Scott walked out of the bunker, the briefcase with him.
He strolled away from the bunker, moving towards where the jollification was happening on the island.
He had actually been sent by the Russian Mafias to take out the exchange between the Triads, their cold nemesis in the business.
That way, they could become the main source of the Black market when the rumor spreads about Scott Steel having something to do with the Triads. That alone could strike fear into the heart of potential costumers, hindering them from having business with the Triads.
In no time, he had reached where the party was taking place. Hawaiian music filled his ear, flashy fireworks sparking up the black sky as families and couples were having the greatest times of their lives.
He had actually intended to retire for his lodge in the Hawaii reservation hotel, and prepare for his departure tomorrow. But then again, he wanted to have an bottle of alcohol so bad.
He walked towards a wine stand.
'You see how this works is me helping potential bad guys to do good things while they fulfill their selfish desires. I don't go around killing people for murdering my dog or killing people just because I am hired to. No no no, I don't do that.'
He took a seat in front of the stand, placing the case on the table. The bartender turned to him.
"Oh Mr Steel. Cold day in hell again?"
Scott nodded and then spoke, "Hit me up, the usual."
The bartender obeyed and turned back to the several alcoholic bottles that filled the shelf.
'To those guys I just whooped, I am a threat, a selfish guy that does things because of money. To everyone else, I'm the heroic spy that just brought justice to the bad guys. I am like a precious asset in the underworld, several drug dealers, arms dealers, traffickers, name them. When they need to get back at an opponent in the business, I am the guy they call to take the credit and some cash. You'd probably be surprised when the same Triads will call me to get back at the same people who hired me.'
The bartender returned with a bottle of Syrah and some other alcoholic beverages... He mixed them into a cocktail, craftily pouring them into a glass cup. He then pushed it towards him, as he caught it.
'Guess I'm just a bad person who does good things for the wrong reasons.'
"Nice." Scott said impressed, downing a limited quantity of the drink, he moved it from his lips and turned to the people, "I am leaving for Ufa tomorrow, have to deliver this to my clients." He said, tapping the case.
The bartender took the glass from him,
"Clients? I thought this was a secret mission sir."
"Same thing buddy." Scott replied with a smile.
The bartender searched the shelf for a particular wine, "You know sire, I really don't get why you keep the low profile. I mean if they all knew that Scott Steel was sitting in their midst, they would have flooded you with autographs." He found what he was looking for.
Scott faced him, "I can't do that I am afraid, you know how thing goes. I'm not a good person as they think, you know that.'
"Yeah, but they don't. Besides I believe deep down in you lies good.'
Scott smiled, "Yeah yeah. Keeping a low profile also keeps me from those who wants my head or my help. Especially government agencies, I detest them so badly." He said taking the glass again and drinking from it before putting it down,
"They ain't good for business."
"Why did you tell me in the first place, that you are Steel. I mean I could have turned out to be a bad guy." The bartender asked curiously.
"If you were, you'd be dead."
He froze.
"Just kidding." Scott smiled. A woman sat beside him just at the time, he turned to her.
"Two glass please, extra kill." She said, as the bartender nodded and went back to his shelf.
Scott studied her. He had seen lots of women, and he had to admit, this was off his chart. She was just so beautiful, with that perfect sloppy nose, and a red gown that tightly hugged her skin. Her hair was dyed faint brown, you could tell by the fading black shade that revealed iin the tips of most strands of her hair.
"Hello?" She asked when she noticed he was staring.
"Oh, pardon me. I get a bit tipsy when I see beautiful women." He said with a grin.
She smiled, "You don't look bad yourself mister."
Scott stared down at his suit, "May I ask what a damsel like you is doing in a place like this without a partner or even a Hawaiian dress."
She sipped a small amount of the cocktail, removing it from her lips, "I was about asking you the same thing."
Scott smiled, and turned to the bartender who got the cue and left from his own stand. The woman seemed to notice.
Scott turned to her, "Well you know, I came here for business not pleasure. A secret mission you could guess."
"Me too." She replied.
"Ahh, figured." Scott nodded slowly.
She faced the suitcase on the table, "I'm guessing that's the mission."
Scott faced it too, "You guessed right. I don't suppose you'd tell me yours?"
She smiled at him, and then grinned, "You guessed right."
"Saw what you did there, saw what you did." He said, raising his voice amidst laughing as she nodded and drank.
He looked away, "That's one asshole move. Mikahail Vladimir." He introduced.
"Anika Patel." She replied.
Scott furrowed his brows, "You don't look Indian."
"And you don't look Russian." She replied smiling.
Scott chuckled, "Guess we are keeping the no names policy then." He said with a smirk, "I'm actually going to my lodge now, think you could come over?"
•
They walked into his lodge in the hotel, the woman came in first while Scott walked in after and turned on the lights.
She looked around.
"Pretty nice don't you think?" He said.
"Yeah Scott, it's nice." She said, her word coming as a surprise to him.
And as he would have expected, she retrieved a weird looking gun from her gown, pointing it at him.
"Should have seen that coming." He said as he raised up his hands instinctively, as a clap came from somewhere in his bedroom. And a man in a brown trench coat walked out, clapping.
"Nice show guys. I see you have met our Black Hawk, Talia Winters." Hott said.
Scott turned to her with a grimace, "Talia... Nice name for a female spy."
She rolled her eyes.
Hott walked towards him, "I am guessing you want to ask who we are?"
"I don't need to, cause I will never know."
He made to move, but was stopped by a dart that shot out of Anika's.... Talia's weird gun.
He reeled backwards before collapsing to the ground, Hott faced her.
Talia sighed, "Oh please, you knew I would do that sooner."
Hott heaved, and in no time the room was filled with some F.O.R.C.E retrieval agents.