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A Sister's Love
After what seemed like hours but was really only minutes both trackers showed their people to be on earth, then Europe and then in Italy. Both dots were moving side by side, indicating that they were becoming closer and closer to each other. Finally it was narrowed down to one building and both people being tracked were in it. Working together Julian and Asia hacked into the security system so that they could try to get visual and sound. "Looks like the other target is in there, just like you predicted." Julian comment as he typed away. "And this is some superior security we're hacking into, unusual for a warehouse, much less one in this type of neighborhood."
"People would be less likely to ask questions in this type of neighborhood." Asia pointed out as she looked over at him pointedly. "It fits that he'd own such a place, as oily and disgusting as he is. Don't bother with a visual for him, just concentrate on finding Rome and Paris."
"Understood, good luck." Sue Ling said into the cell phone having called in people they knew in the area who would be willing to go in and get the siblings out of there. Not to mention the fact that it wasn't likely going to be easily accomplished.
"I've hacked into the security monitors, now I just have to find her." Julian said, already ahead of Asia. Going from monitor to monitor he swore when he came up with the right one. Quickly he accessed the controls for the large screen on one side of the rooms walls and with a flicker a large image came up on screen. Rome, her legs and arms bound hung from the rafters of the room by a rope tied to the ropes around her slim wrists. She dangled there, unconscious as she swung slightly back and forth in her pjs. She was wearing a black tank top and black boxers, both dirty and no defense against the dampness of the building. There were bruises forming on her face and stomach, a hint of blood drying at her lips where she'd been struck across the face earlier. There where middle aged two men in the room, playing a game of cards and smoking away as if she weren't even there though they paused every once and a while to leer at her still form. Working hard while the other stared at her in horror and wondered where Paris was Julian with some finessing managed to get sound, the room filled with the chatter of the two men playing their cards unaware of the intense rage now directed at them.
Italy
"Good for nothing hellcat she was, damn but my gut is killing me." Rickie said with a wince as he rubbed his stomach gingerly, his sire muscles protecting the action. Though barely topping five foot six he was pure muscle and with his shaved head and scarred face he was obvious trouble. There was a large skull tattoo on his left shoulder with tally marks under it, thirty three in all. His way of keeping track of every life he'd taken and if he'd had his way the bitch would have been number thirty four. Unfortunately they were under orders in that respect.
"Well I heard her brother put up quite a fight too. Then again from what I hear they were quite the force to be reckoned with during the war. Brother had a fondness for blowing things up." Rat said with a shake of his head, causing his greasy black hair to swing back and forth slightly. He was thin as a bean pole and had a rather unfortunately rodent like face which had earned him his nickname. "Wonder why it is that she's getting the proper treatment while that brother of hers is getting his ass kicked. Seeing as the boss hates the brother wouldn't it make more sense to work the sister over, be more of a kicker for the little ass but instead we're not suppose to lay a finger on her. Which is a real shame, wouldn't mind having a go at her myself. Not much in the front area but she's got one fine ass, wouldn't mind seeing how much of a hellcat she is in the sack. Bet she'd be one hell of a ride."
"Maybe that's why the boss is saving her." Rickie said with a shrug, not overly carrying one way or another. Personally if he was allowed a go at her he'd use the time beating her within an inch of her bloody life the good for nothing bitch. He'd like to slit her wrists and watch her bleed to death, her blood spurting out of her and all over the place while she screamed. Women, never knowing their god damn place. He didn't take lip from anyone, especially some bitch whore who thought she was a man. Women belonged in the kitchen, not sitting behind a desk with a rank ordering people around like she was someone special. "What I want to know is why he's here though, never known the son of a bitch to dirty his girlie hands before. He's all talk, but I bet he hasn't got the guts to do either of them himself, will most likely leave that to us and just stand back to watch."
"Ain't it the truth, waste really." Rat said as he looked over at the woman, licking his lips at the picture she made. But he needed the money, he couldn't afford not to get paid or he was as good as six feet under. "So you've met this guy then? The one throwing all this money our way for these two?"
"Spoken with him, haven't seen the idiot yet, he thinks that so long as I don't know his face he's safe." Rickie said with a laugh, a hacking one as his smoking had more then gotten to his lungs years ago. "Putz, well we'll be seeing him soon enough and I bet ya anything he's some fat, rich dandy in a fancy suit thinking himself a big man for what we've pulled off for him. I'll tell you what I think, I think he's afraid of these two. Heard he hired Marcus and Jimmy boy to take out their cousin too, wonder why he didn't want the kid brought here too? Heard the boy's nothing but a data geek, would have been easy as pie, not like his cousins." Rickie added with a dark look in Rome's direction. "Plus I heard their grandfather's on his way to the morgue shortly as well, the whole family must have pissed someone off big time."
"Yeah, no kidding. Wonder why more of the family wasn't targeted or why they didn't just do them in one big sweep." Rat said with a thoughtful look on his rat like face, occasionally clever when he was sober as he was now. He'd lost too many jobs in the past because he'd been too drunk to be of any use. "I mean all four of them dying so close together, it's obvious that it's on purpose. Won't this put the rest of the family on guard, I mean they own like billions, odds are they can't be that stupid. People in my family start dying right and left I'm gonna get the hell outta there and not show my fuckin face."
"Maybe it was just these four that presented the problem." Rickie said with a shrug though Rat did have a point there, a rare thing indeed. "Though it's weird, two of the targets are child's play, the other two friggin military soldiers with bad ass attitudes. Interesting family they got going, or had going in this case." He added with a guff of laughter as he was rather looking forward to the family losing some members, especially the bitch. Getting up out of his seat Rickie walked over to Rome's still form and grinned up at her with a smug look on his face, placing his hand on her bare stomach to give her a slight push so that she swayed back and forth for a moment. "Not so tough are you now huh?"
"Hey, Rickie, look at her feet. I think maybe we should loosen those ropes a bit." Rat said as he stood beside his friend. "Looks like they're too tight, no circulation and the man did say he wanted her to be able to stand on her own two feet."
"True." Rickie said with a look of disgust. Getting behind her he formed a kind of chair for her with his arms and chest so that her bound legs stood out for Rat to untie. Quickly Rat undid the ropes and for good measure rubbed along her legs to increase circulation. He was about to begin retying when he felt cold eyes on him. Slowly he lifted his to look into eyes with his death mirrored in them. Before he could even work up a scream her legs flashed out and wrapped around his neck, breaking it as her powerful legs with a sickening crunch before unwrapping quickly to push back and into the stomach of the man behind her who's hands had automatically dug painfully into her hips at her movements. Using the kick as leverage Rome brought her legs up to wrap around the rope attached to her hands. Using her teeth to undo the easy enough knot while Rickie ran over to the table to get his gun where he had left it foolishly. Dropping to the floor as he whirled around to face her Rome stood there with a hard look in her eyes, her arms still bound together as she watched him like a cat stalking a mouse even though he was the one who was armed.
"Stay right there you." Rickie said, sweating a great deal as he looked from her to Rat who lay on the ground, his neck at an odd angle with blood dripping from his pale as death face. She's snapped it like a toothpick, like it was an ordinary thing to do. Now wonder there were so many men in the warehouse, she was a monster. "Jesus, Jesus Christ Rat."
"Unless you want to join him you'll kick that gun over here and get into that corner over there. Then you're going to tell me where my brother is and you aren't going to lie about it." Rome said as she motioned to the far left corner with a slight movement of her head. "Otherwise your death won't be near as quick and painless."
"I'm..I'm the one with the gun here. You'll do what I tell you to do." Rickie said though the gun shook slightly and he couldn't seem to steady it. It was as if she'd reached into his heart and froze it, cutting off all his air while she was at it.
"Last warning, where is my brother and drop the gun." Rome repeated quietly looking as cool and calm as though she had everything under complete control. "Drop it and kick it over here. Now."
Not able to take it anymore he fired the gun, the bullet heading straight for her head. Seeing it coming though Rome simply put her bound wrists in the way, the bullet slicing through the rope and skin on its way past. Continuing to fire blindly now Rome managed to keep out of the way while she used her strength to break the rest of the ropes so that they fell at her feet as she went at him in a zig zag pattern, bullets skinning clothes and a few flesh but none enough to hamper her as she appeared in front of him out of what seemed like thin air, her hand clamped on his gun hand. Quickly she twisted the arm, breaking it in several places as he screamed out in agony, the gun dropping to the floor. Letting him go Rome leaned over and picked up the gun, straightening to find him huddled in a fetal position, cradling his arm as he looked at her with naked fear on his pale face as he looked at her with the knowledge of his impending doom in his blue eyes. "Please don't..Oh God please don't kill me. I'll do anything you ask. I don't know where he is, I swear I don't know where your brother is."
"Then you're no use to me now are you." Rome said coldly before firing off a shot that went straight through his throat, blood squirting out everywhere as he made a gurgling noise as he choked on his own blood. Watching it spill and splash all over the place Rome watched him on the ground, his hands around his throat as though it would stop the bleeding when he was already dying, death blood had a certain tang to it that she recognized easily. "You used an innocent child to get us, would have killed the boy if we hadn't given him an escape route. Men like you deserve to die slowly and painfully. As you are now." Walking away from him she picked up the gun that Rat had left on the table as well and tucking that into the waistband of her boxers headed out the door and into a long hallway to find her brother.
Preventers
"My God, she..she...she killed those two men." Was all Niles could manage as he watched his granddaughter in acute horror. "She didn't even hesitate for a second."
"Hesitate for a second and that second could mean the difference between your life or death." Sue-Ling said calmly, not at all ruffled by what she had seen. After all she too knew what it was to chose your life or the taking of another. Besides there wasn't just Rome's life, there was Paris's and as his older sister Rome had a responsibility to look after and protect him. "Would you rather watch her be sliced open with bullets then watch her walk away relatively un scratched with blood of nothing more then sewer rats on her hands?"
"Oh damn, trouble headed her way." Julian said cutting off the discussion as everyone turned their attention back to the screen to see what he meant.
Italy
Engaged in a shooting match Rome was holding her own but she was running out of ammo and she was still feeling a little off from the drugs they'd pumped into her. What she needed was some more guns and maybe hand grenade or two. Firing off another couple of shots Rome moved behind the wall just as another volley of bullets came flying at her face, one splintering into wood that went flying out in front of her. Cursing under her breath Rome sent another volley of bullets in the direction of the fire and moving back behind the wall again waited for the return shots which never came. Staying where she was for a full two minutes she inched from behind the wall slowly, no fire coming. Walking cautiously over to the still forms of the first men she'd shot she began loading up on their weapons and ammo, taking whatever she could carry. About to move onto the last guy she sensed someone behind her and spinning around on her heels was too late, a bullet flying through the air and through her chest, in the middle as she shot him automatically as she fell back onto the body of the man she'd just stripped of weapons. Laying there she felt the blood streaming out her back and in a daze placed her hand on her stomach where the wound pulsated with pain and the blood spilling from it. Forcing her arms to work she levered herself up on her hands, staring glassily at the crumpled form of the ground a few meters away, her shooter. Forcing herself to her feet she weaved there back and forth, staying upright by shear will. Walking over to the man like drunk Rome dropped to her knees beside him, looking at his ordinary face carefully, as though it were important. Then shaking her head like a dog shaking off water her eyes cleared some what as her bloodied hands reached out and began undoing the buttons on the man's shirt with fingers that were only slightly unsteady. Getting it off the man with effort Rome set it on the floor beside her then removed her shirt without a though then ripping the tank top up used it to bind up her wound slightly before slugging the man's shirt on, buttoning it up to hide the wound. Getting to her feet once more she leaned against a wall for support for several minutes before looking down the hallway and pushing off from the wall took off running down it. Maybe she was dying, but she refused to die until she knew her brother was safe.