Driving tens of miles towards Colorado, Mike couldn't pull over to rest at multiple motels and hotels he'd passed. His top priority was tracking down the kidnapper and to save Kimi. Two nights have passed, and the genetically enhanced former assassin-type man sped nonstop, with the exception of refilling gas for his car. He finally reached the town of Boulder in Colorado in the morning. There he several citezens who were friendly with him, but his main concern was the people who were talking about stealing Kimi from the trafficker for their own purpose. He came across two men having a conversation outside while he's taking a coffee break at a deli.

"You heard of the name Kimi Finster?"

"Yeah. The one who got kidnapped, right? I heard she's gonna be shipped out for sex trafficking."

"Well, we wanna steal her for our own purposes. We're gonna sell her and use the money for our own goods."

"Man, whoever these traffickers are, you don't wanna fuck with them."

"Why not?"

"Because those who fuck with their business get killed or worse. Haven't you heard by the way? There's a man, who I assume is her friend or something, and he killed more than a dozen of these lackies."

"Just one man?"

"Yep. He's skilled like John Wick or that bald dude in the Hitman games."

With a couple more minutes of chatter, the duo began parting ways to their own activites. With that, Mike paid for the coffee and left the deli, ready to eliminate the boys. Waiting for ten minutes, they met up again in the car repair, and Mike infiltrated the back area, cautious not to be seen by anyone, workers and guards alike. By that point, the men came to a halt, inspecting one of the cars which was lifted.

"Wow, dude. You think it's done now?"

"Almost. Just need to make sure nothing leaks from the bottom, otherwise we'll have some angry complaints."

Just as they were right under the car, Mike hit the switch, crushing both of his enemies, which resulted in a bloody accident. However, as he searched their corpses for any vital info, it turned out that those weren't the only two interested in selling Kimi for their own benefits. He had three others to eliminate: John, Kent and Alex. Within a second later he slipped away unseen as everyone near were startled by the loud crash. Two down, three to go.

As Mike got back to his car and drove deeper in to the city, he overheard a college age male, who was a friend of Alex, tell his girlfriend about an ongoing BBQ party, all featuring John, Kent and Alex.

"You coming to the party, sweetheart?"

"Why not? Ashley's there as well."

He had to find a way to infiltrate the party and eliminate the three gang members. Luckily there was a tall wooden fence in front of the party. So he parked his vehicle at the nearest parking space, and proceeded on foot, mantling over and eavesdropping some of the gang members' conversation with other guys and gals whilst he took cover by a large stone.

"Hey, Alex, you mind finding me some hot sauce?" he heard Kent ask.

Alex replied. "What's wrong with the spicy sauce you're holding?"

"Hey, John likes his steak hot, so he needs hot sauce. Not 'spicy' sauce, not 'wuss flavored' sauce. Hot sauce."

Alex groaned. "Fine, I'll get it."

That gave Mike a chance to slip past, sticking to the shadows into Alex's basement in the house. He found a bottle of gasoline he thought would fool poor Alex into thinking it was hot sauce. He grabbed the gasoline, made his way into the kitchen, which surprisingly was pretty empty, but there were still some people in the living room watching a football game, so he had to stay undetected. He quickly swapped the hot sauce on the kitchen counter in place of the gasoline, and hid in an unused wardrobe while heading back through the basement, just as Alex passed by to grab the bottle on the counter.

As he was slipping past the crowd of their friends who seemed to be enjoying themselves, heading back the way he came in, Alex emerged with the mistakenly swapped gasoline bottle.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," Kent told him.

Just as he squirted the stuff out, it was a second too late for the sap to realize it was gasoline, which rigged the grill, killing all three gang members, along with a few other casualties. Poor saps.

Mike calmly entered his car and drove off as if nothing had happened.

That night as Mike drove towards south of town, he decided to stay at a hotel for the night. He hadn't slept for more than two days, and his clothes were a mess covered in dirt and blood. Unknown to him, he was being watched...

"Get me a secure line to Clarke," a voice said.

"Clarke here. What?"

"We found him. He's in the Rochelle Hotel on the 7th floor."

"Take the men you need and shred him to pieces. Report back to me when you're done."

Mike settled in his hotel room, placing a 'Do not disturb sign' while wiring the door with an explosive should anyone dare to breach the room and kill him, which'll never happen as those who cross him never gets out alive. From there he took a nice hot shower, thinking if he'll be able to save his friend.

Clarke's boys pulled up in front of the hotel, all armed with automatic weapons.

"Find and kill him!" one of them told the rest.

Five of them converged on his room out in the hall while ten others secured the lifts and staircases. With his supreme training, Mike could sense the presence of the five hired guns outside the hall. As they breached in, Mike sprinted towards the rope he attached to an empty room one story down and rappelled there while the bomb exploded, killing the five gunmen outside. That got the rest of their attention, and five of the downstairs gunmen made their way up to the 6th floor via staircase. Mike however, was prepared to put a bullet in all of them, and he sprint-walked through the hall, until he reached the lifts at the right side at the end, but not before he managed to kill the five gunmen on the staircase to his left. The goons were all equpped with body armor and automatic weapons, yet they lost to a single man who had a pair of 1911s, who shot them all in the head, thus leaving no one alive.

When he sensed the last five in the elevator going up, he pryed open the door, fast-roped down the shaft to the top of the lift.

"What was that?" one of them asked as they heard something hit the lift, causing it to bounce a little.

He opened the hatch, counting five armed men and placed two headshots on each one, causing the gunmen to panic and scream out in pain before being murdered. Mike enterd the elevator, pressed the button to the first floor, and climbed towards the hatch, prying open the lift's doors at the third floor.

"Fireteam one. Do you copy?" a radio from one of the dead corpses was heard. "Fire team one?"

"Team two? Anyone?"

Knowing full well what Clarke's about to face, he ordered his goons to securely tie Kimi up, ensuring she doesn't try anything stupid.

Just as Mike was about to leave through the back door, a huge brute was blocking his way. As strong and huge he may be, the brute was no match for Mike's techniques in hand to hand combat. Just when the brute was about to attack him with his right fist, the man encountered, pinning his big arm on the guy, thus pinning him down.

"Kimi... where is she?" Mike asked in a raised tone.

"I ain't telling you..." the brute's arm was twisted more, at the point of breaking it off. "...Shiiittt! Moco Pedejo!"

"I can make it hurt a lot worse," Mike told him as he broke the huge arm joint.

"Okay... okay... Sheriff Clarke has her... in his underground safehouse. But you don't want touble with him though. He don't fight clean like me." He groaned in pain.

"I choose my own trouble. You know I can't let you live."

At that the brute managed to shove Mike off and attempted to kill him, but Mike was one step ahead and he broke the guy's neck, causing him to fall down.

Shortly after the raid on the hotel in an attemt to kill him. He walked to a nearby tailor to buy a suit and pulled out a coin as well as Kimi's picture. Nothing was gonna stand in his way.