Chapter 5

Flik sat in his jail cell, his face in his hands. He had failed her, he had failed to exact vengeance on the Highland Mafia, he was waiting for his court case, he didn't know how long he would be put away for, but he knew one thing, attempted murder and assault of a police officer was definitely going to put him away for a long time. By that time it would all be over and he wouldn't have had the chance to kill that dog Luca Blight. He fell backwards, letting the surprisingly soft bed break his fall, he stared at the bland ceiling and remembered, he remembered the pain he had felt when Viktor, covered in blood, had told him of Odessa's death. He had never even got to say goodbye.

On that day, he lost all sense of self and lived only for vengeance, to kill the Highland Mafia, its what Odessa would have wanted, right? Suddenly he heard someone enter his cell, he stood up was instantly dwarfed by the lanky Miklotov, the dark haired man had an angry look on his face, at least four veins and his forehead were having a competition to see which one would burst first and his large fists were clenched.

"I need to ask you something." He said, his voice deceptively calm, Flik remained indifferent, emotion might give Miklotov an advantage if a fight ensued, and the policeman certainly looked like he was spoiling for one. However, he kept his composure and motioned for Flik to take a seat, Flik did so and so did Miklotov, he took a moment before he continued, studying the inmate with a scrupulous glare before saying "My friend went missing a few days ago, Gorudo hasn't authorised a search so whatever I ask you is strictly off the record." He said, Flik was not quick to trust however saying

"How can I be sure?"

"No badge, no tape, C'mon, I just need your help." He said, though Flik didn't trust this man, he wanted to find out more, he assumed he was talking about that cop that had stopped him from killing that Highland Mafia dog

"Fine." He said

"Not even a video camera, I switched them all off before coming in here." Said Miklotov, as if to add extra reassurance "Anyway, my friend went missing, I think this has something to do with the Highland Mafia." The without warning he said "So who do you work for?"

"I dunno what your talking about." Said Flik, feigning a look of contempt, although he was inwardly nervous that this cop had guessed that he wasn't a lone assassin.

"Oh please, you get arrested and then three days later my friend, who just happens to be the one who nailed you goes missing. We all know you've got a something against the Highland Mafia as you were chasing that Seed fella', all I need ifs proof and when I get it, 'cause I will, your going down. The judicial system doesn't like terrorist groups or whatever your involved in, you'd go down like a fucking sack of potatoes." Miklotov smirked "Tell me now and the courts don't ever need to know, you'll go down for assault of a police officer and attempted murder but that's it, they don't need to know about your friends."

"You're sharp." Said Flik "Ok, I'll tell you, but if you tell a soul…"

"You'll what? Get ass raped by a big guy in high security, that's what." Said Miklotov, his smirk widening, he had learned a lot about intimidation from Camus "You don't have much of a choice, but you have a better chance not getting nailed for that too if you tell me. I won't lie to you, you can't trust anyone now, now that you've attacked one of the Highland Mafia." Flik was a little lost for words, hut recovered quickly

"I work for a group trying to overthrow the Highland Mafia, you have to stupid not to know they practically run this city." Miklotov nodded, though he didn't like to think so, it was certainly true, Flik continued "I dunno what happened to your friend, but I do he's a dumb fuck who's gonna get in over his head in a war if he doesn't back out."

"It may be too late…" Miklotov mused sadly, he was about to say something else when suddenly three shots rang out, one missed Miklotov's head and he dived down, pulling Flik down with him in order to dodge more shots.

Miklotov crawled out a little to see their assailant, drawing his gun, he looked up and saw a man with ridiculously spiky grey hair, how did he get past security? Miklotov though, even if I did switch the security camera's off, he had to have got past the security guards. Then he realised this man was probably from the Mafia, and they had no qualms about killing anyone who got in their way. Miklotov flinched as another shot sent pieces of plaster flying from the wall, however, neither man said a word, in order not to betray their position. Miklotov heard foot steps, he lay still, under the cells bed, both men were not even breathing in order to stay silent and throw off their enemy. The silver haired man stood in the middle of the room, confused, before he bent down to check under the bed.

Miklotov saw his chance and rolled out from the other side and leapt to his feet, shooting at the man, the silver haired Mafia gunner leapt aside but got a bullet to the arm, he dropped his gun from a mixture of shock and pain, gripping his arm, he then whipped out a knife and leaped over the bed at Miklotov, he instantly knocked the tall policeman over and the two began a wrestle on the ground, fighting for the upper hand, whoever this man was, Miklotov thought, he fights like a tiger.

Soon though, the assassin was able to get the upper hand was pinning Miklotov down with one hand, his other one was being gripped by Miklotov in an attempt to stop him from stabbing him, but the assassin was stronger and was beginning to edge the blade closer to his face, suddenly, the policeman rolled sideways, knocking the assassin over, he then aimed a viscous kick at the silver haired man which was dodged, but it gave Miklotov time to grab his gun, the silver haired man lunged and Miklotov shot.

He looked down to see the man lying dead on the floor, blood soaking his designer suit. He then looked frantically round the room, Flik was gone, he had obviously escaped without security to stop him as they had probably all been killed my this hitman. He was so fucked when Gorudo found out. Sighing he left the cell in order to report to Gorudo what had happened.

He walked into the police building and towards Gorudo's office, entering without knocking, he immediately saw someone he recognised, a tall man wearing an expensive coat and suit, he was having a cigar with Gorudo.

"Leon Silverburg." Miklotov said, then looked at Gorudo "Whats he doing here?"

"He and his buddies made me an offer I couldn't refuse." Grinned Gorudo, puffing on his cigar "Oh and Miklotov, we won't be needing you anymore, bye bye." He grinned, leaning back in his seat, he and Leon laughed as Miklotov was grabbed from behind and felt the butt of a rifle slam into his face.

Camus awoke to the sound of loud footsteps, he looked down and saw he was tied to a chair, he had been for about three days now, waking up for a few hours to almost pitch black he seemed to be in a dank cellar and suspected he had been left to die here as no one had come down, however now the large form of Viktor opened the door, followed by a slim female with long brown hair.

"Hi." He said "So you finally took time out of your busy schedule to come down here and tell me why the fuck I'm attached to a chair?"

"Shut up." Said the huge Viktor "We'll do the talking here." Camus grinned, this guy watches too many movies, he chuckled to himself "You find something funny?" Said Viktor, bringing his angular face closer to Camus' until the policeman could smell the whiskey on his breath, Camus smiled

"No, Clint." He then wished he hadn't as the mans meaty fist buried itself in his gut, he gasped with surprise, however he had avoided being winded by tensing his stomach, however despite the punch he had just received, Camus was able to remain jovial "Whats… Wrong? You were so cheery on the docks just before your friend here knocked me out with a two by four." He said, straining to get his breath back, the punch had not winded him but had certainly come as a shock and he took a couple of seconds to recover. At this, the tall, brown haired woman spoke, as she walked into the light, Camus saw that she was breathtakingly beautiful, with long, full hair and an almost perfect face, she was also very well endowed which caused Camus to grin as she moved into his vision, even in a precarious situation such as this he remained just a little juvenile.

"Neither of us are in a good mood Mr policeman." She said "We've just hear word that the cities police department has now been taken over by the Highland Mafia, meaning our colleague is dead."

"Who? The short tempered guy with the band round his head? Who cares, the guys a maniac!" Camus said and then received a swift punch to the face by Viktor

"You shut your mouth!" He shouted, grabbing Camus' collar "If he's dead I'll make sure you pay!" He raised his fist back for another punch but the attractive woman, Valeria, placed a delicate looking hand on his elbow and he grudgingly put his arm back by his side.

"You know I'm not too happy about this either." Said Camus quietly "But why am I down here?"

"You're a respected officer." Said Valeria, a fuming Viktor stepping back into the shadows "And your getting involved in an inevitable war, you could tip the balance. We don't want that."

"I'm not gonna stand by and watch more testosterone driven nut jobs jeopardise people lives." Camus said, his lip swollen and bloody from the punch he had received. Valeria looked at him with amusement

"Is that what you think of us, 'testosterone driven nut jobs'?"

"Damn straight woman."

"We're more than that, much more, Flik is just a little hot headed, he's one of our best men."

"You guys must be pretty pathetic, he was an amateur." Said Camus, grinning at the shadow veiled form of Viktor, daring him to take another swing, the big man did nothing

"We'll talk later, I have more pressing matters to attend to." Said Valeria, walking away "Just to make sure you don't try and escape we're going to have to put you to sleep 'til we next have a little chat." She said, walking towards the door. "Our budgets a little tight so we can't afford gas."

Camus sighed, he knew what was coming, he felt the cosh smash over the top of his head and once again he fell into fitful unconsciousness.