Grey sat in the car, peering through the glass for Scott. She moved her gaze away, and turned back to her gun.
•
He walked towards the door and sighed, before knocking on it. There came no reply, all he could hear were giggles and more giggles.
He took two steps back, before kicking down the door as the giggles soon turned to whimpers and screams. Scott looked upwards to see a king sized bed just some feet away from him, a young man on it and two women beside him.
"Get out." He said to the women, as they rushed from the young man's side and out of the room.
Scott turned to the door and closed it, breaking off the key from the open region.
He rolled his head back to the man, who happened to be his target, Anatoly. He could see him dialling something on his phone hurriedly.
"It's of no use, they can't attend to you now. Let's just say they are taking a nap." Scott smiled.
Anatoly faced him with fear now on his face, "Who are you?"
"Room service."
Anatoly's eyes widened when he looked deeper into Scott's face, he knew who he was instantly. "Shit." He reeled to the drawer beside his bed and quickly opened it, searching for his pistol.
Scott grinned and stood on the spot when he realized he had seen the gun, Anatoly turned to him and pointed it at him.
"Stay back or else I will shoot you." Anatoly threatened.
"Look here, you're going to tell me everything you know about the missing girls. Once you pull that trigger, it's not going to end well for you."
Anatoly pulled the trigger, as the bullet went towards Scott, who weaved it quite effortlessly. Anatoly was clearly shocked by this, he quickly shot again, but realized he was out.
Scott on seeing this, immediately rushed towards him. Anatoly tried standing from the bed and running, but Scott's hand had already gripped his collars, drawing him back on his bed.
Scott took his legs and flung him on the floor, the latter groaned in pain. Again, he was taken by his neck, and raised upwards.
"Olkk... Olkkay olkkay." He choked on his breath, while he tried to move away from Scott's solid grip.
Scott smiled and nodded, stabling his leg right behind his knee and smashing his fist on his face, forcing him to fall on the leg and make an upside down landing.
Scott walked to him, and crouched right in front of him, taking his fingers with his hand and holding it up.
"I need quick answers Anatoly, no stammering, no hesitation, just answer. Failure to abide by my rules costs you one finger at a time. Understood?" Scott asked.
Anatoly nodded in pain.
"Good now. The Terrors, who is supplying them their weapons?" Scott asked, Anatoly didn't answer quickly. Scott broke the first finger, causing him to yelp and slap his hands angrily on the ground.
"You just lost one finger, I break two. There is no coming back."
"I supply them, I supply them!!" Anatoly yelled in pain.
Scott smiled, "Yeah I knew that. Now you're going to tell me where their hideout is and where they are keeping the girls."
Anatoly muffled, "I not tell you shit!"
Scott broke the second finger, Anatoly whimpered in pain, slapping his hands angrily on the ground again. And yet he didn't talk.
"This is not working is it?" Scott said, while he kept whimpering in pain.
Scott looked around, and his eyes stopped on the open window, he then turned to the bed's blanket.
"Anatoly..." He turned back slowly to him, "A fan of Fast and Furious?"
•
Anatoly yelled in fear, as he hanged upside down from his own bedroom's window; his blanket tied around his waist and huddled together to the grip of Scott who stood behind the window and held the blanket.
"Anatoly, you are too heavy. From my calculations here, in less than two minutes, my arm's muscle would weaken from the heavy weight, sending the information to my brain which will definitely protest. And then my hands will listen and do you know what happens next? Bye bye to Anatoly." Scott said, while the latter kept screaming for help, "Even if they hear you, they would have to rush inside the hotel, wait for the elevator to land and then wait for it to bring them up here. And then they will have a problem opening the door, since I already broke the key in it, and by that time you would have been long gone. All this could be prevented if and only if you give me the answers."
"I don't know where they keep the girl or their hideout. All I know is that I meet them in a secret subway and then the exchange is done. Please I'm telling the truth!" Anatoly said in panic.
"Mmn. And who organizes the Terrors mmn? Who gives you the weapons to deliver." Scott asked, barely able to hold him now.
"They will kill me!!"
"Right now Anatoly, I could kill you." Scott warned.
"Okay, but please promise me you won't let me go."
"I can't make the promise after what you've done. But I know you wouldn't wanna take the risk." Scott replied.
"I will tell you, I will tell you. All I know is his name, his name is....."
Anatoly would have probably been alive now and maybe F.O.R.C.E could finally have a good clue. If and only if a sniper bullet hadn't pierce his head just at the time.
Scott let go of his dead body immediately, while it fell down the building and to the ground. Screams filled the air at once as witnesses had seen the dead body fall from an height just like that one.
He traced and calculated the trajectory of the bullet, and his eyes led him to a masked man on a nearby shop's rooftop, disarranging the sniper parts.
Scott knew if he lost this guy, it was a blight mission. He looked around for a fast route, and his gaze stopped on a nearby roof.
"Shit!" He cursed, before jumping from the window skillfully on the building.
He landed on it with a thud, shattering the pane mostly. He jumped down from the roof and looked up at the man on the shop, he seemed not to notice him as he kept stacking the sniper's parts.
Scott could now hear the wails of police vehicles coming by, he dashed for the shop.
•
Grey opened the door of the Lamborghini and walked out, the screams of the people was enough to attract her attention. She could see the police cars coming from afar.
"Steel..." She muttered.
•
Scott entered the shop, pushing people away as he ran into it. He ran up the stairs and held the rails as he did. When he was almost up, he could see an opening that led to the top of the building.
He climbed up on it, coincidentally the sniper was about climbing down. Scott punched him backwards, he stuttered in pain.
"Who sent you?" He said, dragging him by his shirt and shoving him to the ground.
The man quickly stood up and ran to the edge of the building's top. Turning his masked face back to him.
Scott watched in expectation as to the next motive of the man, and to his surprise, he fell from the building. Scott hurried towards where he fell to see the man on a orange Audi and speeding off.
He sighed and walked away.