Rene turned around. Gatille.
His facial muscle was twitching. A horrible grin darkened his face.
"I knew you weren't an ordinary one. What are you? CIA? FBI? Or the Department of Justice, like him?"
"I don't belong to any of those."
"Oh?" He went up to her and grabbed her chin. Rene struggled in vain. "You look very familiar. Wait a second, I think I can recall… of course, you're Neil's wife. Good evening, Mrs. Amis, why aren't you home to enjoy your little girl?"
Rene could not answer.
"That's not important." Gatille threw her onto the bed, next to Frank. He took out a gun and a silencer. "You will die anyways. Pity. You could have lived, but you simply couldn't resist Donovan, could you?"
Rene could not bear it any more. "Shut up and listen to me, you stupid fool! You kill this man, you kill your own savior!"
"My savior? He was no less than my executioner. When they demanded ransom, he valued it more than he did me." Gatille continued his action.
"No, you idiot! He shot the one who was to kill you! He saved your life! You don't believe it? It's on tape."
Gatille stopped. "What tape?"
"Do you believe me or not?"
Gatille looked at her bitterly. He took aim at Frank.
"All right. Consider this: he is a good agent, isn't he?"
Gatille narrowed his eyes.
"All right. Look, he saved Iris."
"The brat. Isn't she his?" Gatille grinned, raising an eyebrow.
"No."
"You lie."
"I am not! Don't you dare say that I lie about Iris's father! I wish she were his, but no. If you don't believe it, that's fine. Go ahead and kill us. Kill him, kill me, and no one is coming to save you from Big Mike."
Gatille's eyes blazed. "Big Mike. How did you know about him?"
"He's the one that killed your girlfriend."
"How did you know?"
Rene looked at the agonized figure on the bed. "Frank told me that."
"Impossible." Gatille lowered the gun and walked toward Frank, bending to scrutinize him.
"Stop right there." A cold, thick voice rang.
An alarm rang in Gatille's head: Gen? He ran a documentary in his head: Neil brought the man, slow but very able and obedient, several times quite crucial to success of a mission. It was odd. How came he never thought of it before?
He turned around, leaving the gun by the bed.
"Glad to see you again, Robert, the rich kid." Gen's face transformed. It looked very cunning and cruel.
Gatille flinched. It was a name that circulated in the gang. So this guy was Big Mike. "Big Mike? How are you? I am very glad to see you."
Big Mike didn't smile. "So how does it feel, rich kid, that you've made a fatal mistake? Drop the act. There is no use exchanging ancient courtesies."
"I understand. Always the rule, eh? Well," he rubbed his chin, "I can tell you that it doesn't feel good, to know that I've gone all this way getting this guy, while he saved me. And to have overlooked you, who was the single force against me."
"Yeah. You are right. And what can I say, you've finished." He raised his gun.
A shot rang in the room. Rene's scream followed. She was shot in the shoulder. Gatille had grabbed her for cover at the last second. He didn't wait for another shot, took out a knife in his pocket and threw it toward Big Mike. Right in the chest.
Big Mike had a look of shock on his face when he fell. Gatille sighed relief, threw aside Rene, and went toward the window. Cars were arriving, the police, the team, and the medical examiners.
Gatille didn't get to see anyone though. He didn't even reach the window when another shot rang out and pierced his heart. He didn't even turn back to look at Big Mike drop his head for the last time.
They received no miracles.
His facial muscle was twitching. A horrible grin darkened his face.
"I knew you weren't an ordinary one. What are you? CIA? FBI? Or the Department of Justice, like him?"
"I don't belong to any of those."
"Oh?" He went up to her and grabbed her chin. Rene struggled in vain. "You look very familiar. Wait a second, I think I can recall… of course, you're Neil's wife. Good evening, Mrs. Amis, why aren't you home to enjoy your little girl?"
Rene could not answer.
"That's not important." Gatille threw her onto the bed, next to Frank. He took out a gun and a silencer. "You will die anyways. Pity. You could have lived, but you simply couldn't resist Donovan, could you?"
Rene could not bear it any more. "Shut up and listen to me, you stupid fool! You kill this man, you kill your own savior!"
"My savior? He was no less than my executioner. When they demanded ransom, he valued it more than he did me." Gatille continued his action.
"No, you idiot! He shot the one who was to kill you! He saved your life! You don't believe it? It's on tape."
Gatille stopped. "What tape?"
"Do you believe me or not?"
Gatille looked at her bitterly. He took aim at Frank.
"All right. Consider this: he is a good agent, isn't he?"
Gatille narrowed his eyes.
"All right. Look, he saved Iris."
"The brat. Isn't she his?" Gatille grinned, raising an eyebrow.
"No."
"You lie."
"I am not! Don't you dare say that I lie about Iris's father! I wish she were his, but no. If you don't believe it, that's fine. Go ahead and kill us. Kill him, kill me, and no one is coming to save you from Big Mike."
Gatille's eyes blazed. "Big Mike. How did you know about him?"
"He's the one that killed your girlfriend."
"How did you know?"
Rene looked at the agonized figure on the bed. "Frank told me that."
"Impossible." Gatille lowered the gun and walked toward Frank, bending to scrutinize him.
"Stop right there." A cold, thick voice rang.
An alarm rang in Gatille's head: Gen? He ran a documentary in his head: Neil brought the man, slow but very able and obedient, several times quite crucial to success of a mission. It was odd. How came he never thought of it before?
He turned around, leaving the gun by the bed.
"Glad to see you again, Robert, the rich kid." Gen's face transformed. It looked very cunning and cruel.
Gatille flinched. It was a name that circulated in the gang. So this guy was Big Mike. "Big Mike? How are you? I am very glad to see you."
Big Mike didn't smile. "So how does it feel, rich kid, that you've made a fatal mistake? Drop the act. There is no use exchanging ancient courtesies."
"I understand. Always the rule, eh? Well," he rubbed his chin, "I can tell you that it doesn't feel good, to know that I've gone all this way getting this guy, while he saved me. And to have overlooked you, who was the single force against me."
"Yeah. You are right. And what can I say, you've finished." He raised his gun.
A shot rang in the room. Rene's scream followed. She was shot in the shoulder. Gatille had grabbed her for cover at the last second. He didn't wait for another shot, took out a knife in his pocket and threw it toward Big Mike. Right in the chest.
Big Mike had a look of shock on his face when he fell. Gatille sighed relief, threw aside Rene, and went toward the window. Cars were arriving, the police, the team, and the medical examiners.
Gatille didn't get to see anyone though. He didn't even reach the window when another shot rang out and pierced his heart. He didn't even turn back to look at Big Mike drop his head for the last time.
They received no miracles.