Interrogation room; MoscowElvis“Is that all you know?” I ask, my arms suspended in my pockets, hovering around Betty as she concludes her unbelievable confessions. “Yes. They can't know about it or they'll kill me,” Betty pleads, with tears dropping on her folded fist under her chin.“I know those I'm dealing with. You need not remind me.”I signal to someone behind the glasses. Immediately the door swings open and two officers walk in.“What are they doing here?” Betty asks, troubled, exchanging glances at the men and and me but I'm lost in thoughts.“Why are they taking me? You promised. You fucking promised to let me go–”“There you got it all wrong Betty. I promised to keep your identity secret. I said nothing about granting bail. We'll have a little chat once I confirm all your confessions. Please take her.”“You can't do this alone! You'll get killed!” Betty screams as she's pulled out of the room. The thought of spending another night in the prison cell might be what drives h
Sarah“How long are we going to be in hiding?” I ask, sitting at the edge of the bed in the tiny rented room as Shawn stands all day at the window, looking out for God knows who.“Not for long. I just need to be sure....”“Sure about what? I'm getting sick of all these crap—”“Keep your voice down,” Shawn hurries back to me, using his palm as a bridle against my lips. “I'm doing my best to help us stay out of trouble here.”He forces me to sit on the bed, still preventing me from speaking.“Don't ruin my efforts.” And with a threatening long stare, he lets me go, heading back to the window. I get up immediately,“Where do you think you're going?”“Do I also need your permission to use the rest room?” I snap back rolling my eyes as I enter the bathroom. I wash my face in the running tap, trying to stay awake–Shawn's instruction wouldn't spare me a minute nap. There after, I reach for a band in my pocket. As I pull out a black band, a note drops on the wet floor.I quickly pick it up be
MarcoOne week.One whole week and my father hasn't made any promising conclusion. Waiting on him might cost me more time. I refuse to involve myself in whatever game they are playing. I've a bigger task; taking down the most notorious Drug Lord in America. My spies have given me enough information on Don Joe. The other two men, my father and Big Tom, will have to wait patiently. I need the rank to be able to take down Big Tom successfully. My few years of service under him has given me enough strategies that would work to take him down, and that can't happen without skilled help. The only place I can get such help is taking over my father's position. And now that it looks farfetched, I will have to come back for my title. For now, I need to leave for Vegas.Don Joe should be easy. He's a one man army. A lone wolf. That makes him a easy target for men like me. “another of your nightly travels?” Andrey taunts immediately I step out of my room with my bag packed. “Stay out of my way
MarcoMy mind is begining to play tricks on me, as I shake myself out of the hallucination. Few moments ago, it felt like I saw her. I held her in my arms. My hallucinations is beginning to get the better of me.Sarah is dead and I'm here to hunt down one of her killers. I need to accept this soon enough. I need to move on.But, damn! Sarah. She didn't deserve any of it.I give up on trying to look for the lady that looked so much like her, heading back to the club house, only to find out that my prize had left. The other men were out there but Don Joe himself is missing. Fuck. I was careless again.I dash out of the building in search of his car. I can see the clean SUV parked at a corner. The same car he came in. Definitely, he's still around. Somewhere. Someone like Don Joe can never be seen on busy streets all alone.He probably just went into the restroom. Just before I turn around, a sharp drift comes from within. The same car is speeding off the premise. Something must be up a
ShawnThe plate carshes to the floor without realizing as I call on my guards.“Who let her out!” I yell, storming into every room. “How did you let her escape your watch!”“She left with Benzo few minutes before you left boss,” one of them responds and for a moment I pause, reconsidering the new information.“Benzo? He'll never do that without my permission. Find him!” I yell, dashing out of the house to the parking lot. There's a missing black car among the fleets. That's definitely the one Maria took along. As I rush back in to grab a car key, I find a body.In horror, I rush over to it only to find one of my skilled hitman unconscious, lying on the grass. The same Benzo. “Benzo!” I call out to him, immediately carrying his heavy body back in. He still has a pulse.My guards surround his body, while I dial other numbers including Betty's.Her number isn't reachable but I send a voice message, “If anything as tiny as a scratch is found on Maria, you would live to regret ever knowing
MarcoThe room is stuffy and confined but I've to stay quiet as I pace around, my ears active as ever, waiting for the cops to leave. I check the time at intervals. I'm sure they are here to investigate a drug case. Man never gets old with his drug dealings. If only these damned cops know I'm about to do them a favor they wouldn't be in my way. I walk down to the window. It seems like a dusty room that hasn't been habited for a while as I glance at the grounds. A loud thud bring my attention back to the door. Someone is attempting to break in since I locked it from inside. Shit. I'm fucked.“Those doors are expensive. Tell your men to be gentle,” Don Joe warns. My mind is divided. I have the time to jump out the window and escape but I can't leave without fulfilling my mission. I've to hide. But where? “Get us the key to the room or we'll be forced to bring it down,” I heard one say while I scamper around for a good hiding spot.“No one uses the room. I'm sure the lock is bad as a r
Elvis “We had him right with us all along and we didn't realize!” I slam my fist on my office desk in my apartment after going through the case file of the late Mr. Joseph. I got a lead about some drug activities that brought me to America. Thinking that I was about to pounce on another notorious drug Lord enough to earn me fame. I had intentions of going under cover to carry out more investigation about the mysteriously rich "Mr. Joseph"And now, he's dead. Not just that, but it happened right before my very eyes.I remember my co-workers back home. How I had been so sure that I would catch him.At least I'm so close to rounding off the criminals from Betty. That seems to be my only chance at proving a point and reducing the ridicules awaiting me in Russia. Aside for that, my boss has warned me about another failed attempt. In his words,“Your salary for the next one year would be used to make up for the losses if you fail.”The American police have taken up the case of the deceas
MarcoIt's impossible. It's fucking impossible. This fucker named Betty is trying to mess with me. How the fuck did she get my line? How did she find me here?I don't feel easy. I met Betty two hours ago at the airport. She had bloodstains all over her. It's obvious she made some efforts to take them off and she looked helpless. On a normal ground I wouldn't give a second thought before ignoring her but those words, they ring in my head like the strike of tambourines in an empty hall.“Sarah is alive! She's in trouble as we speak here in America!” Those were her goddamn words immediately she crossed me at the airport.I tried to call her back, I tried to reach her. To confirm what I heard but she wouldn't pick up. Sarah is long dead. I don't need to be reminded anymore. I saw her on that day. The gruesome picture of her painful death has been my driving force all along. Where did Betty get that information from? If Sarah were alive, she would never be here. The same country she was s