Chris's Old Apartment
Patrick heard the screech of the door. He was in bed. He looked to his right. Emily was still asleep. He got out of bed and proceeded to the living room.
He saw a figure close the door. He sighed in annoyance.
"Damnit Chris, I know this is your house but can't you knock?"
Just when he finished, be realised, that wasn't Chris. He switched on the lights. To his surprise,it was the last person he'd expect to see.
As the lights came on Shea looked at the man. She knew him. She gasped in fear.
"You! What are you doing here?" She asked in a scuffle as she accidentally knocked a picture frame which broke.
Patrick was tongue-tied. He hadn't thought there would ever be a scenario like this, ever. He had resolved to remain silent.
"You mugged me and Chris. You held a gun to us."
Just then, Patrick knew how he would get out of this predicament. He put on his intimidating face. He put on a conniving smile. Shea could see the space between his incisors.
"You came back for more? Without your boyfriend this time." He spat
"How did you get in here? This is Chris's apartment." She said. After a pause she went on
"But you already knew that. You said,'I know this your house...'"
Shea began to think. She looked at Patrick. There was a flicker in his eye when she spoke. She was right, he knew Chris. She thought and thought. From the tone, he had first spoken, which was casual. He didn't just know him, he knew him-knew him. Whatever that meant!
Shea dropped to her knees. Patrick moved to his right steadily. Just then Shea pounced in the direction of which Patrick came from.
Patrick tried to go after her but Shea held a piece of glass at him.
She walked back to reveal she had Emily in her hands.
"Stay back! I'm warning you!"
"Please stop. Don't hurt her OK. She's my daughter!" Pleaded Patrick
Shea was intrigued. His intimidating face was overshadowed by the look of concern. He wasn't scary now.
"I want you to tell me everything. Why did are you here?"
"I live here, with my daughter!" He cried out
"It can't be, Chris pays for this apartment... Unless he's paying for you. The mugging was it real?"
" Daddy!" Shouted little Emily. She didn't like to be in the cold hard grasp of the stranger.
"She won't hurt you, baby. This is Shea. She is at our home. She just wants information. You got that?" He then faces Shea.
"Chris came to me to ask a favour. I knew him from a while back. He said if I'd help him he'd set me and Emily for life."
" Help you with what, mugging me? Why?"
"Something to do with psychology. He didn't tell me. In exchange he gave the keys to this place and I live here with my daughter."
"How could he do this to me?" Shea was in her mind. Thinking of all the reason why. A voice in her head told her what if the man was lying.
"Ok. If you don't believe me then you can ask Chris himself. He'll be at the park in about an hour."
"You sure?"
"I can't lie to you now." He looked at Emily who had her eyes closed, wishing the bad woman away.
She looked at Emily. She could see the fear written on her face. She felt pity for her.
"You love your daughter?" She asked
"More than anything!"
Shea leave her go. Emily run into Patrick's arms. Patrick looked up at Shea. She was gone. She sighed.
"Are you okay baby?"
"I'm Okay Daddy!" Answered Emily
Happy Harbour
A black SUV pulled at the Paper Factory. The door immediately flew open. Six men got out. They were in all black. One had a scruffy beard, he seemed to be leading the others.
They armed themselves and quickly disbanded and headed into the compound. One of them remained. He pulled out a case from the trunk and starts assembling.
The five men pressed forward. Two in the front, two at the back, covering one at the centre. The four had simple hand guns while the centre man had a precision rifle.
They walk by Jack's car. They notice the blood on the ground and drag marks on the ground heading into the factory.
"He's not alone! Eyes up!" One of them said as they cautiously proceeded into the factory.
Meanwhile
Inside the factory, the production line. Jack held himself up against the wall. His right hand holding a handkerchief against his wound. Next to him was the body bag with Elvis's body.
"Why can't we leave? They are here for you not us?" Demanded Mandy
"As long as we are here, they will kill us too." Replied Rachel. She turned to Jack.
"Death seems like an easy way out for you."
Jack still had energy left in him. He let go of the wall and stood on his own.
"It is. You don't know but living this life is punishment enough. Knowing that I could have had a normal, fulfilled life but it slid past my fingers, twice."
Rachel looked into Jack's eyes. She sensed a lot of regret in him.
"But don't worry, I don't plan on dieing, not until I make sure you are safe, both of you."
"I know the wound is not that lethal but you are still wounded, how can you protect us from six heavily armed men?"
Mandy didn't know why she was a bit casual with the man who stood over his uncle's dead body(possibly the one who killed him, she didn't know for sure). Was it because he knew and trusted the face?
"I have a plan!" Declared Jack, but I need your help
Meanwhile
The six men proceeded with caution. They looked around keenly as they entered the factory. There were two ways in and out. Through the front and there was the back. They didn't worry about the back, should they run they would be dealt with accordingly.
They arrived at the production line. They saw a blood trail leading along the paper machine toward the exit. There was another door at the front leading to a smaller room.
"It's a trap." One with a scruffy beard said,"Dual Recon V"
They quickly separated. Two by two standing on either side of the machine. They proceeded forward as the fifth man stood alert at the front.
The duo on the left followed the blood trail closely while keeping an eye out. The duo on the left kept were counter support, they went with the pace of the team on the left.
The remaining man was the overwatch. He was to site any play between the two sides.
The left team reached the end of the blood trail. Before them was a bloody handkerchief.
"There's only one other place they could go!" Said Scruffy-Beard
They proceed back in the same manner. When they reach the front, they find the overwatch down. He was in a pool of blood. His gun, missing.
Determination filled their faces as they each held their guns tighter. With their face menacing, the proceeded to the next room.
The room seemed to have been the . The room looked smaller from the outside. The metal crates and shelves made it look bigger. With many places to hide. As they entered, before them was a body bag.
Ping! Eyes up! They knew where the sound came from. They cocked their guns and proceeded. One remained, standing over the body bag.
The three moved on in silence. They didn't want to tip their hand just yet. They controlled their breathing and took light steps to ensure it. The trio proceed forward, ignoring the smell of death in the air. They see a figure hiding behind a metal crate.
As they moved towards the sound, a loud thud got them turning. Their faces showed annoyance as they glared at the fourth man, who had just kicked the body bag, but it didn't budge.
Once he saw his teammates glaring, he raised his hands in guilt. He crouched to open the body bag. Two remain, as one went around the crate. Jack looked on from nearby as Scruffy-Beard jumped out only to see a corpse placed against the crate.
As he opened the body bag, a knife lunged into his chest. The trio turned back and started firing at the body bag. Rachel grabbed the man and pulled him over her, covering her from the bullets.
From behind the crates at the west of the room, Mandy appeared, firing at the two men in her sight. She had her eyes partially open as she fired. Lucky for her, she had the element of surprise. As it rained bullets, Scruffy-Beard had the time to find a shelter, away from the line of fire. Mandy wound up getting both of them. One dead and the other wounded. Jack slowly wrapped a cable wire around the wounded fellow's neck and snuffed him out.
She was out of bullets. She dropped down behind the crate. At least they had stopped firing at Rachel. Scruffy-Beard couldn't see his teammates, so he feared the worst. He needed to end it.
As he made his way to where Mandy was, he felt a lingering feeling. He quickly turned back to see Jack before him. Holding a gun to his head.
Scruffy-Beard looked at Jack's blue shirt. The blood had made a wide black circle on it.
"You don't look too good." He said in hoarse distasteful voice
"I can still pull a trigger though." He replied, sounding badass.
Scruffy-Beard began to raise his hands, as a sign of surrender. He immediately ducked while knocking Jack's hand away. He threw a heavy punch focused on Jack's wound. Jack went down. The pain surged all over his body. The pain was so much he didn't realise he had dropped the gun.
Scruffy-Beard picked it up in amusement. He he pointed it at Jack. Mandy comes from behind and swings a metal rod that connects with Scruffy-Beard's head. Rendering him unconscious.
Mandy felt good about herself. She had knocked him out with one swing.
Rachel knelt over Jack. She was hesitant to help but Jack was in terrible agony that she couldn't look away. She removed Jack's shirt. Fresh blood was oozing from the wound. She folded the shirt and pressed it against the wound.
That's when she noticed it. Just there. Around Jack's neck. It was the necklace. The necklace she had given to him. Her heart opened up. She had assumed he had sold it. But he still had it.
"You still have the necklace?" She said fighting back tears.
"I promised I would never take it of." He managed to say. He was feeling better. The pain had receded, it was now bearable. She remembered when he made that promise.
Rachel grabbed Jack's hand and placed it against the shirt. She helped him to his feet. Emotions flooded and overwhelming her body.
Mandy wasn't sure what she had walked into. She knew that the man was not Chris but he knew Chris. The woman was the lookalike's damsel but they had some issue. They both loved each other but something was in their way. It sounded like a soap opera to her. She stayed ahead to give Romeo and Juliet some room.
As they were heading outside, It hit Jack. He looked back at the men who had tried to kill them. They were only five.
"Mandy wait!" He screamed
As Mandy instinctively turned back, it rained bullets. The sixth man was firing a semi automatic at them. They all went to the ground. Jack looked over at Mandy, she was motionless on the ground. Rachel's ears perked up. In the background. She could hear it. Sirens.
"The police are here we're saved!" He looked at Jack was lay unconscious on the ground. She began to nudge him aggressively but no response. Tears flowed down her cheeks.
"Jacob! Jacob!"