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What you need to know: Deadpool has infiltrated the headquarters, taken out two of the Kingpins henchmen and is still unfortunately unaware that he has played right into their trap or has he???
Chapter 8
His adrenalin level was at its highest rate this morning and for a long time Deadpool had never been this focused on getting the job done. He was making good progress this morning or so he thought as he sidled down the hallway full of paintings into a room, which contained records of some sort in a dozen aged cabinets, Deadpool wasn't too sure what the records were of and he didn't really want to find out now. An extremely well dressed man was on guard facing the door on the opposite side of the room looking nonchalant and wanting to be somewhere else. It was very important for Deadpool not to make the slightest noise or his head would be on a platter.
He started creeping on the grey-carpeted floor making the smallest steps and the longest bounds with his arms outstretched like a wildcat. The man turned his head slightly sideways and Deadpool froze. It was not an easy task. After about 5 seconds he slowly faced the door again.
Not wasting anymore time, Deadpool sprung towards the man gripping his neck, breaking it and easing the now dead man down onto the floor.
Three men down and still he believed his presence had so far gone unnoticed.
From behind him, he heard two quick footsteps and before he had time to react he was stuck in a tight headlock with a man twice maybe even three times his own size and twice his age.
"Come on old man, I can take you! What've you uhhhhh," Deadpool squeaked trying not to show too much discomfort and giving Grandpa the false impression of victory.
He kneed the old mans crown jewels but was taken from behind by a stronger and more powerful opponent and was taken to the floor. His lucky streak had ended. The stronger mafia man dropped his shoulder into his gut and then whacked his skull with the end of a pistol rendering him unconscious.
Opening his eyes, he felt the intense discomfort in his head and gut kick in. He tried to groan but the gag bound around his mouth muffled it. Rope tied him to the chair he now occupied and his hands and feet were taped so he was virtually inanimate. He was in the centre of a dimly lit room, facing the kingpin who sat at a large desk with a Cuban cigar, freshly ignited stuck between his stained teeth.
"Good to see you've joined us, Mr. Deadpool," he spat butting out the cigar onto the desk. "We've been expecting you, not like my three unfortunate men who lost their lives this morning but they died for a good cause" he solemnly said glancing at the security screens behind him.
"I assume you don't know why you've been brought here, eh? Well if you can remember back a couple of months there was a certain job that you completed that we were not too happy about, you see? That job was to kill my nephew and that you did and I've been vowing revenge ever since! And now I can have it! Joe?" he stared at Joe signalling with his eyes and pointing to Deadpool.
"Right, Boss," the burly gangster said trundling over to him and king hitting him and dislocating his arm at the same time.
Deadpool yelled in anger but it was inaudible. He received another punch to the face and to the gut. His pain threshold was slipping. He tried to maintain his defiance not showing weakness facing the enemy.
"Do you like that? We're just beginning the fun," he muttered sharing a good laugh with Joe.
Deadpool needed to find a way out of this fast. It didn't look good.