Part 5: Detainee
He was not with me when I awoke, but the lights were clearly on in the living room, the television blaring the news loudly.
"Turn it down a bit will you?" I asked, not hearing a response. "You're starting to annoy me now, stop it." No response. I got out of bed, not bothering to put on a shirt.
There was no one there. "Get out here this instant", I yelled. No response. I checked his room across the living room which was empty, although the sheets were quite tangled within one another. His gun was on the floor, and oddly…all shots were discharged in the room. The bullet holes riddled the armoire and walls; it was then that I noticed the window was broken, and the mud stained combat boots tracking on the floor. I ran to get my holsters and fasten them on with my guns too. I hurried, time was of the essence.
Out in the lobby, people idly waited for tables in the restaurant, locals and tourists alike.
"Hello, have you seen a tan, blonde-haired, American man come by today?" I asked the clerk, who was busily polishing keys.
"Ah, yes ma'am. He leave hours ago with men in suit." He said to me.
"Do you recall what kind of car they were driving?"
"A large, black, one. An, ah…how you say it…S.TU.V."
"How long ago?"
"Two hour. Ah, next customa." He said, waving to the person behind me. I went out into the damp, hot streets of Hong Kong, busy with activity during this time of night. I could only remember one organization who ever dared to mess with immortals…the U.N.. Shit. I thought to myself, quickly hauling down a cab and climbing in.
"U.N. Building, now." I said, as the quickly took off.
The building was indeed tall and boasted flags of an array of countries outside it's entrance. I went in to find a proper looking woman with her blonde hair pinned back.
"Can I help you Miss?" She said with her light British accent.
"Yes, I need to speak with your US representative or officer, whoever is in."
"Do you have an appointment?" She asked, typing on her computer.
"No, this is on short and very urgent notice."
"Mmm, well, we have the foreign affairs officer in, you can speak with him if you wish." She said, her eyes focused on the illuminated screen in front of her.
"Sure", I said to her as she continued typing.
"Through those doors at the left, he should be in there any moment." She said, finally removing her eyes from the screen to point at the door with her long painted nails. I went through the door, marked with the name "Officer Maxwell Jacobs, American Foreign Affairs Officer". I sat down in the office, on the small white leather couch to face the large windows outside, the rain fell angrily on the streets below. The door opened.
"Hey, nice to meet you…and you are?" He said, walking in, setting his jacket on a peg on the door. He was very…American. His hair was brushed back neatly with a slight wave, light brown hair with gold streaks. His skin was a light tan, appearing to fade from too many summers outdoors.
"I am Selene, Selene Corvin. And I am looking for my husband, he went missing last night, I woke up to not find him in the room this morning." I told him, as he turned on his computer and began typing.
"Corvin? The same Corvin wanted by the FBI? Sorry ma'am, you're under arrest for international terrorism, murder in the first degree, crimes against humanity, and the possession of unlicensed arms" He said, taking out a gun from his drawer. Perfect is what I thought, as soon as he had me I could find Him and get out of this country. Two immortals could quite easily take down some humans. He placed the cuffs over my wrists behind me as we walked out he read my Miranda rights in a monotone voice. He removed my jacket and my holsters, placing the holsters and guns in a large bag. He led me to a room in the back, it was completely made of steel, a single lamp was above. He chained my cuffs to the back of a cold, hard steel chair. The air conditioning blowing against the back of my bare neck and against my wet clothes. A table and another chair was in front of me, a small camera in the right corner. Mr. Jacobs then left.
"They'll be here for you in a moment." He said, closing the door behind him. He was right.
A woman walked in, her black stilettos clicking on the steel floor, pristinely her light blonde hair was pinned away from her face, with black square glasses, crimson lips and pale ivory skin, the pinstripe skirt suit she wore bore a nametag: "Serenity Arms". She took out a file, and set it down on the table in front of us, she then sat down too.
"Let's skip the formalities, I'm Serenity Arms, you are one little bitch who crossed too far over the lines from your own kind and stumbled into our territory. And now you pay." She said, opening the files to reveal pictures of Him, of Him and Samantha, his family.
"What's going on." I asked, staring at the pictures.
"You see, dear, we've been tracking down those stupid bloods for years now." She took out a cigarette and a lighter from her pocket, lighting one and haphazardly disposing of the entire match pack on the floor. She took a puff and said, "Want to know a little secret? We killed her."
"Killed who?"
"Killed his precious little Samantha, you see, she worked for us. But no, she couldn't finish her job now could she?"
"What was that?" I asked.
"Destroy his damned blood line, that's what. And now you and I are sitting here in hell hole because of her. She was given specific instructions-"
"For what?"
"Let me finish!" She said, throwing a large book at my face. It hit and my face was bruised. "Continuing, she was to dispose of Michael by driving the car, we made sure to bug the airbag on the passenger side and insert a rod into the engine to slide up and kill him. The car was in place, they got in the car, but no. She couldn't stand to see him die." She took another puff. "Quite tragic really, a great agent too. Hmph, what a fool. Now it looks like we'll just have to kill the both of you now won't we." She said, taking up a gun and aiming at my chest.
"G'night" She said, and her crimson lips were all I saw before my head hit the ground and all became dark.
