighed and looked at his tormentor. "Well you just found out that she is safe, so why dont you ask her", he replied.

"Well i'm asking you now and don't make me ask you again", Eric stated with a murderous look on his face. He has zero tolerance for men or people that take advantage of women.

"She knows something that she shouldn't know,.....and now running around with some asshole that is causing trouble for the boss", he replied.

Eric immediately knew that he was talking about Anton. And decided that there was no need asking him more questions....or keeping him alive. As long as men like him are alive, he will always be on a killing spree.

Then Eric turned to the old woman. "I want you to go wait for me outside", he said to her. The woman looked at him and he saw that she was trying to hide the shock of realizing what her daughter was doing in order to pay for the exorbitant group home that she was staying in. "We will join you later", Eric added and motioned at the door.

The old woman nodded, gazed at Tony who scoffed at her and proceeded to exit the room. After she walked out, Eric made sure that she has exited the factory building and then went over to Tony with a murderous look on his face.

"I would have asked you to tell me where you boss is so that i can pay him a visit", Eric began and grabbed Tony by his neck. "But someone else will give me his location".

Eric swung his fist at Tony's face and the powerful blow fractured the man's jaw in three places. Then Eric pushed his fingers inside Tony's mouth, got hold of the man's jaw and upper mouth. And tugged. Tony bellowed a bloodcurdling scream till Eric tore his mouth and face apart.

"I only asked a question, but you talk too much", Eric murmured, wiped the bloodstain on his hands on Tony's shirt and left the deadman.


The old woman saw Eric walking outof the factory and searched for Tony. "Where is he?" she asked as Eric opened the door for her.

"He couldnt make it", Eric replied. "So i had to...let the man go".

The old woman understood what he meant by letting the man go. She nodded and dropped her weight in the back seat of the minivan. Eric got into the driver's seat, brought life to the engine of the vehicle and put it in motion.

Then Tony's cellphone that Eric had taken started vibrating an incoming call as he wheeled the van onto the road. He reached for it in his pocket and stared at the caller i.d.

"Tony!" Donnie's voice rasped out of the earpiece after Eric touched the "Answer" button.

"No sir", Eric replied.

Then a brief silence followed. "Who the f@ck are you?" Donnie's voice then asked. Eric could hear the nervousness in the tone.

"The guy who makes the first step in funeral arrangements", Eric replied, attracting the old woman's gaze.

"What about my men?"

"Well,...Tony and the rest had earned their one-way ticket to the biggest barbeque in the entire universe. I made sure of that".

Then Donnie's voice rasped out indistinct curses.

"Calm down sir, yours will soon be delivered in no time", Eric continued and gave his side mirror a quick glance as he worked the steering wheel. "Just exercise a little patience cos....". Donnie ended the phone call before he could finish.

"Is it...him", the old woman asked.

Eric nodded after glancing at the cellphone and returned it back to its former position. "Probably he is too busy to have a phone chat", Eric muttered.

"So what now? Where are we going?", the woman asked.

"Somewhere that i should take you to", Eric replied. But he has no idea where to take the woman and this prompted him to reach for his cellphone to call Anton. And to also know if he needed more help in taking down Donnie; the boss.

Two armed men reached the stair landing of the fourth floor. Entering the fairly lit corridor with their guns pointed, they saw a woman, leaning in a drunken stupor, against the door of the first apartment, muttering incoherently at door and fumbling with its handle.

Both gunmen speedily went over to the door and one grabbed the woman who fell heavily against his body as he did so to move her away from the door while the second man proceeded to kick down the door to search the apartment. The second armed man stepped into the empty apartment and made a quick search in both the bathroom and bedrooms. Then he noticed that the other gunman wasn't in there with him.

Walking out of the bedroom and crossing the livingroom with his gun pointed to check on his partner, he saw a lifeless body lying near the door with a pool of blood beside it. The gunman saw the overall black outfit and immediately knew that the body was one of them; his partner. Then he heard a movement behind him and saw the shadow of a figure on the floor from the corner of his eyes. This prompted the gunman to speedily spin around to use his weapon. And at the same time, the blade of the meat cleaver came speedily swinging at his arm that was bearing the automatic assault rifle.

With pinpoint accuracy Marie swung the razor-sharp blade of the big knife at the man's elbow and sent the limb flying away from the rest of the body with the hand still gripping the weapon. A blood-curdling scream escaped from the gunman's mouth as blood from the severed elbow spurted all over the living-room. Then Marie thrusted the other hand that was bearing the knife straight to the man's face and the blade went straight into his mouth. The blade silenced the man's scream and left him with a highly baffled look on his face as life slipped away from him. Then Marie released her grip on the knife handle, the man remained still on his feet for a short moment and crumbled to the floor, very dead with the blade of the knife protruding from the back of his neck.

Marie immediately rushed to the door of the apartment and grabbed the weapon of the other dead gunman who she had earlier killed; she had his neck arteries opened up with several knife thrusts to his throat after his partner stepped into apartment and covered his mouth to muffle his groans as she killed him.

Holding the assault rifle in position, she peered into the corridor to check for any activity. Her eyes caught Anton's face that was also peering into the corridor. Marie then stepped out of the apartment and motioned at him. Anton came over with Jim following behind and both men dragged the dead body into the apartment while Marie watched the corridor.

"Two down now", Marie sighed.

"Yeah", Anton sighed too and got hold of the dead men communication device. "And a large pool of blood infront of the door", he continued. "Quite a calling card".

"Atleast it's not the blood of the person that they intend to blast on sight", Marie scoffed at Anton as he disappeared into the kitchen.

"Could you guys please put a hold on this lovers quarrel that is going on between you two", Jim said irritatedly to Marie "There are more of them we gotta deal with. So any thoughts on the situation at hand?" he asked her and looked at the dead gunman and his severed limb.

"I think there are six men or more, split in pairs, each searching every apartments in the floors of the building", Marie stated.

"Good. Then we will have to take em out...and your method seems to be the best way".

"You mean to sneak upon them and leave pieces of them scattered all over the place? But they all got radio device on them. And if any of them, like these dead two fails to reply to a communication, it will send the rest moving fast and to this floor to let loose".

"Then we move faster", Anton said as he dashed out of the kitchen with a small knife in his hand. He heaved a frustrating sigh, glanced at the knife with a blunt blade and glanced around the living-room. The guy sleeping here probably eats outside. Can't find anything handy in this damn place.

Marie snorted. "The f@ck were you expecting in here? Fort Braggs kind of of armory?" she asked.

"I will be needing one of that butcher knife", he demanded and motioned at meat-cleaver that Marie was holding.

"Negative sir", Marie declined.

"Or you rather prefer to take on all those killers alone?" Anton asked.

"I'm not complaining", Marie muttered and started heading towards the door. "Just make sure that girlfriend is safe", was the last thing she said before leaving the apartment.

Anton and Jim watched her leave. "I hope she is still taking her Thorazine medication?" Anton asked Jim. Jim shrugged and surveyed the living-room again. "I hope this building block doesn't end up becoming a butcher factory", Anton concluded and walked out to go check on Olivia.

"Jake is dead sir! And we are following the motherfucker", Tony said to Donnie, who had called him to get an update on the mission. "Sir, he is a lone man and there are five of us. We gonna get that fool and bring the woman in no time", he continued and ended the call after Donnie voice had barked his orders. "The f@cker is going away! Follow him goddammit!!" he barked at the grimey looking driver when the minivan they were trailing suddenly accelerated and started increasing the gap between them.

He pulled out his handgun from his waistbelt and the rest of the men in the van loaded and cocked their automatic weapons. And stared ahead with a determined look on their faces. Then one of the men voiced his concern about the guy driving the oldwoman. The way Jake was killed without anyone knowing, not even the visitors and workers in the group home, was of some concern to him. Tony furiously barked at the man to be quiet and told the rest to be prepared and very alert incase of any other unpleasant surprises.

After several rough driving and making the turns that the minivan had made; the man sitting beside the driver was watching their target with a binoculars, they grinded to a halt beside the minivan that was now parked near a building that looked like an empty wooden furniture factory in a secluded area.

The five men, including Tony, cautiously got down from their vehicle with their guns pointed. One man checked the minivan and signalled at the rest that the car was empty. Then Tony motioned at the men to take their position and the cautiously entered the building.

Inside the place, the men saw themselves staring at tens of high stacked wood boards and plywood, some complete and partly made furnitures, work tables and lots of woodwork tools and machines. The place was fairly lit by several dust covered big light bulbs hanging overhead and reeked of stale cured wood with alot of wood chips on the rough floor. All the windows of the building was boarded up with thick woods that shaded light from outside.

After glancing around the place for a shortwhile, Tony motioned at one man to lock the door. The man did so and then they all split-up, each man heading towards different sections of the factory with their guns pointed and moving cautiously.

One of the men noticed several wood dust foot prints on the ground. He followed its lead towards a section in the factory that housed a big automatic wood cutting table saw. The prints ended near the table and the man cautiously bent to check under the table saw. Seeing nothing else of interest, the man straightened up with a sigh...and suddenly saw a figure looming at him with a crowbar. He reacted immediately. But he wasnt quick enough for the lightening movement of his attacker.

A brief groan and a thumping sound attracted the other men's attention and stopped them in their tracks. Then a sudden loud whirring sound of a saw machine made them to rush towards the wood cutting section. They got there in time to see their unconscious partner being run through the spinning blades of the machinery. And two men ended up having their clothes stained by the blood of their man that sprayed all over the place as the blades separated his torso.

"Jezus Christ!". One of the men bawled in horror, shielding his face from more blood that was thrown in his way.

Tony immediately hit the kill-switch of the mechanical saw and barked at the rest to keep searching. The men regarded him with contempt, glanced at the disjoined body and guts on the machine table, and left with some reluctance; they now know that they were dealing with a target who was being helped by a seemingly effective and elusive butcher-man. It scared them.

Tony was scared too. He gave the gory scene infront of him one last look, wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead and joined the rest in their search. He was used to delivering body parts and organs. But they were always in a well sealed anti-fragile ice box. What he had just seen was new to him. If they dont find and eliminate the psycho-maniac that was sneaking around the place, any of them could be the next to suffer the same fate....or even worse.

These thoughts and what he had just witnessed prompted Tony to tighten his grip on his pointed weapon with keen eyes on everything in his line of sight.

The second man wiped the stream of sweat trickling into one of his eyes to get a clearer vision of sight. Checking the corners of a stacked plywood with more sweat rolling down his face with quickened breath, he turned around to check on his partner who was also making cautious checks around the corners of another wood board stacks. His partner looked at him and nodded an all clear sign. As he was about to acknowledge the sign, two strong arms suddenly grabbed him from behind and pulled him into a dark corner of wood stacks. His partner bawled at the rest as he disappeared.

The third man forced his way through the narrow spaces between the stacks to get to the other man, barking at the rest as he did so. Then the man reappeared from behind the pile of wood, staggering backwards without his weapon and one hand trying to pullout a screwdriver stabbed into his neck. The third man who was rushing to his aid, saw another screwdriver that flew out from behind the stack at a blinding speed and its shank got embedded inside the skull of the second man. The impact also knocked the man to the ground and ended his futile struggle for life.

The third man cursed out loud, unloading a hail of bullets from his sub machine gun that ripped chunks of wood from the pile of wood where the second man had met his fate. The others joined and unleashed a ferocious gunfire that left the high stacked wood almost tilted sideways. Then the men reloaded their weapon and immediately rushed to check behind the stack that was almost rendered useless and left dangerously unbalanced.

Tony was the first to reach, and he swung his hand gun to finish whoever or whatever that was behind the pile. But he saw nothing. And so did the other two men. They stood and glared at the chunks of woods that their bullets had ripped from the wood board.

"Four...three...two...one", Eric murmured the count down and made his move towards the three men from behind with fast and stealth pace.

The oldwoman saw the timer on the cellphone flash the last digit and immediately proceeded to press the main switch of the factory electric box, just as Eric had instructed her. She pressed the button and threw the entire bulding into darkness.

Then she waited and stared at the digital timer started counting again. Thirty seconds passed and she immediately pressed another switch, and the light came back again. Then she sighed and remained still just as she had been instructed. But she was unaware of the wild gunfire that erupted and the groans of dying men throughout the half minute of darkness because she wasn't wearing her hearing aid. Eric had taken her ear device after giving her the instructions.


Tony immediately sprang to his feet when the lights came back on. A blow had knocked him down and knocked his weapon from his hand when the lights went off. And had frantically searched for it as blood-curdling screams and gunfires filled the air as death came upon the rest of his men.

Overly stunned and breathing hard, Tony made a frantic search for his gun....for any gun he can get his hands on, and saw none at all. Having no time to check on his men that were sprawled out on the floor with horrific slashes that almost left them cut in half, he raced towards a door, stopping to grab a big wrench he saw on a work table.

On getting to the door, he frantically grabbed its handle and found out that the door was locked. He made a hasty glance around to see if anyone was coming after him and then proceeded to kick the door open. And saw himself in the factory control room and also saw his target: the oldwoman, sitting on a chair and facing away from him.

His anger and fear for his life immediately override his aim of taking the woman alive to his boss. This prompted him to raise the wrench to deliver a blow at the woman who wasnt even startled by his sudden barging into the place.

"You f@ck bitch!!", Tony barked with alot of murderous rage and made a move to deliver the death blow. But he got stopped short from accomplishing it by a strong grip that stopped his arm midway. He got dispossessed of the wrench and a stunning blow to the face sent him sprawling on the floor before he could get a look at his pain bringer.

Eric sent Tony rolling on the floor again with a hard kick to the gut when he made an attempt to get to his feet. Another attempt attracted a fist to the jaw and a brutal kick to the face.

"Stay down my friend", Eric muttered at Tony who laid on the floor groaning painfully. Then he looked at the oldwoman who was still oblivious of the beatdown going on behind her and slipped his hand inside his pocket to take out her hearing aid. "This is not the way to approach a good woman who wants to ask you some question", he warned Tony and kicked the door close. "And you gonna give her the right answers".

Tony waited anxiously. Stealing a glance at his wristwatch he sighed and looked at the position of the men's restroom. As he was about to check on the receptionist, Eric walked out of the place, casual in his steps and heading towards the old woman in the wheelchair. Then he shifted his gaze back at the restroom while Eric got hold of the wheelchair and pushed it towards the lobby exit.

Seconds passed and almost became a minute, and his man, Jake, hasn't shown up.

Getting a bit confused as to why Jake hadn't shown up, Tony got to his feet and started heading towards the restroom. The confusion turned into suspicion when he almost bumped into Eric as he wheeled the old woman towards the exit door. The man wheeling their target out of the place gave him a recognizing smile, said a quiet apology and continued towards the door.

Tony stared them as the glass door slid open for them to leave. And immediately headed into the restroom in quick strides, getting more agitated after seeing that Jake was yet to come out from the place.

Tony flashed his glances at the few men using the lavatory on entering the restroom. None of them was Jake. He got more tensed, angrily pushed away a man that got in his way and started checking the restroom stalls. And then he opened the stall with Jakes dead body in it.

Staring at his man with horror on his face, Tony cursed out loud, immediately took out his cellphone and rushed out of the place while the men stared at him with a lot of confusion. One man decided to check the stall to see the reason for his agitation.

"Get the boys and the car ready!" Tony barked into the mouthpiece of his cellphone, rushing towards the exit door. He raced to the parking lot and got there in time to see Eric driving away with their target in a brown mini-van. "That motherfucker knows that we are here!" he bawled as he rushed towards a black van waiting for him.

Eric peered at the rearview mirror to look at Agnes sitting in the backseat as he smoothly guided the car through the light traffic on the road. The woman looked calm and still oblivious of the situation she was in. And she smiled at Eric when her eyes caught he's staring at her through the rear mirror.

Eric smiled back weakly and shift his sight to the side mirror. He monitored the black van that had hurriedly rolled out of the Group home parking-lot and following them at a steady speed.

He had dialed Anton to get the next instructions after succeeding in getting Agnes out of the home. But Anton didn't answer the phone call, and he had tried several times to no avail.

Heaving a sighed, Eric turned his attention back to the road ahead of him, analyzing the situation at hand that Anton had gotten him into and thinking of his next move. He was yet to really know who the old woman was, her relationship to Anton, and the reason for her being targeted by some very thorough looking men. So far, to him, she seems to be a woman of good character, unlike someone that he had encountered a long time ago with a similar name a long time ago, carefree and like every normal mother, seems to care a lot about her daughter whom she had talked about at length on their way to the car; definitely not the type that has anything to do with people of shady character or any dealings with a dangerous individual.

Eric then thought about what Anton had earlier said at the bar and the confrontation between them and the five thugs in there. He didn't know the reason for those men to step up even though he never cared to know. But it was quite unlike Anton to engage in a barroom fight with a group of nobodies, unlike him to engage in any conflict whatsoever unless it's a government covet operation; a highly classified heavy-lifting operation that requires the best of the bests. And he is an elite soldier in a highly classified branch of the army, engaging in any kind of physical confrontation or conflict with civilians, especially in the home-turf was forbidden. That's one of the rules that he has to abide by a highly trained government killer.

Perhaps Anton might be onto something, Eric thought again. Something that he was very sure that the authorities or his former superiors are not aware of. The old woman at the backseat of the vehicle might be involved and probably not aware of it too.

This was a bit of concern for Eric. If it's true and happens to blow wide open, it could get loud enough to attract the attention of The Family.

Eric ran his fingers across his neatly cut hair as he thought of other possible options on how to handle the situation. He couldn't think of any, except the one; the one that he had been forbidden by the Family to do without their permission, and the one that he was very well acquainted with.

Several pages of the year's calendar on the table of his office had been flipped or ripped off and he had done nothing except sit and talk with a bunch of boring old men whose only interest was to run a country, and give countless prep talks to new recruits; not what he had expected when he joined his grandfather's organization. Of course, he was among the top guys playing a big role in the organization just as the old man had promised. But he had thought that role would be played in the fields of the organization's operation, in the battle-grounds, instead of sitting in a posh office all day and being attended to by a none-smiling steely looking female-killer turned secretary. Being in the fields made him sharper and in top condition, and he loved being like that all day every day. Now he fully understands why Nina, his biological mother, did what she did when she worked for the organization.

Then Eric made a left turn and saw the van trailing them do the same through the side mirror. And heaved a resigning sigh.

Well, outright disregard for rules and regulations was one of the bad characters in his gene, Eric thought. And he had been holding on for far too long. Besides, the old woman in the car with him was still far from being safe, as long as they were being trailed by a van full of armed men that are waiting eagerly to cause harm. He wouldn't just sit back and let them achieve that aim because those men will have to kill him first in order to succeed. The men are the type that only understand violence. And he too had been having a lot of urge to blow-off some steam, violently. So he might as well give them what they are seeking. To hell with the consequences.

Perhaps this could be an opportunity for him to go back to some of those bad...or rather dangerous habits of his. And like a recovering substance abuser that intends to get one more thrill, he intends to do it very discreetly. But first, there's one more hurdle for him, and it's the woman behind him.

"Are you a Christian?", Eric asked the old woman after checking if she still has her hearing aid plugged in her ear.

The woman smiled weakly. "I've gotten my own share of church sermons...but I'm not much of a church-goer though", she replied. "But I still believe that there is someone up there watching over us", she continued, staring at the scenery outside the van. "Are you?", she asked.

Eric pursed his lips and took a glance at his side mirror to monitor their would-be assailants. "I'm not much of a believer too", he replied. "And just like you, I believe that there is someone up there...though I have seen a lot of things that make me wanna ask him some questions".

"We all do my dear. We all have our questions. But sometimes the answers to those questions are right there before our face, but we don't see it because we are expecting to hear or see something different", the old woman said.

"How?", Eric demanded.

"Well...just like the talks about angels and the devil. Some are expecting to see a winged creature dressed in white or an ugly horror show with fiery red eyes. But all we just have do is look closely at the people that we interact with on a daily basis", the woman replied.

Eric took another glance at his side mirror again. The occupants of the van trailing them didn't seem to be making any move except follow them. They probably wanted to take the woman alive and seemed to be taking their time to achieve their aim, even after finding out that he was well aware of their plan....and seeing their dead colleague. Those men were well armed and would have moved in immediately for the kill long ago if it wasn't their plan get the old woman alive. They were probably waiting to arrive at the right spot for an easy getaway when they strike.

"Talking about Angels and devils, how will you know who is who?", Eric asked with his eyes back at the road and traffic ahead of him.

"If I spend time with any of them", the old woman replied.

"Like how long?".

"Just long enough".

"Okay".

"And now, I'm very sure that I'm with an angel", she continued, smiling with her eyes staring at Eric's face in the rearview mirror.

Eric chuckled and knew that it was now the time to let the woman know what's going on. "Perhaps a guarding angel", he corrected.

"Guarding angel? What makes you think so",

"Cos..some devils are coming after you,

The old woman stared at the sudden expressionless look on Eric's face. She thought about what he just said and looked outside of the car. Then she noticed for the first time that the vehicle wasn't heading to the hospital. Heaving a sigh and maintaining a calm composure, the woman regarded Eric for a short while. "We are not going for any medical check-up, are we?", she asked him intently with furrowed eyebrows.

"I'm sorry we aren't", Eric replied.

"And I guess you don't even work in the hospital".

"You guessed right, mam".

"So who are you?", the old woman asked curiously.

"I've already answered the question", Eric replied.

The old woman chuckled, thinking of how she had gotten herself into some kind of a funny charade. "Guarding angel huh?", she snorted. "And who are the devils that are after me?" she asked.

"There are four...or probably five of them....men following us", Eric replied. "If you look behind, you will see a black van". Then he read out the van's plate number, which the old woman saw was true when she looked behind to check. "They are armed and dangerous. I've already killed one", he continued.

The old woman regarded Eric with a look of concern. "Killed one", she repeated.

"Back at the group home, when I excused myself to use the restroom", Eric said.

The old woman regarded Eric for a shortwhile. "You excused yourself with the intention of using the restroom or to kill him?", she asked.

"Both". Eric sighed but trying to contain his patience. "But what I'm trying to say is that there are some men behind us that are bent on getting their hands on you and I was sent by someone who probably knows someone close to you to help you out".

The old woman glanced over her shoulder again to take another look at the van that was still trailing them. "I know that Olivia was up to no good", she then sighed with a downcast gaze. "I always had that feeling. There are times that she had this worried look on her face. Whenever I asked her what's the matter, she always says that it's her boss, and she hasn't visited for quite some time now. I hope she's alright", she murmured.

Eric heard her concern. "Do you want me to see if she's alright?" he asked.

"Can you?" the old woman demanded eagerly.

"I can", Eric replied. "But I have to ask one of those men behind....it could get quite messy...and I want your cooperation too".

The confidence in Eric's voice made the woman to nod her approval. This prompted Eric to suddenly hit the gas pedal and accelerate the vehicle, putting several cars in between their vehicle and the van that was trailing them, and racing to the destination where he intends to do the job. He obstructed and caused some of the motorist to hit their brakes so as to slow down the men that were on their tail.

Olivia rapped a frantic knock on the door with number 403 hanging loosely on it. A silent movement was heard inside the apartment as they waited but got no reply. Olivia sighed and banged her fist on the door again. "Who is it!", a male voice barked angrily from inside the apartment.

"Ben it's me....Olivia", Olivia replied cautiously and glanced at Anton. He was standing behind her, holding his handgun close to his chest. Jim too was also holding the firearm he had gotten from Brad.

The door was immediately unlocked after Olivia said her name. A lean man of below average height with a greasy smile and wearing only a singlet and a rumpled boxer stood infront of them after it opened. The smile turned into a mischievous one when the man set his eyes on Olivia, and it faded immediately when he saw the two men behind her, and fear took over him on seeing the weapons.

"Olivia", the man began cautiously with a face that made him look like a suspicious mouse as he stared at the men behind her, Anton in particular as the man regarded him with a cold stare. "What is going on?" he demanded.

"Nice to meet you". Marie came over in quick strides and pushed her way into the apartment, pushing the man aside as he stared at her with a bewildered look.

Anton and Jim immediately stepped into the place with Anton dragging Olivia with him. "Sorry for the inconvenience", he apologized to Ben, the man. "We have an emergency and would like to use your place".

Ben, still trying to process what was going on, stared at Marie as she briskly walked into his kitchen, heard some clattering of the utensils and then saw her walk back into the living-room examining the blades of the knife and meat cleaver she was holding in her hands. This put alot of fear in him and also made him to decide to play along with whatever plan the strange visitors had in mind.

"I thought you said that those men look like they are about to tear sh!t up", Anton noted as Marie tucked the blades underneath her red leather jacket. "I don't think they will be lightly heated for the situation".

"And neither will that handgun do much though", Marie muttered.

"Not only that. We can't risk a fu@king wild shoot-out in this place", Jim added as he peered into the corridor.

"Sir, i beg to differ cos those men are here to do exactly that", Marie said to Jim.

"We still gotta take them out without shots being fired. Can't risk innocent bodies catching stray bullets", Anton noted, glancing around the well organized living-room with its few furnitures. "We either eliminate them without firing a shot or find a way to get the hell out of this neighborhood", he continued and looked at Olivia who was now talking to Ben, answering the scared and sweating man's questions about the predicament she had brought to his place instead of the good time she had once promised him.

"The first option seems to be the only way....and i'm not the type that runs for the hill. But how are we gonna do it to those grimey dudes that are likely stroking automatic guns?" Marie snorted.

"Well we have to find a way to do it...or we die today", Anton muttered and cocked his handgun.

"Yeah. We have to find a way.. to solve your sh!ts", Marie scoffed, rolled her eyes and paced to the door.



The gunman quietly approached the front door that was left ajar with his gun pointing ahead. After cautiously pushing the door open, he peered into the apartment, glanced around the place with a tight grip on the weapon after seeing Brad's dead body on the floor. Then he got hold of his two way radio.

"They aint in here", he radioed his message.

"Go find them!", was the reply that crackled out of the speakers of the communication device. This prompted him to start making a door to door search in the apartment floor. And so did the other gunmen in the other floors, kicking open the doors of the empty apartments and holding the persons in the occupied apartments hostage; taking their cellphones and locking them in the bathroom to search their rooms for the targets.

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kendu3310:
R u not continuing the story again

Being crazy busy for sometime my bro.....but dont worry, i'm working on new updates.

Thanks. Sorry i missed a few words. The corrections has been made

Agnes noticed that the man picking her up for her unannounced medical check-up had been mute throughout their journey from her room to the lobby. And she decided to check up on him. To start a conversation.

"Are we going somewhere far?", Agnes asked and looked up at the man taller than her. She had been secretly admiring his good looks and manner....mostly his looks. He was unlike most men her daughter had introduced to her.

"Well not really", Eric replied as both of them walked into the waiting section of the lobby; Agnes was a slow walker. "But i don't drive rough incase if you are worried", he joked with a faint smile at Agnes and it made her laugh. Eric was glad that she did so. He had already noticed the three men....thugs that were keeping a watchful eyes on them. This will definitely make them feel that their intentions is yet to be known. Their faces, build and what they could possibly do, he had already analyzed with a few casual glances. And from what he had seen, which is, from their mood and the way they watched both him and the old woman, those men were very ready and really out to fufill their intentions; a very bad one. And they will definitely bring alot of harm to do it.

Eric too was ready. The Caffeine Boom: an alarming caffeine cocktail mixture that he had earlier taken after Anton interrupted his peaceful daytime sleep with this mission, was now kicking in his system. And screaming war mode.

"Well it's good to get out of here once in a while", Agnes sighed. "Seeing all these old people makes me feel so old. And my daughter seems quite too busy lately....havent even called me", she continued as they walked, slowly. "By the way have you in any seen my daughter?", she asked and looked at Eric with alot of interest.

Eric shook his head.

"Well of course you haven't", Agnes continued. "Her name is Olivia. A very caring girl with a weakness for good looking men. I would like to introduce you to her, oh by the way, are you....", she stared at Eric.

"Oh yes, i'm already taken", Eric understood the stare. "Married with a kid to be precise", he continued as he ran his eyes around the lobby, plotting a getaway plan. Any action within the premises of the group home could bring a collateral damage and attract the Family's attention.

"Okay. Infact i would be surprised if you weren't", Agne nodded.

Then Eric stopped when they were close to the reception desk. "Madam would you like me to take you out in a wheelchair?", he asked, looking at Agnes.

"Ha! Are you trying to make me feel too old?", Agnes jokingly asked with a chuckle.

"No, i just want to make you feel comfortable", Eric replied, chuckling too. "It's quite a walk from where we are to where the vehicle is parked.

Agnes pursed her lips and nodded her approval. Then Eric went over to the receptionist. The woman saw him approaching the desk as she was attending to another visitor. When he came over, she made some cautious body language, trying to tell him that the men were all present in the lobby.

"I have a request", Eric began, pretending not to have noticed the signs. "Can i borrow a wheel chair from this place?", he asked. "I also need a blanket if one can be provided", he added.

Without hesitation, the receptionist picked up the phone and made a call. Minutes later later an attendant came to the place, pushing a wheelchair with a neatly folded blanket on it.

"Tell the boys to stand down and keep the engine running", Tony ordered with a smile. "That motherfucker seems to be making the job more easier for us", he muttered with a smile as Jake made the call while he watched as Eric covered Agnes' legs with the blanket after he had sat her down in the wheelchair.

"So what next? Are we gonna wait outside until he wheels her out and then stage a kidnap and shoot the guy if he interfere?", the third man asked.

"No", Tony disagreed. "We can't do it here cos that receptionist has being watching us closely. She is suspicious. If anything goes down within the premises of this place, she will definitely give the cops a good description of us.....and don't forget that there are cameras around the damn place".

"So what do we do?", Jake asked and tucked his cellphone back into his pocket and stared at Eric who was now talking to the receptionist.

"We wait until he leaves with the old woman", Tony replied. "Then follow him....and get the woman when we hit the perfect place to do it, a place where nobody would know what happened".

Then Eric left Agnes in the wheel chair beside the receptionist desk and walked towards the restroom, taking out his cellphone as he did so. Tony and the two men watched him till he disappeared inside the place.

"Jake, i want you to go in there and listen to his phone conversation", Tony ordered with a fixed gaze at the restroom and Jake started heading towards place. "Go get the car ready", Tony told the other guy and he immediately head towards the exit door to do as he was told.

Tony took a seat with a deep sigh and gazed at the restroom until Jake entered the place. Then he turned his attention at the oldwoman sitting in the wheelchair, thinking of what next to do.

Jake briskly stepped inside the sparkling clean men's restroom and took a quick note of the men using the room. There are four men in there, including the man he followed, using the white ceramic urinary stall and hand sink. Making no eye contact with any of them, he went straight to a stall, the one next to his guy and pretended to be using it while listening to the man's phone conversation.

Eric saw Jake's pretext from the corner of his eye, smirked and continued the fake phonecall he was making. With one casual glance, he checked the hand sink, the half-filled bottle of the antibacterial liquid soap on it and the distance between the sink and the closest bathroom stall.

In less than no time, two men had left the place and the third was now drying his hand with a paper towel and getting ready to leave.

"Well, i will be there soon but first i have something i need to take care of", Eric said it loud enough for Jake to hear his impending doom and concluded the fake call. Then he slipped the cellphone inside his pocket as the third man walked out, leaving only him and Jake.

Still thinking that the man beside wasn't aware of his plan, Jake went over to the hand sink. He opened the faucet and reached for the antibacterial soap. One moment his eyes was on the bottle as he pressed the pump to dispense some soap in his hand. The next, he looked up and saw his target standing behind him through the bathroom mirror infront of him.

"I hope you are now well aware that it's you and your friends are the something that i intend to take care of", Eric said to Jake with a cold tone of voice. "Cos that woman ain't gonna be leaving with you guys", he continued.

Jake froze at the look of a killer on the face of the man standing behind him. Then he immediately acted, quickly reaching for the weapon tucked underneath his black jacket. And so did Eric, whose fist delivered a rib cracking blow to Jake's liver and caused the man to double-up from the excruciating pain.

Jake was bigger and also a tough man too. He quickly recovered and swung his fist at Eric. But it wasnt enough. Eric blocked the blow with his left hand and at the same time countered with a jaw rattling uppercut with his right. The blow dazed Jake quite well. Then Eric went ahead to quickly put an end to it by grabbing the collar of Jake's jacket, threw a hard karate kick that swept his feet off the floor and causing him to lose his balance. Then Eric expertly propelled the Jake's body towards the edge of the ceramic hand sink as he was falling and the man snapped his neck-bone when his head impacted the edge of the ceramic hand sink. And laid very dead on the floor.

Eric immediately dragged the dead body into the bathroom stall close to the hand sink. After lying the body in there and positioned the head near the toilet sitter to make it look like a fatal accident, he proceeded to take the cellphone and other belongings in Jake's pocket including the handgun. Then he stepped out and grabbed the liquid soap bottle. He dispensed some on the floor close to the hand sink, went inside the stall and dispensed some beneath Jake's shoe and also smeared some on the floor close to the dead body.

Eric was done wiping off the part of the soap bottle that he had touched and setting it back to its former position when someone else walked into the place. The unsuspecting man nodded at Eric who was now wiping his hand with a tissue. Eric nodded back and casually walked out after a quick glance at the bathroom stall with a dead man in it.

"So how is your day?", Eric asked the female receptionist with a friendly smile and readjusted the collar of the white hospital overall he was wearing.

The receptionist, a plain looking woman in her late twenties and somewhat tall due to her slim figure, pursed her lips and nodded with a less concerned look on her face. She was busy with her fingers incessantly working the computer keyboard infront of her and eyes keenly staring at the screen.

Eric maintained the friendly expression and stole a quick glance at the name tag pinned close to the woman's bossom, and then looked at clock on the wall behind her. Feeling abit unsettled and quite uncomfortable in the stolen hospital overalls he was wearing, Eric surveyed the lightly crowded reception lobby of the group home for the elderly, taking note of the activities going on in the place, just as he had done outside the building of St Mary group home before going inside the place.

Eric was quite familiar with the activities of places that rendered healthcare services, but somehow he was feel abit nervous. A feeling that was quite foreign to him no matter the situation at hand. Maybe it was because of him being in an unfamiliar territory......country, trying to carry out an unplanned operation given on a short notice. Or perhaps it's because of one of the strict rules of The Family, an organisation he works for; the rule that the Sosai, the head of the organisation and his grandfather, had personally told him to adhere to. And the rule was for him to never engage in any operation whatsoever, unless it was sanctioned by the organisation. This was the number one and golden rule he must respect, especially he being one of the top members of The Family.

Eric looked at the wall clock again and then at the receptionist, maintaining a calm composure before the woman who steadily threw curious glances at him as she checked her computer screen. He was now hoping that Chris, the computer-wiz, would work his computer magic and do it fast before the unfriendly looking woman start getting really suspicious.

After a few more minutes of staring at the computer screen, the receptionist shifted her dull eyes to Eric and gave him a steady gaze. "I'm sorry sir, but i can't find any document that you claimed was sent from your hospital", she began with a resigning sigh. "It's not in our log".

"Oh really?", Eric feigned a look of confusion.

"Maybe i should call the hospital....and confirm if....". the woman reached for the telephone on her desk.

"Why dont you check again", Eric suggested immediately, interrupting the woman and stopping her hand short from picking up the telephone handle. Now she was regarding Eric with a suspicious look on her face and this made Eric to start devicing an exit strategy incase the situation takes an unfavourable turn.

The woman maintained the suspicious gaze at Eric for a shortwhile and then looked ahead of him. She focused her attention at a particular man among the visitors who were seated in the lobby and waiting for their turn; the man was sitting alone, legs crossed with his cold eyes going through the newspaper he held infront of him.

"We are really really busy over there", Eric continued in a friendly tone of voice. But the receptionist still stared at him suspiciously. "I mean very crazy busy and you know these rich folks and the requests that they make at a short notice. Worst of all, we just got back online after a massive crash in our computer system.

"So?", the receptionist muttered coldly.

"So maybe it's the computer problem or perhaps our worker is yet to send the document to you", Eric replied. "But please do check again....and then make the call if the document doesn't show up".

Eric sounded convincing. It made the receptionist to slowly withdraw her hand from the telephone. And face the computer screen.

After a few clacks of the keyboard, sighs and shifting her weight uncomfortably, the woman stopped and took a closer look at the computer screen. And at Eric with a faint smile that brightened the cold look on her face. Then she picked up the telephone handle, pressed a number and spoke several inaudible words in the mouthpiece.

Eric smiled. Chris has done as he had requested.

"Sorry for the inconvenience sir", the receptionist apologized after replacing the phone handle.

"Aww it's no fault of yours", Eric said kindly with a nod. "I know how this field of work can be and what it could to do to one's state of mind", he continued.

"Yeah", the receptionist agreed and seemed to be opening up abit. Then she sighed and said, "Actually i was having alot of concern cos not long ago three men came here demanding to see the same person that you want to pick up".

"Oh really?", Eric furrowed his eyebrows. "Who are they?", he asked.

"They said that they were her relatives. They were really impatient about it and....". the receptionist paused to take a quick glance at the man reading the newspaper. "And they looked kind of strange and shady-like, a rogue's gallery of characters if you asked me".

Eric chuckled and took a casual glance around the lobby.

"Two of them looked kind of scrappy with no emotions on their face. The third one that made the demands has this creepy smile on his face", the woman continued. "Like someone who....who eats babies".

Eric chuckled again, a way of masking his concern that he might have probably came too late. "So where are they?", he asked and took another casual glance around the place again. And also noticed the man with the newspaper; the man fits the description and was now keeping a watchful eyes at their position.

"Two left to get their identifications when i demanded to see one", the receptionist snorted and shook her head. "And to go bring another relative. One stayed behind to wait for them". The receptionist rested her elbows on the desk and leaned closer to Eric. "He is the man sitting at the far end, reading a newspaper", she said from the corner of her mouth.

"I see", Eric nodded and stole another casual glance at the man. "He looks kind of odd though", he said with less concern and looked at the receptionist.

"Oh thank goodness!", the receptionist heaved. "For a while i thought i was probably overthinking the situation. You know very well that making a wrong assumption could cost us the job".

"Yep", Eric agreed. "Well you did the right thing. In a place like this, you can't risk putting someone's life in danger", he noted. The receptionist agreed with a nod.

Then a woman dressed in a nurse outfit came over to the reception desk and nodded at the receptionist. On seeing her, the receptionist immediately took out a form, quickly filled it out and put her signature on it.

"The family of Mrs Agnes Simmons have requested for her to be released for a medical check-up", the receptionist began and handed the nurse the form.

"Agnes?", Eric inaudibly murmured the name with furrowed brows. It reminded him of some unpleasant memories.

"This gentleman came from the hospital where it will be carried out to pick her up. Take him to Mrs Simmons room and please do assist him if he requires any help", the receptionist continued.

The nurse nodded and motioned at Eric to follow her.

"Thanks and be watchful incase of anything unusual, alert the authorities if you have to", Eric concluded. The receptionist nodded with a smile and Eric bid the woman a good day as he followed the nurse. And he stole another glance at the man with the newspaper as the nurse led him towards the elevator. The man's suspicion didnt seem to be aroused.



The elevator reached the third floor that housed the private rooms. The stainless steel doors slided open and Eric saw a fairly lit and clean corridor with several doors ahead of him. The nurse stepped out and started heading towards the door at the other end with him following behind.

Eric readjusted the overalls and glanced around the corridor as they walked, making a mental note of the place and weighing the situation at hand. Anton was yet to give the reason for the request he's about to make. But after the situation they had at the bar and what the receptionist had also told him, he now knows that he has a situation at hand. A bad situation. And as long as one of the men that the receptionist had told him about is waiting and probably watching, then things could go really messy and possibly loud. But Eric intends to play it quiet especially being in a different country so as not to do anything that would attract the Family's attention.

The nurse lead him to a door and rapped three gently knocks on it. A female voice was heard answering, "Yes".

The nurse opened the door and peered inside the room. "Madam, someone is here to see you", she informed the occupant in the room. Eric could here the sound of the tv and other movements.

Then the nurse opened the door wider. Eric saw an old woman in her mid fifties, sitting on the bed and facing the tv when he and the nurse stepped inside the room. The woman turned her attention at both of them, giving him a longer stare with a curious look on her face.

Eric gave the woman a friendly smile and casually looked around the place that was well organized and clean. The place looked quite similar to the rooms in a hospital private ward without the hospital equipments and quite bigger. The bed was also bigger, the mattress very comfortable and the window beside it covered with a sun blocking curtain that was spread apart.

"How are you doing ma?", the nurse asked and went over to the old woman who looked quite younger for her age and healthy with a calm composure.

"I'm good", the old woman replied with a look on her face that demanded the reason for their presence in her room.

"Mrs Agnes Simmons?", Eric repeated the name that the receptionist had earlier mentioned, raking his brain hard for something to say or do so as to make his presence relevant and to avoid raising any suspicion. "I'm here to pick you up for your medical check up", he continued, beaming a friendly smile

Agnes gave Eric a brief curious stare. "But my daughter never told me that i would be having a medical check up....today", she said and looked at the nurse.

"Oh really?, i guess she didn't inform you, well it happens all the time", Eric continued kindly maintaining his friendly smile as he paced closer to the woman. "And i think it also has to do with your hearing aid", he added when he saw the device in her right ear.

"Agnes' face beamed with a look of delight. "Oh, did she pay for a new one?", she said and then got out of the bed with a grunt. "I thought she said it was too expensive. Anyway it's high time she did change this one". Agnes reached for her glasses lying beside some books on the bedside table. "It's now becoming really uncomfortable to use and also developing some kind of a battery issue".

"Can i have a look at it?", Eric asked.

Agnes took out the hearing aid device in her ear and handed it to Eric who then inspected it, or rather pretended to be doing so.

"How long have you used it?", Eric asked and looked at Agnes.

"Sorry, she cant hear you without that aid", the nurse chuckled. "You can bang a drum as loud as you can and she wont even hear squat", she continued as Agnes extended her hand for her hearing aid to hear what their moving lips was saying.

"So what were you saying?", Agnes asked after putting the device in its former position.

"I think you are using an older device", Eric replied. "But no worries cos you will be provided with a new and better one", he said with an assuring voice.

"And how much does it cost?", Agnes demanded.

"It's quite expensive but everything has been covered", Eric replied. Then he took a quick glance at his wristwatch. "I think we have to get going madam cos we are running late".

"Oh okay". Agnes picked up her reading glasses and turned to go to the wardrobe. The nurse immediately went over took out the knitted cardigan sweater she wanted to wear. Eric had already gone to the door, he wanted to check the corridor and did do so without arousing their suspicion. Seeing no activity or anything of concern, he respectfully held the door for the old woman to exit her room and led her towards the elevator with the nurse following behind.


"Damn!", Tony muttered and cursed under his breath as he stomped away from the receptionist desk with a confused looking girl following behind him. He was burning with alot of murderous rage, the reason being what the receptionist had told him. Her rather cold attitude to his demand and protests had given him alot of urge to pull out the gun hidden in his jacket and show the b!tch what the firearm can do. But he decided that the woman didn't worth the bullets or his time because there's a bad situation at hand and he has to figure out his next move.

Tony was thinking of what to do next and almost bumped into another male visitor in the lobby as he did so. Pausing for a moment to flash an evil glare that scared the individual abit, he continued in his steps towards the three men sitting at the rear end of the lobby, one of them being the man with the newspaper. They got to their feet on seeing him approaching them.

Tony stood infront and turned to the girl that had been following him, done cautiously because of his visible angry mood. "Get your dirty ass out of here", he muttered to her. "And learn to talk well cos next time if you play that mousy sh!t, am gonna cut off that damn tongue of yours". Then he faced the men after the girl headed towards the sliding exit glass door with an intimidated look on her face.

"Something wrong?", one of the men asked as Tony reached for his cellphone with the frown of a man that just lost alot of money on a bet.

"We have a damn situation", Tony muttered his reply quietly. "Someone else has already picked her up...and the boss wont be happy with the news".

"Who?".

"That fu@king lady behind the desk said that a fellow from the hospital picked her up for a medical check-up, didnt say which hospital.....and kept insisting that we should ask the family member that filed the request".

The man looked at his colleague with the newspaper. "You didnt see that happen?", he asked.

"Dude, more than ten thousand people had gone to the front desk to make their requests since you guys left, so how will i know who is who", the man with the newspaper scoffed at the man.

"Yeah...tell that to the boss!".

"As long as you didnt see the woman leave this building, then she might still be in here", the third man noted.

Tony thought about what the third guy said and nodded. "Then we have to search the entire place", he said, deciding against calling his boss. "Good thing that we came with more men cos that's what we will be doing. Jake, call the rest and tell them the new plan", he said to the man with the newspaper.

"No need for that", Jake said. "There she is....and the man picking her up", he continued and jerked his head at the elevator lobby as Eric stepped of the place with Agnes beside him.

A good story though there are some typos that kind of made some part to seem quite confusing. But with time and enough work, u will improve.

Six more men got out of the black Suvs and joined the other two that were standing and surveying the neighbourhood. They were all dressed in an all black combat fatigues, brutish looks on their faces and all well built. Two of the men carried a black duffle bag that they carelessly dropped on the ground after the last man exited the vehicle; he's the leader of the group, it was obvious from the way the rest focused their attention at him when he stood amongst them, smoking a cigarette with a cold look on his face. His name is Jason Biggs, the leader of a murder for hire crew known as the "Bump Crew" and a close affiliate to Donnie. A mercenary and a cold killer with no regards for anybody or anything.

Jason took off the darkshade covering the steely look in his beady eyes and surveyed the apartment building blocks and its surroundings. He took another drag from his half smoked cigarette as he took note of the activities going on in the area and the people; there are few people around and less activities which was normal in the neighbourhood during the hours of mid-day. Then he looked at the parked Mercedes that belonged to Anton. He took a quick glance at the number plate and looked at his men.

"He is still here", he began and looked at another car; a black Lexus sedan that belonged to Marie. "And probably with someone else too", he continued and turned his attention back to the men. "So you all know the drill. I want two men on the first three floors of the apartment. The two in the floor of the target apartment should go in and let loose on anything moving in the place. If they are not in there, send the message to rest and then carry out a door to door search on every apartment in the building, always stay ready and shoot to kill".

The men nodded. The two with the duffle bags unzipped it and every men reached for its contents; UMP 45 assault rifles, AK-47s, countless magazines and black ski-masks. The men slipped on their masks, locked and loaded their weapons, made the few miscreants that were hanging around the place to scamper away for safety and hurriedly entered the building housing Olivia's apartment.

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