Tuesday night.
Frank Scott headed towards the department of Oscar with the help of Jhon Bell, who maneuvered the truck through the dark and silent streets.
"This is it," Jhon said, stopping the vehicle in front of the building. He lives in apartment 4, according to what the owner of the place told me.
Frank smiled, feeling a mix of anticipation and determination.
"Okay," he replied as he opened the door of the truck. You can leave; I will take care of the rest.
Jhon nodded, a slight gleam of confidence in his eyes, and slowly left the place, leaving Frank alone under the shadows of the building. The night breeze caressed his face as he looked at the door of the building, wondering what awaited him on the other side.
With one last breath to calm his thoughts, Frank approached the entrance of the building, ready to face whatever came.
Finally, Frank entered the building and walked down the hallway pumped by the flashing lights of the ceiling. The wood created under his feet as he approached the Department. He stopped in front of the door and touched gently.
Inside the apartment, Oscar was deep in thought, saying a silent prayer. The sound of a knock on the door interrupted him, bringing him back to reality. With a sigh that seemed to carry all his weight, he rose from the chair where he had been sitting.
"Who can be?" Is it cleaning? Oscar thought with a mixture of curiosity and concern as he approached the door.
With each step towards the door wondering who would be on the other side.
Until he finally opened the door, the crunch of the old Marco resonated in the air. Oscar noticed the man standing in front of him, with an expression that was strange.
—What is offered to you? —Oscar asked, trying to remain calm.
"Are you Oscar Cooper?" Frank asked, his voice overflowing with security.
The question left Oscar confused; Few people in that city knew about their real name. A wave of distrust invaded him.
—And who asks? —he responded, trying to hide his concern.
Frank released a confident, almost crazy smile, which made a small alarm sound in Oscar's mind.
"This confirms that it is you." Isn't it true, champion? He said with a mocking tone, leaning slightly forward as if enjoying the game.
Oscar felt a chill run down his spine; There was something unsettling about this guy and he knew he couldn't let his guard down.
Suddenly, Frank let out a deep sigh; I knew it was time to act. With surprising speed, he attacked from the door frame, throwing several fast fists to Oscar. However, Oscar moved agility, dodging the blows with a precision that surprised him. He stepped back a little, feeling his heart pounding.
"I knew something was happening," Oscar said, his firm but tense voice. Tell me who rays are and what do you want.
The door closed behind Frank with a crash that echoed through the empty space, leaving both men trapped in the apartment. The atmosphere became heavy; The air was thick with tension and confusion.
Oscar eyed Frank suspiciously, bracing himself for what might come next. I knew that this meeting was not coincidental and that there was something more behind that smile.
"Brown," Frank murmured softly, as if saying the name were poison.
—Brown? Oscar replied, his voice thick with disdain. That unhappy one.
The tension in the department was felt; The furniture and shelves full of books seemed to contain their breath at the imminent conflict.
Frank approached Oscar quickly, kicking with his right leg. Oscar reacted instinctively, raising both arms like a shield.
Without giving him any respite, Frank turned and launched another kick, this time with his left. Oscar managed to stop it with one hand, feeling his wrist vibrate from the force of the blow.
But Frank didn't stop; He attacked again, this time with a fist straight into Oscar's chest. The blow surprised him and made him retreat until he collided with the window, the glass shaking slightly from the pressure.
Oscar took a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline rush through his veins.
Frank saw his opportunity when Oscar was caught against the window. He approached quickly and threw a fist directed at the height of his head. However, Oscar reacted quickly, turning with agility just in time. Frank's fist hit the glass, making him explode in a thousand pieces that fell to the ground like a sharp rain.
Without breathing, Frank threw another fist in a desperate attempt, but Oscar dodged him again, turning to the other side. The second blow also found only glass, echoing with an acute crunch that filled the air.
Shards of glass shone dangerously around them as the sounds of breaking glass mixed with their labored breathing.
Taking advantage of a moment of confusion, Oscar pushed Frank with all his strength, managing to create a little more space between them. Frank momentarily lost his stability, but in an instant he repositioned himself and was on guard again, his gaze fixed and defiant.
Oscar watched him seriously; They both knew they couldn't afford to make mistakes.
Frank jumped in an acrobatic move, executing a pirouette in the air before launching a powerful kick. Oscar, anticipating the attack, raised his arm and allowed the kick to impact his forearm, feeling the vibration of the blow travel through his body.
Falling to the ground, Frank wasted no time and began throwing a series of rapid punches. Oscar, showing his experience, moved with agility, dodging each attack while defending as best he could.
After retaining several impacts, its time came to counterattack. With determination, Oscar threw a strong closed fist directly to Frank's face. The impact resonated as a thunder, followed by an accurate kick to the chest that made Frank fly back, colliding with the entrance door with a deafening rumble. The door broke under its weight, leaving a visible hole.
Frank was sitting in the hall, stunned and breathing heavily. Oscar walked towards him with a serious look, before heading towards the exit of the building. I knew that continuing the fight inside could result in expensive damage and unnecessary problems.
As Frank wiped some blood from his lips, he watched as Oscar walked outside. The neighbors, attracted by the noise, poked their heads through the half-open doors. Murmurs filled the air as they took in the surreal scene: a smashed door in the hallway and a man sitting on the floor.
Frank got up quickly and went outside the building, where the cold night wrapped him like an icy mantle. The streets were deserted, only the sound of their steps resonated in silence.
"I don't want to have an unnecessary fight," Oscar said, trying to keep calm.
"What stupides are you saying?" Frank replied disdain. Are you not a champion? It seems that you are really a coward.
Oscar stared at him, his expression would be revealing little about his true feelings.
—They told me that you like to mess with other people's women. Why would it be? —Frank continued, seeking to provoke a reaction.
—You don't know what you're saying. "You don't know the situation," Oscar responded, trying to maintain his composure.
—Get ready, this time I will fight seriously and you will regret having provoked me. I hope you are not afraid; "There are no rules here," Frank threatened, his voice thick with defiance.
"Shut up and fight at once," Oscar said, adopting a defensive posture as his heart was beating hard on his chest.
In his mind, Oscar thought with concern: *It seems that there is no choice but to fight. Surely Brown sent him to do this.*
The cold air cut like blades as both men prepared for the inevitable confrontation, each carrying their own emotional and physical weight on that dark night.