Hotel
( Columbia)
20:34 Zulu
Vukovic's POV
Vic glared at the dealers as they shoved him and Kat into the hotel room.
" Sit down, make yourselves comfortable." Johnson said, gesturing to a couple of chairs. Kat lifted her chin in a show of defiance.
" I'll stand." Without warning, Johnson gave her a swift uppercut, sending her reeling backwards into the wicker chair. She wiped a trickle of blood from her chin, eyes blazing murder.
Vic jumped forward, to defend his partner, but he was roughly shoved into the seat beside Kat. " I told you to keep your woman in line. This is what happens when I do it for you. Even if she is not your real wife, lieutnent."
" Crawl back under the stone-age rock you slimed out from under, you bastard! Anyone who has to hit a woman half their size to feel like a-" Kat snarled, but was silenced by a sharp blade pressing into her neck.
" Say one more word and I'll bleed you dry. Ah! Don't mistake my intentions, little lady. I have no problem killing you." He warned, kissing her.
She pulled away, choking. " What do you want, Johnson? And what makes you think we're military?" Vic said, barely restraining himself from the urge to rip out the bastard's throat.
" I know. Don't play me for a fool. Now, why are you really here? Who sent you?"
Silence greeted the question. " Fine. We'll do it your way." He belted Vukovic, who slammed into the floor under Johnson's bodybuilder buddy's black combat boot.
" Stop it!" Kat cried, but was unable to assist because of the knife at her neck.
Vic coughed, his face turning red as his oxygen supply was slowly cut off.
" Goddamn you, stop it!" Kat gathered up her legs and kicked backwards with enough force to send Johnson scuttling backwards. Before he or one of his cronies could move, Kat had grabbed her concealed weapon and stabbed Vic's tormentor.
Vic jumped to his feet, the bodybuilder's gun pointed at Johnson. Cronie number 2 stepped forward, and Vic cocked the weapon at Johnson's head.
" Stand still, you idiot! Are you trying to get me killed?" He snapped, glaring daggers at Vic and Kat.
" Good help is SO hard to find these days, isn't it? Now, you'er going to sit there like a good boy while I call security to drag your sorry asses off to the worst jail they can think of." Kat picked up the phone and called the security guards.
Minutes later, security guards were dragging off the two alive suspects and the dead one.
Kat let out a breath. " Well, that came close to being our last case. Remind me never to take another mission from the CIA."
Vic stepped forward, lifting her chin. " Are you ok? That was some hit you took."
She smiled up at him. " That's nothing. I kick box and paintball in my free time. You took quite the punch yourself. Didn't think you had it in you, cowboy. You continue to impress me."
He stepped forward and grinned back. " That was the plan." he started to lean down to kiss her, but someone clearing her throat interrupted them.
Kat sprang back like she had touched hot coals, andquickly brushed off a piece of invisible lint from hwer pants.
" Am I interrupting something here?" The woman they had met earlier was leaining against the doorjamb, smirking at the pair. " ' Cause I can always come back later."
Kat regained her composure. " No. We're good." She said, and Vic frowned. What was she doing back?
Sorry so short, but next chapter will tie up all loose ends... or will it? ;) I promise it will be longer. Thanks to Frietazal fro your wonderful reviews!