Chapter 14

Viktor ran as fast as he could, all thoughts of his testicular activity out of his mind he ran. His buddy Flik was in danger and he was going to save him.

Valeria has rushed to his apartment and told Viktor what had happened. Then left to tell the others.

Viktor didn't go with her, he rushed straight to the scene, without a gun, without anything to defend himself, but he knew he had to help Flik, the guy had lost so much, he couldn't lose his life as well.

Rounding a bend Viktor was plunged into a sea of sirens and flames, he saw the once grand hotel was now a wreck, broken glass shards littered the pavement, there was blood everywhere. He saw five dead bodies, a sixth was being taken into an ambulance. He ran quickly and saw the familiar blue bandana that belonged to Flik, pushing aside two of the ambulance workers he saw his buddy, bleeding from the arm and side but alive. Flik saw Viktor and grinned

"I took one of 'em down with me Viktor." He said weakly

"What do you mean?" Viktor said, his voice quavering "Your not gonna die buddy." He said, looking at Flik's injuries, they were bad but he could be saved. Viktor had learned all about this during his marine training earlier in his life, he nodded to the ambulance workers and they took the injured man into the ambulance.

As he was carried off Viktor walked over to the bodies littering the streets and the shattered lobby of the hotel. His soul awash with relief. He saw the familiar gaunt face of Culgan, his features twisted in wide eyed a grimace of pain. He bent down and closed the corpses eyes with a brush of his hand, there were no grudges in death. He looked on at the other bodies with grief, they had been his friends. But he knew what to do, before the police reached the area he was already gone, running to find Teresa. They had to end the Mafia now.

Miklotov was tired. He knew he was about to walk into the lion's den so to speak, and he knew he was about to face death at possibly every turn. But to be honest, he couldn't be bothered.

He had been sucked into this, and he wanted out. He now realised what Camus meant, no good could come from this kind of criminal activity. The terrorists weren't on his side they were disrupting the peace.

And he and Camus were going to solve this problem somehow. Though he didn't know, however Camus obviously had a pretty good idea as he strode confidently behind the two teens who obviously knew the way fluently.

They moved across the backstreet's of the rich industrial district until they reached an empty lot behind the huge Blight Arms building.

Riou tugged on Camus' arm and pulled him behind a dumpster, Jowy and Miklotov followed.

"There's a guard behind that door there." Said Riou, pointing to a barely visible dull grey metal door opposite them. "He lets Highland thugs in if they have a password."

"And do you have one?" Asked Camus, looking around to see if there might be another entrance into the fortress-like building.

"No." Said Jowy "They change the password every day."

"Right." Said Camus, barely listening "Well the time for being subtle is over." He said, pulling a handgun from his jacket pocket and firing three rounds into the door, it opened and a body slumped out. The other three looked at him in shock.

"Right, get inside, we'll lock any guards who come round the front out." Camus said, undeterred by the looks of obvious horror on their faces.

They ran inside, a few guards were running down the small corridor but the two policemen took them out easily and left their bodies blocking the door.

After a few minutes of moving through the labyrinthine lower quarters of the huge building they reached a set of stairs, moving up them quietly they reached a cleaner, more office building-type corridor, three guards stood in front of one of the rooms, the four intruders, stole back down the stairs quietly.

"I think that's where they're keeping Nanami and Pilika." Whispered Riou

"Ok." Said Camus "We'll get rid of the guards, you get them out, me and Mikki" (Twitch) "Will move on got it?" Both teens nodded.

Camus and Miklotov emerged from the staircase and walked past the guards as if they couldn't see them. This was a trick they had used countless times and they both knew exactly what to do. One of the guards moved forwards and grabbed Miklotov's arm

"Hey! No grunts past the lower quarters!" He shouted

"Oh, sorry." Said Miklotov confidently "We just needed to report a break in to the boss."

"I see." Said one of the guards "Well we'll do it. You stay here." Said the guard and he and another walked down the corridor.

Camus wasted no time and leaped forwards, planting a punch on the last guards stomach, he fell to the floor and was knocked out by a kick to the face.

"Ok guys, you get your friends out of here." Said Camus, grabbing the guards gun and tossing it to Miklotov "We'll move on." However as they began to walk down the corridor they heard Jowy pipe up

"Wait!" Both men turned "If you see Jillia, please try and get her out."

Camus was about to say that it wasn't their problem but Miklotov cut in with

"We will, don't worry about it." And the two men walked down the corridor. Camus gave him a glance that said 'what the fuck are you thinking?' Miklotov noticed this and shrugged.

"It was the right thing to do." He said.

As Seed drove recklessly towards the building Luca had only one thing on his mind. Murder. He didn't care anymore, he would kill everyone and anyone who stood in his way. Somehow he knew the end was coming near and he wanted to make sure he took down as many people as he could. He looked at Seed, the young man had dared to question him.

NO one can question me! Said the part of his brain that was responsible for all those deaths

NO ONE can tell me what to do! I must make him pay!

Seed was blissfully unaware of the knife now edging towards his throat and he drove on.