The screaming, oh my god the screaming make it stop he thought as he slowly began to regain consciousness. It took him a while to realize the screaming was coming from right beside him; he slowly raised his head and looked. Victor was no longer there and the three guys where having fun with Sterling who was hanging from a hook feet totally off the floor being used as a punch bag. The screams suddenly stopped as Sterling passed out and was left swinging as they turned their attention back to Nate.
"Nicolas will be back soon Mr Ford, but we will keep you company till he gets back" They each took it in turns to use Nate as a punch bag, the dull thud of flesh hitting flesh and the screaming from Nate the only sound. Nate couldn't take no more his bruised and battered body no longer screamed in protest as he'd become numb to the pain. He did the only thing he could and spat at one of the men which infuriated him. He picked up the cattle prod and placed it on Nate's chest and pressed the trigger. Nate's body started to convulse again and he screamed in agony as the man pressed harder and harder into Nate's torso it started tearing into his flesh as the man pushed even harder.
And that's when all hell broke loose.
The doors blew in as a van smashed through them and headed straight for Nate and Sterling, it took a few moments for the men to comprehend what was happening and that was all the time Eliot needed. He made the distance to the men before they'd even had a chance to realise he was there, he took out the first guy with a clothesline to the throat and he heard the "pop" of bone breaking. One down two to go. A blow to the second guy's bridge of the nose dropped him like a stone, Eliot knew by the sound that bone had pushed through into the man's brain and he would not be getting up again. Two down one to go. The third guy had finally come to his senses and was trying to get his gun out from the holster; too late as the van collided into him knocking him a good six feet across the room. The van screeched to a halt in front of Nate and out jumped the rest of the team. Sophie ran over and cut the ropes loose from Nate's wrists and with the help of Hardison slowly lowered him to the floor. Eliot was making sure the three guys wouldn't get up again: he would not let them hurt Nate again. He helped Parker cut down Sterling and laid him gently on the floor and went over to check on Nate.
"Nate, Nate can you hear me Nate, talk to me Nate". He leaned closer as Nate tried to say something.
"Petrovic", rasped Nate and he looked at Sophie and smiled.
"Took you long enough" then passed out. Eliot told the team to get them both into the van, and picked up the pistol lying on the floor and then he took off running ignoring the yells from the team. He was going to kill Nicolas he didn't care if it was with a bullet or his bare hands; no one fucks with his family, no one. He had a good idea that Nicolas would have made a run for it as soon he heard the commotion. So Eliot headed straight for the back of the warehouse and sure enough there was Petrovic heading towards his car. He hadn't noticed that he was being hunted down; he didn't think they would come looking for him. They'd be more concerned about getting their boss out of there and to a hospital. He froze as he heard his name being shouted from behind. He knew instantly he had one chance and that was to shoot first, if it was who he thought it was he never used guns so he would be an easy target. He didn't even get his gun raised before the bullets tore into his body. He hit the floor gun clattered out of this hand and into the dirt, his body twitching as the life ebbed out of him. He tried to focus on the person now standing above him. "No one fucks with my family, no one" snarled Eliot. He threw down his gun and turned and walked away, leaving Petrovic to take his last breath.
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