Here's part II

T.K followed Molaka to an abandoned warehouse. The construction was actually situated between residential homes and had a decaying roof with a big hole in it. T.K sneaked and got near the door where Molaka had entered. He was afraid to peak, but saw a split on the wall and looked through it. He saw Molaka walking towards two men dressed in suits: one of them was particularly interesting- he wasn't a goon, he was rather slim, he was in his fifties, and despite the light tan he had Scandinavian trait. There was a table where a metal brief case laid. Molaka put his backpack on the table and began speaking with the man. T.K pulled out his phone and started recording the sound; he placed it against the split. Although he could not hear incomprehensible words he had hope the phone would catch something.

"Caugth you!" said a voice.

T.K pointed startled his gun at the source. It was a gasping Davis. He hold a finger against his mouth. Davis quieted and drew his gun out.

"Are you recording?"

"Yeah" the blond man coldly answered. They waited there; T.K leaned against the wall and stopped watching them for a while. He heard some steps and when he looked, the bulkiest man was walking towards the entrance. He was coming to see if someone was outside, Davis' feet must have been heard inside, certainly. The man's head peeped out of the door. He looked left, and the right: he found T.K and Davis looking back at him. Before he could do something, T.K shot him in the head.

"Christ!"Davis slipped.

T.K took put the phone in his pocket, step into the entrance and shot inside the warehouse. Molaka ducked and hid under the table. The other man started shouting something, and another goon appeared from behind a pillar. His revolver shot at T.K . Both men and Davis started a fire. The Scandinavian looking man grabbed his brief case and ran away from a door. Molaka on the other hand threw something against a window and jumped out of it parkour style. Davis screamed behind him and took his hand to the shoulder as blood poured from it.

"Damn it!" Davis cried.

Once again, T.K couldn't do much. Davis shot the man down and sat on the floor. He'll track me again, though T.K. The blonde ran, jumped on the table and used it as a jumping net to jump through the window. He was racing behind Molaka again. A black Mercedes passed in front of him in the road, the Organisation was retreating. But Molaka was a safer target, T.K didn't know how many men they had more in the field and how they would react if he went right after the big fish.

Mollaka escaped jumping on cars and fences, just to slow down his predator. He crossed a grass field by a large construction site. He got back in the streets and this time he pushed a kid of his bike and mounted it. Molaka pedalled the road leaving T.K behind. The agent stopped and analyzed were his prey was going. At the end of the street there were many more elegant houses: it was an embassy district. The road made a curve left and T.K returned to the grass field. Molaka was going as fast as his tired legs let him. He made a curve to the left and passed a bunch of fancy buildings: Embassy of Nigeria, Embassy of Mozambique, Embassy of Angola...He was hoping for the plaque that had: Embassy of Zimbabwe, his homeland. He spotted it; it was an older complex than the other houses and had a much more industrial look. His freedom was just meters away. His luck was struck by a lightning, and just like a thunder he heard screaming and a loud noise coming from the construction site. When he looked behind a bulldozer blasted a fence and was now on the road, after him. Molaka looked back again in terror to see a blonde man o n the seat. The Embassy finally came around the corner, Molaka rode past a jeep and entered the gates. He stopped at the wall and got out of the bike, leaving it unattended. A guard came running in his direction wanting some explanations. Before he could say anything the bulldozer raged the gates and kept going. T.K had no idea how to break and just jumped out of the vehicle, watching it crash in the wall and destroying the wall. He went after Molaka. The man entered the building. Ran past many offices that people were exiting, scared by the crash. A pair of military however followed them. Molaka entered the office of someone important; it was a general that upon seeing them drew a gun out of his pocket. T.K punched Molaka that fell on a chair. He run towards the general and punched him in the gut, the man gave a step back. T.K grabbed his hand to remove the weapon but the two military appeared, he used the gun to shot them both and proceeded in elbowing the general's face. Molaka tried to escape but T.K relentlessly tackled him against a wall. Molaka punched him in the face. The metal taste of blood in his mouth only made T.K angrier. More guards appeared and T.K shot at them. His arm locked Molaka's head and he escaped through a room. He made the bomb maker descend the stairs to the back patio. A pair of guards appeared in front of them, they had walkie-talkies and were en route of answering a call. They drew their guns at T.K who pushed Molaka against one of them and shot the other - the guard also shot a bullet that missed him for centimetres. It had been his last bullet! He kicked the guards face, Molaka got up and picked up the guards gun. T.K jumped on him before he could even aim; both men fell through the door to the patio. A punch in the wrist and Molaka dropped the weapon. T.K tried to get the gun but was pushed against a gas tank. He kicked the gun out of Molaka's hand again and punched him; he picked the gun and Molaka by the backpack and headed towards a fence in the end of the squared patio.

"Hey!" he heard. The general entered the patio along with the embassy's guards. T.K turned around and pointed his gun to Molaka's head. At least ten men were behind the general, the verandas of the first floor were full of men aiming machine guns and revolvers at him.

"Don't be a fool" he said in a very accented English as he walked to him. "Put the gun down, you messed up really bad".

"Did I?" T.K asked.

He pushed Molaka and shot him in the head. Quick like bolt he shot twice at the gas tank. The explosion engulfed the patio in flames. The verandas fell with the guards in it. The men by the door were carbonized, the whole building shook once more. The general was tossed to the ground, when he got up, after seeing the destruction he turned around to see the gate opened and no sign of the blonde man or his icy eyes.