ANGEL HOSPITAL, NO MAN'S ISLAND
Alaric's eyes swept through the sign bearing the name of the hospital as his car drove in. The first time he was here, he found the name comical as there is nothing angelic about No Man's Island but now that he thought it through, this was the only place in the island that saved lives and not take it, thus, it was deserving of it's name.
'Look at me mulling over a hospital's f***ing name when I should be thinking of soothing that feisty sweetheart of mine'.
Alaric walked into a VIP room with his personal assistant following closely behind while carrying some boxes.
"Hey Lucie, daddy's here", Alaric said as he walked towards the bed.
"Meow", the patient occupying the bed replied in defiance.
'It's Lucifer not Lucie. How can you change my domineering name into a cute one on your whim', the cat protested.
Alaric looked at the cat who was making it's displeasure apparent.
"I avenged you and Mr. Efficient also brought you your favorite treats. I paid for them, of course", Alaric emphasized.
'How did you avenge me? I'd like to hear it', the cat's eyes lit up in excitement.
"Errh, it was really cruel and bloody, I even surprised myself. He will let you in on the details", he said pointing at his P.A.
'First you stressed on the fact that you 'paid' for the treats and now you want your personal assistant whose vocabulary seems to be limited to explain to me in 'detail', do you think this feline is a fool?'
"Michael lost all his money. Got burnt by a cigar. Given a scar removal cream. Sent back to America", he explained in broken sentences.
Alaric was gobsmacked, his personal assistant did explain in detail like he was asked to but he was a little too honest. Didn't he get the hidden hint when he said 'cruel and bloody'? He was an assistant to a Mafia lord not a priest in training for chrissake and what was this five words as an upper limit for every sentence, is he planning to stick to this forever?
'Cruel and bloody my foot. I got shot by your da**ed cousin and you let him off with a slap on the wrist and you call that dishing out vengeance on him. If not for the fact that I'm talented when it comes to playing dead and I figuratively have nine lives, I would have died for sure', the cat hissed.
Lucifer was ready to pounce on it's unreliable owner and scratch the living daylights out of him until it was appeased.
Alaric caught the cat and settled it in his arms.
"You can take revenge on me later Lucie, for now, we have to make a trip to Italy. Godfather's orders", Lucifer's fur rose in apprehension.
'There is no way in Hades I'm following you to meet that monster', Lucifer struggled to get out of Alaric's arms, unfortunately it couldn't no matter how hard it tried.
'Alright, struggle is futile, so this should work instead', it began wheezing.
"Hey, I spoke with your doctor before coming to see you and guess what he said? 'Lucifer is hale and hearty and can be discharged at anytime'. Trying to pull the frail card on me won't work either", Alaric smirked.
'Dar*ed veterinarian', Lucifer cussed.
"You can pick any jewel that catches your eye while we are there", Alaric bargained.
'In your eyes is my life only worth that much?', the cat argued but it was not struggling anymore, one day in the demon's cave for a shiny diamond or two. It's not a bad deal.
"The jet has arrived", Mr. Efficient informed them.
Two men and one feline walked towards the runway behind the hospital and boarded the Airbus ACJ350 which took off into the skies.
MOSCOW, RUSSIA
A shot rang out from one of the mansions and a yell accompanied it.
"Zamolchi(1). I asked for a f***en plane ticket and you got me train and bus tickets, chert poberi(2). When do you expect me to arrive?", Belikov yelled at the man laying on the ground.
"But Pakhan(3), you said you hated planes", the man groaned while supporting his injured leg.
This earned him a shot in the head. Yes, Belikov hated planes but this time was different, he had to be in Italy in the next twenty four hours else they'll be serious consequences and no train could get him there that fast.
"Someone, book me a d**n flight ticket to Italy, pryamo seychas(4)", he ordered.
He read the time required to arrive at his destination on the ticket, forty-seven hours and fifteen minutes, this made him flare up again as he shot the dead body again and again until bullets ran out of his pistol.
SANTIAGO DE CALI, COLOMBIA
Valentina, chiefly known as La Reina del Inframundo(5) stepped into her Boeing 787 VIP Dreamliner as she headed to Italy.
All over the world, private jets and planes carrying big shots of organized crime syndicates headed towards the same location, Silicy in Italy.
ON A YACHT
In a conference room, a group of people sat a table with a young girl sitting casually playing with a rubik's cube. Apart from the ten people occupying a seat at the table, there were about thirty men and women dressed in red suits that had a white skull dripping with blood embroidered on it standing although they were empty seats at the table. They were screens placed at strategic points so that everyone in room could see what was being shown which at the moment was an elderly man speaking.
Translation for the Non-English Words
1.) ZAMOLCHI - Russian for Shut up, written as замолчи.
2.) CHERT POBERI - Russian for Goddammit, written as черт побери.
3.) Pakhan - Russian for Boss, written as пахан
4.) PRYAMO SEYCHAS - Russian for Right now, written as прямо сейчас.
5.) La Reina del Inframundo - Spanish for The Queen of the Underworld