Draven was seated at a corner in club 2000 observing the guy closely.
More than anything he eyed the brief case he was holding.
George had instructed him clearly to get hold of that brief case and take it back to the basement.
Draven's first victim was looking at his watch repeatedly. He never let the briefcase out of his hand even for a moment.
He was waiting for a very important client of his. It seemed as if the client got stuck in traffic or something.
He decided to go to the washroom for a while. He was very keen to take the briefcase along with him.
Draven followed him while being very careful not to raise any suspicion.
He found his victim washing his hands. When he saw Draven's reflection at the mirror he went for his piece.
Draven was quick enough to pounce on him like a leopard.
He smashed his head against the sink several times leaving him unconscious.
He took the briefcase and got out through the back exit.
George had clearly told him how the inside looked like and given him a clear picture of all the possible escape passages.
What he didn't know was that the briefcase contained very precious object.
He was ignorant at the fact that someone had watched everything through the CCTV secretly installed.
He had just landed outside when he saw heavily built bouncers approaching.
They were clearly interested in the briefcase he was carrying.
Draven made for a run and they followed him. He was busy running until he bumped into a tall figure.
The guy made to grab him but Draven head butted his nose. The guy quickly let go of him and wailed in pain.
However it was too late to get away since he was already surrounded.
He was prepared to fight to the last drop of his blood.
He hit one guy with the briefcase on his face and ran away through the opening.
He had not gone very far before he tripped. The big guys came to him immediately and surrounded him.
" Give us the briefcase and you will live" one of them ordered.
Instead Draven held the briefcase more firmly. He was not going to let them have it at any cost.
He got up to his feet and prepared to fight back. He had barely gotten up before someone stepped on his back.
They all began kicking him brutally but he still held onto the bag.
" Why don't you pick someone of your size?" he heard a deep voice ask.
Immediately the bouncers charged at whoever it was that had dared challenge them.
Draven could not make out who it was since his face was covered.
The first bouncer threw a punch but the guy dodged and punched his throat.
He gave him a liver punch and twisted his head breaking his neck.
The dead body fell down and the others took a few steps backwards before charging at him like buffaloes.
The guy avoided their strikes and kicked hard making them to growl in pain.
The went for their weapons but the guy drew his gun and shot at them blasting open their brains.
His bullets were exhausted but there were still two guys left who were still struggling with Draven.
He threw the gun at one of them and they focused their attention at them.
He moved swiftly and Drew his dagger and slit the throat of one.
He returned his dagger to place and turned towards the other.
" I give you a chance to fight me " he thundered.
The bouncer took off his shirt and clenched his fists.
The big guy had heavily built shoulders with perfect six pack abs and a very broad chest.
The masked guy didn't not seem to stand a chance against the bouncer.
He stepped forward and faced each other. Draven tried to take the opportunity and escape but his limps were aching from the mass beating he had just received.
The big guy shot a punch but the masked guy dodged it swiftly.
He responded with a kick to the ribs followed by a liver punch making the big guy wail.
The masked guy's punches landed on the jaw at a Bruce Lee speed.
Draven was expecting him to be knocked out soon. The masked guy landed a flying knee on the chin forcing the big guy to stagger backwards.
His face was all bloody. Probably he was already regretting having ever taken the challenge.
The guy behind the mask landed a finisher tornado kick to the head.
Draven watched the big guy fall with a thud while blood flowed from his mouth.
The masked guy approached Draven and extended his hand.
" You are not getting this briefcase at any cost" he yelled.
" I have never seen a greater fool than you. I mean I can easily take it from your dead body" the guy said sarcastically.
" Let's see how you take it from me "Draven said while getting on his feet.
He meant to attack but was stopped by a flying kick to his chest that made him fall a few feet away.
" Sometimes it's better to let go of things young one" the guy said with a familiar voice.
He got rid of the mask and Draven's jaw almost dropped. " Michael?" he asked in surprise.
A sinister smirk formed across Michael's face. " Yes me. I warned you before but you didn't want to listen to me" he said with a hint of sarcasm.
" You are still a child. You still have a chance. I will tell you for the last time now. GO HOME!" he said angrily.
" But you are not old either " Draven said with a smile. Michael's expression changed from angry to sad.
" You are right I am not old. In fact am only nineteen but the sins I have committed are far too disgusting that even if I were to apologise I would have to apologise for ever been born " he said sadly.