It was only two days after Kimi'd been recaptured by the sex-traffickers. She woke from being unconscious to being tied up in a cold dark room with Clarke. It's not Kimi's definition of fun, especially with the glaring light that made the man only a shadow. She knew what it was-an interrogation, and this man wouldn't ask nicely. He finally stepped towards her. "Where is your assassin buddy Mike?" he asked her in a gruff voice.

Kimi shrugged. "Who knows? The man's a ghost. I... AH!"

The sheriff''s pwerful strike hit her hard on the right side of her face. "We know you know his location. Don't lie to me again."

Her eyes were squeezed shut, trying hard to get rid of the spinning feeling that his punch had given her. It hadn't knocked her out... yet... since that wasn't his intention. He needed her awake.

"What makes you think I'm lying?" Kimi told him.

"He's the one looking for you."

"Why are you doing this?!"

"It was about the money... I got caught up... I had to become corrupt and assist in the trafficking business," Clarke explained. "Now that I have you right where I want you, I can get my money once I'm done shipping you."

"You bastard!" Kimi yelled.

Clarke didn't bother listening to her yelling and left the room to make a phone call.

"Markov? It's me. Your precious girl is tied up and secured."

"Good. Hold her there and wait for further instructions. You'll soon get your share." *click*

Meanwhile Mike made his way to Clarke's possible location, which was an old prison cell. When he infiltrated the block, he came across a few drunken goons attempting to whip an innocent woman who was naked. Knowing they're going to pay the price, he swiftly pulled three headshots, freeing the girl.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed in fear, thinking Mike was one of them. But after two seconds she realized he wasn't a trafficker. "You're... you're not one of them."

"I'm looking for Clarke Adams and a young Japanese girl," he told her.

"Oh them? Clarke's paranoid in making sure she get shipped overseas. I heard he works with a man named Markov... a Russian mob boss in trafficking. He's a very dangerous man. Those who cross his path will never see the light of day."

"I'm planning on killing them both," the assassin said in low and calm tone.

"Well, you're a dead man because, like I said, no one crosses Markov and lives."

"I understand. Go take care of yourself."

"Thank you," she said, and got dressed to escape outside.

After he rescued the woman, he made his way downstairs to where Kimi is interrogated.

"This doesn't have to go on, Mrs. Finster. Tell us where to find Mike."

Another figure entered the room, the glint of a chrome pistol shining in the single bright light. Though the man was only a silhouette as the others, Kimi instantly knew who it was. She didn't even need the gravelly, unfeeling voice that soon followed his entrance. "Right here."

The men all spun, bullets flying around the small room. Someone hit the edge of the light, causing it to drop on its wiring and swing wildly. As it swung it lit up different parts of the firefight and room. Holes in the wall, then the floor where a man was crouched. Just as quickly as the light uncovered, the head exploded, spraying the wall bright red. The light continued to swing, and a bullet so nearly missed Kimi that she could hear it whiz right by and hit someone behind her. She screamed, trying to break free from her restraints. This was dangerous. Someone was gonna hit her, Another figurewas briefly lit by the charcoal-black tie as the assassin quickly dodged back out of the light. Gunshots went off around her, their flashes so brief that nearly no one in the room could tell who was where. Another bullet hit the light...intentional perhaps. Just as the briefest flash of Clarke, who was severly wounded... intentionally. The last one shot towards where he thought the shots came from. A mistake, as it gave the light a chance to come into his direction. BAM! Last one down. He was way too close to Kimi. She could hear his blood splatter against her right side. It made her scream again. She could see the former assassin come towards her, light glinting off of one of his Hardballer 1911s. The pistol raised, and Kimi squeezed her eyes shut tight in anticipation. She heard the two shots, making her flinch heavily.

Panicked, Kimi yanked the leads for the generator out, and got up quickly, trying to run, but quickly stumbling She tried to clamor to the floor, but to no avail. With his free arm, Mike easily scooped Kimi off the floor. She flailed wildly, even hit him repeatedly as hard as she could. She wanted to escape, but Mike was unmoved. All her efforts stopped the instant she felt the cold metal of his handgun against her neck, near the back, where a bullet would server her spinal cord. Eyes wide, she hung limp in his arms.

Calmly and quietly, he spoke into her ear. "Calm down, Kimi." He didn't mean to actually shoot her, but he'd been certain that the touch of his pistol would snap out of her panicked state. "I'm not going to kill you... unless you force me to."

She slowly nodded, and he let her down. There were no words in her throat.

He noticed Clark groaning in severe pain. "Please... I can't die." Mike approached him and pointed his gun at his face, then knocked him out. He faced a still-frightened Kimi. "Wait here."

He dragged Clarke to a bathroom which came with a tub in it. From there he filled it completly full and had Clarke bound tight with old barbwires he found, then attached the generator wires to the water as a method for extreme interrogation, not that Clarke's gonna live anyway...

"Wha-what's going on?" Clarke found himself securly bound with barbwire in a bathtub filled with water.

"This generator is over 3000 Amps. Much more than what's neccessary, but I want you to understand the gravity of this situation. You have one minute to tell me where to find Markov. If you don't, the generator wil start. Your skin will melt and your blood will vaporize. There won't be enough left of you to identify," Mike told him.

"I'm just a There is nothing I can do for you, I'm afraid."

"I disagree. This is not a request; this situation is fixed, and you know both possible outcomes: live or die. Your choice." He placed a rubber duck in the tub. "Here's something to put things in prespective."

"YOU BASTARD!" the corrupt sheriff yelled, trying to break free from his restraints but cut himself the more he struggled.

"Yell all you like. The Lord Himself won't hear you." Mike sat in a chair, initiating the timer.

Clarke spent the next thirty seconds attempting to free himself, but to no avail. He had to confess at that point. "Okay... okay... Markov is in the south of California. He's a very dangerous man; weapons... drugs... sex trafficking... you name it."

"Where in the south of California?"

"He owns a very large mansion... but you don't want to find trouble with him, not that he's already pissed about you ruining his business. And don't forget I'm the Sheriff. Killing me will stop nothing."

Mike stopped the timer just as it reached ten seconds. "Thank you."

"Can I go now?"

He approached the door. "No." And he initiated the generator.

"But I thought we- ARGH!" The high voltage of the generator electocuted the corrupt Sheriff, blood splattered in the tub.

After he returned to Kimi, they made their way back outside... no hired guns, no anyone. The old prison cells look desolate. When they emerged, it was night, and only two vehicles: a Hummer and a ocean-blue sedan; the sedan was oviously Mike's. Kimi decided to take a nap in the car on the way out, rather than try to talk to the man.