Life is essential for things to be balanced in the circle of existence, so is death. we find ourselves in this never ending chase of something, something unknown with the reminder death is only a step behind and it swallows anyone who stumbles and stayed on the ground too long and that which we chase we never catch for that is the purpose of the chase, it's only a journey. With that in mind, we continue to run, at the end, we all run back to the place where it all started only to be swallowed by that which we've been running from, Death. Death is everywhere.
Time froze as I heard what the Boss just said, I've been thinking and deceiving myself I had a choice. There is no way out of this world I belong to. Most people advise others to create their own parts but the truth is, they are not in my shoes and for all I know they too must have read those exact words from some book and decided it makes sense. A killer is a killer and he's never going to change even when the situation changes. As long as they are around someone somewhere is going to die.
I ended the call cause I didn't want to face or answer the call of 'The Order'. I've been sitting in my car for over three hours waiting for the perfect time to go in. The only place I can get to him is on his way to his car, he always passes the same route when coming down from the building. He uses the private elevator that is close to the parking lot at the back of the building and it is usually dark and quiet. There will have to be violence and maybe I would have to kill his two bodyguards but I don't have a problem with that.
I walked into the parking lot and went straight to the back entrance but what I didn't expect was that there would be blood and bodies. I bent down to properly look at the bodies and the way they fell. From the way these guys were killed, whoever did this was a specialist. Both men dropped in less than 15 seconds, they didn't see it coming, no struggle at all. One stabbed from the back and the other's throat was slit from the front. Whoever did this must be fast, strong and possibly tall, this guard must be over seven feet tall and for his throat to be slit like this, it means the killer must be around the same height. There are only two bodies, the chief must be dead somewhere. Hitmen like this guy are only sent to do one thing, which is to kill.
I stand up and calmly looked around if I could find anything unusual. The back door that led to the private elevator was opened. I walked to the door and pulled down my cap just in case of security cameras. I walked in and just like I predicted the cameras were down. which means the killer might still be inside the building. I walked to the elevator and it was opened. The legs of someone laying unconscious in the ground prevented it from closing. The person seems to be breathing but there was blood all over his face, his nose was bleeding and also his mouth, everything indicates he must have been interrogated by this killer but, why. If this guy did not kill him, it means he is important and he has something others do not but want. Or it is very possible there is another player out there just like me looking for information.
I come to understand information is what keeps the most vicious people alive in the ranks of Saints. Even if you want them dead, you can't do it for there will be consequences. He knows too much to kill him and the thing is, I don't know as much as I should know to stay alive. what I need is information and here I have a brain laying on the cold floor fool of it. I carried the chief to his car and drove straight to Grace's mention.
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It's been hours now and I've already gone back to get my car from where I left it. Given he was the one that originally built this house he must know every room and space in it, and I can't have him seeing my face so I blindfolded him, tied his hands and sat him on a chair. He was beginning to wake up so I sat down opposite him.
Who is there, it doesn't have to end like this? he said.
Why? I asked.
Who are you? he asked.
Who do you think I am?
For all I know you are a kidnapper who is broke and looking for money.
You are smart, and calm which tells me you've been in this situation before, but it's exactly what you are thinking, and you and I know this isn't about money.
Oh, is that what you think, listen boy. Everything in the real world is about money, don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
True, but the thing is, this is not about the real world, this is about the underground world you and so many people are in. So with that in mind, think next time before you speak cause you know, in this other world things get bloody quickly. And in this case, the blood spilling will be yours. This is no game where you get to say nice words and guess what's next so I release you in the end. The possibility of you getting out of here is very very slim so I advise, say the truth when asked and not what you think. Who was the guy that killed your bodyguards?
No one knows, if we did he would already be dead.
You said 'We', I see. You must have heard of him before?
Yes, they call him the blur.
What does he want?
The same thing you want, information.
If you ever think what I want again you will lose a finger. Were you expecting him?
No, he said calmly.
You strike me as a reasonable person, not wise, but reasonable. No one with sense will not expect a killer, especially working with the Saints.
Trade carefully young man, these shores are unfamiliar to the likes of you.
That's where you are mistaken, I would really like you not to threaten me or speak except spoken to. All I want to know is what did the other guy asked you?
I for one don't want to hurt him but the thing is, either way, he's dead even if he doesn't speak, his two bodyguards are dead and the police must have found the bodies by now which means everyone knows he is missing. If there is indeed someone out there going after high members within the ranks of Saints then they already concluded he is dead and if by miracle he survives, then he must have paid with something valuable like a big amount of money or, information. Eventually, they will know what he paid with because all of his accounts are being watched. He is already a dead man and he knows it. The thing about rich people is, no matter how big the problem is, they believe they can fix it or cover it up with something else if they have enough time so I don't really expect him to tell me everything, just enough to bail himself out of my custody. But, I too must give him my mark for the benefit of a doubt if ever it comes to him telling any story he wants to compose about what happened here.
The other guy was looking for some papers he believes I have. he said.
Well, what did you tell him?
I told him no.
Do you have it? I asked.
I don't know.
Good, you are not sure but you think it's in your possession. What is this file?
I don't even know.
If it's in your possession, where is it likely to be? I asked.
At my house, he said proudly.
You told him that as well?
Yes.
You fool, you think that's going to stop him? for all I know you are a man that is hard to keep track of and I have been watching you all day. but still, this guy was able to kill your men within 15 seconds and interrogate you in less than two minutes, still, you think the security in your house will be able to stop him. You just put the lives of your family in danger and for all you know, they are already dead.
What do you want you prick? he shouted irritatingly.
You don't have to be angry at me for keeping you safe from those who want to do you harm. I don't know what I want, which means you are going to be staying with me for a few days before I release you to wherever you want to go, I really do hope you chose life. I wish that is okay by you but if not, hmm, you don't have a choice given you are tied up to a chair.
I walk out of the storeroom which I emptied for space. The looks on his face as he heard my footstep leaving was him realising there is no way out. This is no longer the game he thought it was, he's not dealing with a regular hitman anymore who wants things quick, he's now dealing with a lunatic and he knows there is no way out. He is already on a deathmatch.
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