John waited for hours. The guy was late. "This job sucks ass," John thought while staring at the empty house. What if he just went in and took a peek around? What if Giunish had girls down there, and John could set them free?
In a second, John was out of the buggy with his machine gun and his favorite pistol. He walked down the slopping hill carefully, always on the look out. When he arrived at the house, he made a perimeter search. There was no one in the vicinity, and all the doors were locked. But, lucky for John, there seemed to be no security system, so breaking in would not be a problem.
Taking his silencer out of his pocket, John heard a muffled cry from within the house. It stopped him in his tracks. He tried to figure out where in the house it was coming from before he just barged right in there. John attached the silencer, and then basted the lock open. It hardly made a sound as it clanged onto the ground at John's feet.
John couldn't help but smirk. This dude was an amateur. John opened the door, and looked around the dank house. It was disgusting view, and this was just from the back door. There were dirty dishes all around, old newspapers, shoes, clothes, and knives. John shuddered and then pulled out some gloves from within his pocket.
Putting them on, he heard another scream. This time louder, since the door was open. John hurriedly finished shoving the gloves on his hands and took his first step into the house.
Jane walked up to the front desk and asked, in Russian, if she could be paged through to Mr. Ligori's room. The young concierge nodded his head and blushed when Jane said thank you. As the concierge called up to room, Jane looked around some more, to learn the layout of the lobby. She saw the couple of guards glancing at her and whispering into their headphones. She wasn't surprised or worried. They weren't ratting her out; they were just talking about how hot she was. Jane could hear the Russian.
Turning back to the desk, she found the concierge's forehead wrinkled.
"Of course," he said in Russian. "She will be right up." He got off the phone, and looked at Jane. "Ma'am, someone will be escorting you to Mr. Ligori's room, if you would please wait over by that elevator." He pointed to the elevator in the corner. Jane smiled, and said yes of course and thank you.
She walked over to the correct elevator, and in a matter of seconds, each of the guards were by her side. They argued in Russian which one was to take her up there. Jane just smiled meekly, and nodded her head, when they asked her if she was indeed Kelly Navorski. They looked relieved, and then the bulkiest one of them took her by the upper arm in a soft grip, and pushed the up button on the side of the wall.
The elevator dinged, and it's doors opened. Jane and Bulky stepped into it, and the doors shut behind them. The ride was a short one, since it went straight up to the penthouse, no stops. The doors opened, and the guard told her in Russian to go to the left. He pointed too, as if she couldn't understand his rough dialect.
Jane smiled at him, while she stepped off of the elevator. The doors closed, and she was alone in the hallway. Jane walked briskly down the hallway, swinging her hips for the security cameras. When she reached the double door, another bulky Russian greeted her. She smiled at him, and she could see him melt. He opened the door for her, and she walked into the suite.
It was big and luxurious. Just like Mr. Ligori like it. Jane smiled at all the Russian's sitting around the room, their hands on the guns. Some were playing poker, other's where watching TV, and two others were guarding a door. The door was to the master bedroom. This was where Jane was going.