Chapter 4: Boris

I do not own Gunsmith Cats, Kenichi Sonada does, but I do own the characters I have created.

"Damn. I feel like shit." Rally said in a groggy tone.

She sat up from bed, it was early morning the next day. Her head still throbbed from Adam hitting her on the back of her head. A knock was heard from her door.

"Hey, Rally? You up yet?" May asked.

"Yeah, come in."

May opened the door and had a phone in her hands, "Roy is on the phone. He wants to talk to you."

Rally whined then grabbed the phone, "Hey, Roy. What's up?"

"I heard what happened. Are you ok?" Roy asked in a concerned tone.

"I'm fine, but my head hurts a little." Rally said telling him a half truth.

"I told you, they are dangerous. You and Misty should be thankful he didn't kill you two." Roy said, sounding like a father scolding his child.

"I don't think he would have killed us. He had quite a few chances to do so and he didn't, he purposely avoided killing me and Misty, he didn't even shoot at us, except when he shot out my tires, the little shit." Rally said saying the last three words in a irritated voice.

"I still want you to be more careful, do you understand?" Roy asked.

"Come on, Roy. You know me." Rally said with a nervous chuckle.

"Yeah, I do. That's why I want you to be more careful." Roy said, some voices could be heard in the background.

"Where are you? At the station?" Rally asked.

"No. I am at a nasty crime scene. Apparently a member of the Russian mob was murdered last night, and quite brutally. We found his body in his basement, his bodyguard was also found dead." Roy said.

"The Russian mob? Who was it?" Rally asked.

"A guy named Boris Zaitsev. His legs and hands were shot full of nails, looks like someone was torturing him. Why do you ask?"

"I heard from a source that the Russian mob was after the Taylor brothers." Rally said.

"I don't think they did this. This has Italian mob torture written all over it. The Russians and the Italians have been pissed off at each other for quite some time. They even finished him off with a bullet to his brain. But again you could be right, because the Italians don't like to leave loose ends. Whoever killed him didn't kill Boris's girlfriend. We found her handcuffed to his bedpost. If it was the Italians, they would have killed her too." Roy explained.

"Really? Is that how you found out about the murders?" Rally asked.

There was a pause on the phone, "Actually, no," Roy sighed, "Apparently, Boris also liked to have sex with young girls. A ten year old girl named Naomi Parsons, came into the police station last night. Her clothes were torn, here panties were covered in blood," Roy paused gathering his composure, " Herself and her family went missing about two weeks ago. She told us that Boris had killed her parents and she didn't know where their bodies were. Boris kept her locked up and every once and a while he would rape her, according to what she said."

Rally felt sick at hearing this.

"Anyways, she happened to escape the night of his murder. Once she identified the man who did this to her we issued a warrant for his arrest and went to his house and found his body." Roy explained.

Rally could tell that talking about the girl was upsetting him, "Did his girlfriend see the guys who did it?" Rally finally asked.

"Sort of. She said there were two men wearing all black and wearing ski masks. They had silenced handguns, one of them handcuffed her to the bed post and then they took Boris out of the room and that's all she saw." Roy said.

"Two guys? Come on, Roy. The Russians are after the two brothers and now they finally strike back." Rally said excited.

"Rally, if it was them, we have no proof whatsoever. They didn't leave a trace of themselves except for hollow point rounds in the guard and Boris's body. So, the only way we could prove it was them is if they came forward and admitted it. Either way, we can't prove shit, Rally. Right now all we have against them is what I have already told you." Roy explained.

Rally sighed, "Ok, I hear ya, Roy."

"Good, now, I want you to be more careful. If you go after them, you may get mixed up with the Russian mob which you don't want to get mixed up in. I have to go, so I will talk to you later, ok?"

"Fine, I'll be careful, Roy." Rally pouted, then hung up.

Rally then smiled, she never was good at listening.

Adam and Russell were at their hide out. They were waiting for Frank to bring home lunch.

"So, you don't think that girl will tell on us do you?" Russell asked.

"No way. She was glad that we killed Boris. And besides she promised us that she wouldn't tell. I think we can trust her. Besides, what do you think we should have done with her? Kill her? You know the fuckin' rules, Russell. How many times do we have to bring this shit up?" Adam said irritated.

"I know the god damn rules. I didn't mean kill her, I meant take her with us, y'know take care of her. They are just going to put her in some shitty foster care." Russell explained.

"I know, I know. We couldn't have taken her with us. She could get hurt or killed. She has gone through enough shit from that stupid Russian fucker. I would never forgive myself if she got killed because of me. We can visit her, maybe, some day." Adam said.

(Flashback to last night.)

"I have to hand it to you, Adam. You are one of the very few people who have escaped from Rally Vincent's clutches." Russell said with a chuckle as he placed a clip into his 9mm Beretta.

"Yeah. My fucking hands still sting a little." Adam said as he twisted a silencer onto the barrel of his SOCOM .45.

"I bet they do. How's your leg?" Russell asked.

"It's ok. The burn hurts more then the damn gunshot wound." Adam replied.

Russell sighed, " So, you ready to do this?"

"Ready as I'll ever be. Don't forget to put on your gloves. We don't want to leave finger prints." Adam warned.

Russell nodded. He put his gloves on then grabbed a ski mask and put it over his head. Adam did the same. Russell began to scratch at his face a little.

"Damn it, Adam. I told you not to get a wool mask, I hate fuckin' wool." Russell complained.

"It was all they had, plus they were cheap." Adam said.

"But it itches." Russell whined.

"For fuck sake, Russ. We are about to go kill a Russian mob member and you are whining about the damn mask." Adam said getting irritated.

The two finally got out of their car and ran through the backyard of a rather nice house. They snuck up to the back door. Adam tried the doorknob. It was locked. Adam motioned to Russell and he walked over and began to pick the lock. Once the door was finally opened, the two walked in. The inside of the house was impressive. The living room had a giant High Definition TV and surround sound speakers. There were fancy paintings hanging on the wall, and the carpet was a beautiful cream white.

The two began to walk upstairs cautiously when they began to hear footsteps. They both drew their guns and waited. No one walked by. They quietly walked up the rest of the stairs and looked both ways down the hallway. It was empty. Some noise could be heard in a bedroom down the hall. Suddenly, a toilet flushed and a bodyguard walked out of a bathroom and spotted the two. Before he could react, Adam fired two silenced rounds into the guards chest, spraying blood on the wall and bathroom door. He collapsed to the ground in a thud. Whoever was in the bedroom didn't hear anything. There was quite a bit of noise coming from inside it. The two walked over and examined the guard, he was still breathing, but only slightly. Adam aimed his .45 at the guards head and put a bullet right in his forehead, killing him.

The two then crept to the bedroom door and listened. They could hear rustling and a moan was heard from a woman. Russell looked at Adam then they nodded and broke down the door.

"Ahhhhh!" a female voice screamed.

"What the fuck?" a man shouted in a Russian accent.

Adam and Russell found themselves pointing their guns at a naked Boris and a naked woman.

"What the fuck is going on?" Boris demanded to know.

"Shut up!" Russell yelled.

The woman's face began to show fear at the sight of the masked men pointing guns at her and Boris.

"Put your clothes on, both you!" Adam shouted.

The two did as they were told. The woman quickly put her bra and panties on. Boris nervously put his underwear and clothes on. When they were finally dressed, Russell grabbed the woman and handcuffed her to the bedpost then gagged her with a piece of Boris's clothing. Tears were running down her face.

"Don't worry, miss. We aren't going to hurt you. We are just here for him." Russell said in a calm, soothing tone.

"Do you have a basement?" Adam asked Boris.

"Fuck you!" He shouted.

Adam then hit him in the face with handle of his .45. Boris fell to the ground holding his noise. Blood began to pour from it.

"Do you have a basement?" Adam asked again, his voice calm.

"Yes." Boris said holding his noise in pain.

"Show me." Adam said as he grabbed Boris and put his gun up against the back of his head. "Now, if my gun leaves the back your head I will shoot you. Do you understand?"

Boris nodded slightly, then Adam walked him out of the bedroom and down the hall. Boris's eyes traveled to his dead bodyguard. The white carpet was soaked in blood. They walked downstairs and Boris lead Adam to the basement. When the two reached the bottom Russell came in shortly. Adam looked around the basement noticed all the tools on the wall. Adam smiled, and thought to himself, "I might be using those later."

"Hold him here. I'm gonna get the supplies." Adam said to Russell.

Adam ran out to their car and grabbed some rope. He grabbed a wooden chair from the kitchen and brought them down to the basement.

"Sit down." Russell ordered.

Boris did as he was told. Adam then tied Boris to the chair and went to close the basement door. Then the two took off their masks. Boris's eyes had a look of confusion on them.

"What the hell is going on!" Boris shouted.

"Do you know who we are, Boris?" Adam asked.

"No."

"Really? Well, we know you and we know your boss." Adam said.

"Who the fuck are you?" Boris asked in an angry tone.

Adam gave Boris a wicked smile, "I'm the Anti-Christ. When you get to Hell, you tell Satan and his demons that you have never seen death so singularly personified as you did in the face of the man who killed you, which will be me. You, your boss and your buddies have got me in a very unhappy mood. My brother and I are just trying to get by in the underground world, when you stupid fucking Russians butt in our business when we haven't even bothered you. I am Adam Taylor and this is my brother Russell. I assume you have heard of us before, am I correct?"

Boris nodded his head, " You fucking pieces of shit! Checkov is going to kill you for this. He will have every one of his men out to kill you."

"Good. Your boss has angered the sleeping giant and the two of us are going wipe out your entire mob." Adam grinned. "But right now, I want to know some answers. I shall start off with this, has Checkov hired a hitman to have us killed? If so, who is he?"

"Fuck you!" Boris shouted then spit in Adams face.

Adam calmly wiped the spit off his face then stood up and walked up to Boris.

"You see this?" Adam said as he showed Boris his clenched fist then punched him in his broken noise, Boris yelped and began to shout in Russian, "That smarts, doesn't it? Getting hit in the noise. It fucks you all up. You get pain shooting through head, your eyes fill up with water. It isn't fun, but I promise you, if you don't answer me I will put you in so much pain that Hell will seem like a pleasure cruise you mother fucker." Adam threatened.

"Go ahead. See if I care. I have been through much worse then anything you could put me through you fucking cock sucker!" Boris yelled as he spat blood on Adams clothes.

"Very well, I warned you." Adam calmly said as he began to look through the tools that were hanging on the wall. Russell just stayed put. Adam always found ways to make his people break.

"Oooooo. This looks like fun." Adam said as he pulled a nail gun off the wall.

He plugged the nail gun in and turned on the pump to get it started then walked over to where Boris was tied up.

"Now, I'm going to ask you again. Did Checkov hire a hit man to kill us and if so who is he?" Adam asked.

"Go to hell." Boris shouted.

Adam shook his head, "You brought this upon yourself." Adam said as he brought the tip of the nail gun barrel to Boris's left foot and shot a nail straight through the center of his foot. Boris began to scream in pain.

"You wanna talk now?" Adam asked.

"I can't!" Boris yelled.

"You can't? Well that's to bad." Adam said as he shot another nail in his right foot.

Boris screamed some more. Russell yawned, " Hurry this up. We don't have all night."

"You gonna talk now, Boris?" Adam asked.

Boris just shook his head. Adam then brought the nail gun up to Boris's knee and shot a nail through his kneecap. Boris's sceam went really high pitched.

"It's looking pretty bad, Boris. If you don't tell me, I'm gonna shoot you full of nails then pry them out." Adam threatened.

"He'll kill me!" Boris cried.

"You don't have to worry about that. I'm gonna kill you after we're done." Adam stated then shot another nail into Boris's upper leg. Adam then grabbed his hand and shot a nail straight into his palm. Boris screamed till his voice was hoarse. Adam grabbed Boris's other hand and shot a nail through one his knuckles. After Adam shot a nail in Boris's hip he finally gave in.

"Alright!" he screamed.

"Alright what, Boris? You gonna finally fess up?" Adam asked.

"Y-yes." he whimpered.

"Who did he hire?"

"S-some guy called the G-Ghost. He paid him already and he is out looking for you as we speak." Boris whined.

"The Ghost? Checkov is that desperate, huh? Well, Boris, that wasn't so hard now was it? If you would have said that at first then you wouldn't have had to suffer." Adam said as he pulled out his .45 and aimed it at Boris's head, " Well, Boris, it's off to the next life for you. I can guarantee you, you won't be lonely down there." Adam said as he fired a round into Boris's skull, then fired two more into his heart.

"Finally, I was getting bored." Russell said.

"Stupid asshole. I thought he'd never talk. Come on, lets get out of here." Adam said.

As they began to walk out they heard a noise coming from one of the rooms downstairs. It was the sound of a doorknob turning mixed with soft crying. The two cautiously opened the door and aimed their guns at a young girl crying. She was dressed in only a shirt and panties. Her shirt was tattered and torn. Her face was slightly bruised and she had small cuts on her arms and legs. Her panties were soaked in blood. Adam and Russell quickly lowered their guns and holstered them. Adam looked as if he was going to cry, Russell was in shock at the sight of her.

"P-p-please don't k-kill me. I- I just want to go h-home." she whimpered.

Adam walked up to her then knelt down to her, "Who did this to you?"

"That m-mean man." She cried.

"Do you know where your parents are?" Adam asked, in a calm soothing tone.

She didn't say anything, she just cried and hugged Adam. He hugged her and held back his tears.

"Shhhhh. It's ok. He's not going to hurt you anymore." Adam said, trying to comfort her.

Russell just stood there, not sure of what to do, until Adam finally stood up and said, "We have to take her with us or at least drop her off at a police station."

"Adam, are you fucking nuts? They will catch us! On top of what they already have charged against us they will add the murder of a man to the list!" Russell shouted.

"Two men, actually." Adam butted in.

Russell rolled his eyes, "What fucking difference does it make? Even if we don't get caught the girl has seen our faces, she can tell on us."

"What do you want to do, Russell? Kill her?" Adam angrily said.

"No."

"Then what, huh? Mr. Fucking-Genius, what do you propose we do?" Adam asked.

Russell was at a loss for words, he didn't know what to do. Adam then came up with an idea. He knelt down next to the girl and asked, "What's your name, sweety?"

"N-Naomi." she said.

"Ok, Naomi, you have to make us a promise you can't tell the police that the two of us were here, understand? If you do we might get in trouble because we killed the man who was being mean to you and hurt you. We will take you to the police station, but you tell the police that you escaped from the mean man, and that you walked from here to the police station. The nearest one is only six blocks away, I think, so they will believe that you walked, ok? Do you promise?" Adam asked.

Naomi nodded and said, "I pinky promise," as she held out her pinky. Adam took his gloved pinky and did the pinky promise.

Russell started the car, and Adam had Naomi sit on his lap and the two dropped her off at two hundred feet away from the police station. She made it into the entrance safely, then the two drove off.

End of chapter 4

Sorry this chapter is shorter then the others. I am still thinking on what to write in the next chapter. I hope you all like this one. Review please!