Chapter 10: New World Order

"I'd just like to point out that this is all your fault," Wolf accused her, his voice bouncing off the cold stone walls of the dimly lit room they had been confined to. While their weapons had been taken, they had not been restrained.

"My fault?!" Revy's voice was like a knife as it cut through the air with dangerous ferocity. "Don't you fucking try and pin this on me!"

"Oh, I'm not. I have no doubt in my mind your stupid fucking antics out there in the woods alerted these boyos to our location!" It was at this point that Revy lost it. She sent her fist towards Wolf's face. He was quick enough to block it. Revy continued her assault with an unhindered kick to the stomach. Taken aback but ready to fight, Wolf two consecutive hooks into the woman's abdomen, slightly winding her for a moment until she countered with a resounding backhand. The two of them pounded on one another violently, sending blood and spit flying to the ground. Neither of them noticed the heavy steel door of the room fly open.

"I wasn't sure if you two were gonna fuck or fight when we locked you in here," the bearded man in the doorway said gleefully. "Looks like it was the latter." The two of them both bore bruises on their faces, not to mention the hits their bodies had taken. Revy's exposed belly showed signs of damage already. Two more men in full military gear entered the room and restrained them. "Well, you two are quite the pair of troublemakers, aren'tcha? Boss wanted me to have a word. She really does not appreciate you killing her people." His gaze fell specifically on Revy now. They did not like that glint in his eyes. "And you are a beauty. Damn! Looks like we bagged ourselves a hell of a prize, boys." He strode over closer, placing a firm hand on her shoulder. Had she not been restrained, she would most certainly have killed him by now. His hand slipped down her arm and stopped at her shorts. He attempted to unbuckle her belt.

"Get the FUCK away from me!" Revy screamed, struggling violently now but unable to escape her restraint. Wolf could feel the arms that kept him at bay loosening now. Seizing the opportunity, he sent his elbow into the man's chest, causing him to cough violently. Wasting no time, the assassin took the soldier's gun, shot him at point-blank range and took out the second man restraining Revy. The bearded man that would have raped her had no action been taken backed up against the wall now, afraid for his life. As easy as it would have been to gun him down, Wolf did not. His punishment must be more severe.

"No, no, no," he pleaded as Wolf advanced on him. "Just hold on a sec, we can-" Before the assassin could do anything, Revy was already beating the twisted excuse for a man viciously. She did not stop or yield, not even when tears streamed down his face and he pleaded for mercy, claiming he had a family to go home to. When she was done, exposed bone could be seen through the mush of his ruined face. She finished with a sideways kick that knocked the bloodied body on its side. Wolf did not know if he was impressed or horrified. He approached the now subdued Revy slowly, coming to a stop behind her. It almost sounded like she was whimpering faintly.

"I…I…" Turning around, she noticed the expression on Wolf's face. Her demeanour changed immediately. "Let's move. We've wasted enough time here." Curious but content to leave well enough alone, he nodded, taking the handgun he had used to kill two of the dead men and heading for the door. He had a hunch about why Revy reacted how she did back there. But he would not pry. That was none of his business and if his hunch was correct, bringing it up with her would not go down too well. The winding corridors and dark passageways of wherever they were only served to frustrate them when they could not find their way out. It would not do well to tarry. They could not risk being discovered. Dutch, too, was nowhere to be seen. It was possible he was in this facility somewhere. That almost deterred them from leaving. But they didn't have much choice. Maybe when they left, Ulysses would send a squad back here to search the place. Until then, Dutch was not a priority. They shuffled through the corridor they were in, emerging out into a wide room with only two doors. The one ahead of them looked as if it would lead them outside. There was only one problem. It was guarded by a two well-armed mercenaries and a woman who was currently hooded. They could not see her face. It was safe to assume that this was Sif.

"No! No! Please, don't, I only did what I did to protect my family!" The poor, snivelling, pathetic man had been handcuffed and put on his knees. Rick took his newly acquired Desert Eagle in his hands and aimed it at his victim. "No, no! Ple-" The shot rang out for miles, but nobody would hear it. They were in a dense jungle, after all. Rick did not waver, as he might have so long ago. Rather, he felt nothing at the sight of this man.

"Very good!" Amelia congratulated him. Having stuck with him since the beginning of his training, she had watched him grow into the callous killer he was today. It pleased her greatly to see such a change in him. "Another do-gooder taken out. That's the last time any of his people will try and get in the way of my operation."

"Who did he kill?" Rick asked. Considering he was being groomed to join Amelia's shadowy organisation one day, she kept him in the dark about a lot of her dealings.

"Henrik. He was on his way to assassinate an enemy of ours. This man killed him. We assume he was related to the target." That made sense. Rick put it out of his mind, however, choosing not to dwell on it. Now that the job was done, he did not care. He would suppress this memory as best he could during the following years until he no longer recalled it at all. "Come on, I'll give you a ride." They hopped in her truck and made their way back to the apartment she had rented out for the training of potential assassins. In spite of this, Rick seemed to be the only one that stayed here these days. He sensed there was more to his training than met the eye. Amelia certainly gave him more attention than a lot of her other agents. As Rick gracefully fell into the couch, she tossed him a beer and joined him. "That was good work you did today."

"Eh, it was just another job," he told her. "I was happy to do it."

"Still, you've come a long way," she insisted, setting down her beer and leaning in to kiss him. The night would be one that Rick would find hard to forget, no matter how hard he tried.