Chapter 6
Viktor's eye twitched. Something he had started doing more in the last two hours than he had ever done in his life, he was sitting in an abandoned office that lead to the buildings cavernous cellar, which was where they were holing that pretty boy policeman up. The job was relatively easy, he just had to wait around, making sure the policeman didn't escape while Valeria went to find information on Flik. There was one snag, one hitch that had made the last potentially easy two hours a living nightmare for the big man. The singing.
The young cop had took in upon himself to sing very loudly up the stairs, his voice easily penetrating the door, he had gone through an entire The Clash album and was now singing a very loud, soulful and disgusting rendition of Under the Board Walk, Viktor was close to snapping, when he heard the cop actually lower his voice for the quasi solo during the chorus. Viktor exploded inwardly, by doing that and the harmony he was unbalancing the melody and throwing himself off beat, that was not how it was done! Viktor knew he had to right this wrong leaped out in time, swinging madly on the handle of the door and throwing his arm out dramatically singing in a booming, piercing and quite frankly, beautiful voice the last line of the chorus.
Camus grinned and stopped singing
"You turned down Broadway to be a terrorist? You must be a dedicated lawbreaker." He winked, Viktor then realised that he was hanging from the door handle like a showgirl, he blushed and stood up straight
"Shut the fuck up boy." He said, about to turn round "And stop singing."
"I will totally stop singing if you let me free or bring me a coffee." Said Camus "I'm annoying you know." He added matter of factly, Viktor remained silent, looking in a hostile manner at the young policeman, Camus saw this as a sign and after a deep intake of breathe began singing Rappers delight. Viktor had had enough.
"You want coffee?" He said, a mad look in his eyes "Here's your coffee!!!!" He then leaped back into the office, picked up his mug that had been left neglected for two hours because Camus' singing had put him off food and drink and threw it and its lukewarm liquid at the bound form of Camus, it missed. Camus smirked.
"Why Ed, are we cross?" he said, imitating Val Kilmer in Tombstone. Viktor was about to leap once more when suddenly he heard a loud voice.
"Viktor!" It was obviously a man, his voice sounded relatively young. Camus saw the man illuminated by the light at the top of the staircase, he was tall and thin, long bangs of black hair falling over his handsome face. "What the hell are you doing you dolt!?" The man shouted, his voice was very charismatic and carried around the room. "We need this man!"
"I'm sorry." Viktor said, sheepishly. This was quite an amusing sight as, judging by the size difference, Viktor could have probably snapped the young man like a twig, however his head was hung a little and his face was a mask of embarrassment
"I don't care how tanked you are!" Shouted the young man "That man is very important and we don't need him suffering from brain damage after the beating you were about to give him." He pointed at Camus who had a bruised jaw from a punch he had received a few hours earlier.
"Jesus Shu, we don't need him!" Shouted Viktor, gaining his confidence "He's just some dumb cop."
"Don't question me." Said Shu a little quieter than before "You and your little band of merry men would be nothing without me." He said, Viktor stared down at the man threateningly and merely said
"I'm going to look for Valeria." And he left.
Camus looked up at the man as he walked down the steps towards him.
"You gonna beat me up too?" He said, pretending he hadn't heard the conversation "'Cause I swear, one punch and I'll sing a James Brown song." He said, the man called Shu chuckled
"I'm not going to beat you up Bobby." He said, Camus was horrified that he knew his name. "I just want to talk."
Miklotov awoke on the floor, his face pressed against cold ground. He went to get up but every thing was so stiff and his head hurt way too much, he got into a sitting position and clutched his head, pain surging through it. When his eyes had focused he realised he was not alone in the room, he looked to his left and immediately darted in the opposite direction when he saw the dead body of the silver haired man he had killed a few hours ago (he guessed as it was now dark out the window), he looked at the man, a look of horrible pain on his blood splattered face, Miklotov looked disgusted when he heard a voice behind him
"Solon Jhee." Said the quiet, slightly hoarse voice "A very respected assassin, you must be a ferocious fighter to have killed him."
Miklotov spun round and saw a very tall man standing behind him, he had similarly silver hair as the dead man, however it was not ridiculously spiky. He wore very fashionable clothing and at his side was a gun, however his hand did not move for it when Miklotov stood sharply up, he merely looked at the alarmed officer with a hint of amusement. Miklotov considered taking him down and going for the door, which he noticed was opened, however the cool voice brought him from his musings
"Wondering why the door is open?" Said the calm man "Well firstly Solon smashed the locks when he tried to kill you and that charming gentleman who escaped, and secondly because I am a quick draw artist." He paused for effect "I could nail you before you even thought of doing anything." He said finally in an even but slightly warm voice, which was cold in itself that this man could talk about killing someone so calmly.
"How do you know about the other man?" Said Miklotov, not sure whether this man was bluffing about the quick draw thing, he remained cautious.
"A few of our men saw him hurtling out of the holding cell block just as they entered the main building." Said the man, there was a few seconds silence, Miklotov looked at him warily and he looked at Miklotov with a calm look that oozed menace before smiling and extending his hand "My name is Culgan by the way, John Culgan." Miklotov didn't know what to say, a man who for all intents and purposes was perhaps going to kill him was extending his hand in friendship, or what could be perceived as friendship at least. Miklotov took his hand slowly and shook it
"J, Julian Miklotov." He said, his voice hoarse from spending some time on the floor. Culgan nodded, still smiling
"My friend Seed will be down shortly as I have some pressing matters to attend to, I just had to meet you, a man who can defeat Solon Jhee is certainly a force to be reckoned with." He said, then heard someone walking down the corridor "And that'll be my dear Seed now. Well goodbye Julian Miklotov." He said nodding at the stunned policeman as he walked out the cell, a shorter, fiery haired man walking past him into the cell.
"So, this is the guy who killed Solon." He said, grinning, Miklotov gasped and recognised him at once as the man who was being chased by Flik down Muse highstreet, the red haired man continued before Miklotov could say anything "I'll be looking after you for the next few days before Luca decides whether he's gonna kill you or not, asshole." He said, Miklotov grinned
"And what makes you think you can hold me here, your friends a quick draw artist, what have you got?" he said, feeling a lot more confident, then suddenly Seed leaped forward and landed a powerful kick to Miklotov's chest, the big man fell backwards and hit the wall, before he could retaliate Seed was on him, zapping him painfully in the chest with a taser in order to stop him struggling.
Miklotov felt his strength ebbing away, Seed grinned as he began to expertly bind Miklotov with a thin but strong cord, he wrapped it round the tall cop's chest, knees, wrists and neck.
"With technology." Seed said as if to answer Miklotov's earlier question "And a little ninja ass kicking skills on the side. Oh and I wouldn't try to struggle." He added "That cord will slice through you, cutting the sensitive veins in your wrists and neck, causing you to bleed to death." He then nodded at the helpless cop.
"Good day" And left the room. Well, thought Miklotov, at least he was more polite this time.
Flik collapsed against a wall, panting and wheezing, he had been running through the city for hours, making his way through backstreets and alleys, knowing the Mafia was going to be on his heels in no time soon, he was surprised he was alive at all. He slid down, wheezing, his face in his hands, trying to wipe off the sweat, there was no point in running anymore, he thought, he may as well die here, he could go on no longer. He was then wrenched from his morbid train of thought by a voice
"Yo mister." Said the voice, it obviously belonged to a child, he looked to his left and saw a boy walking out of the shadows of an alley, he had brown hair and was wearing a purple shirt and was carrying a small, white lizard, he looked to be in his early teens. He walked over to the exhausted Flik "You ok?" He said, bending down to look at the man in the eye
"Get outta here kid." Said Flik, his voice sounding a little laboured "Your gonna get hurt." The boy was not phased
"Dude, you need to get cleaned up." He said "I saw you on the news, you tried to kill that Mafia guy, too bad the pigs caught ya." He said, his voice quite cheerful despite the morbid surroundings of the dank alley. Flik grinned at the kids remark
"You gonna turn me in kid?" He asked, standing up shakily
"No way man! I hate the police, they suck." He said and his lizard gave an affectionate retch
"Well thanks kid, I'll see ya around." He said, about to walk out the alley, when suddenly the white lizard gave a fearful squawk and suddenly there was gunfire ricocheting off the walls, Flik leaped into the alley the boy had come from, grabbing the kid and pulling him in with him. "Shit, they've found me!" He shouted as they ran into the alleys behind the club district. The boy then suddenly stopped in front of a back door, Flik looked at him exasperated. "Dammit boy, they'll kill you, c'mon!" However the kid merely produced a key out of his jeans pocket and quickly opened the door. Beckoning for Flik to follow, without thinking he did so and pulled the door shut behind him, the kid locking it from the inside.
"We'll be safe here." He said "My dad lives here, they definitely won't try anything." He said, walking to the fridge of a small but neat kitchen, he opened the door and pulled out a soda, he offered Flik one but he declined.
"Make yourself at home, any enemy of the police and the Mafia is a friend of mine." He said, Flik nodded woth gratitude
"My name's Flik" He said, the kid grinned
"Good to meet ya, my names Futch."