Jane hesitated in her thought. If she put down her gun, Shnigovlf could very well kill her, and if she didn't even she, the famous Jane Smith would have a hard time getting out of there without the confinements of a body bag.
She decided to make a bargain. "Let me go, and I'll fly home in the morning, like non of this happened. You can take Ligori for your own firm…but I want to leave, now."
Shnigovlf smirked, and then looked around for his second in command. "Возьмите госпожу Смита снаружи, и поместите ее в такси. Удостоверьтесь, что она добирается до ее гостиницы, и утром удостоверяться, находится на том проклятом плане, или Вы будете свободные больше чем ваша работа." He said while pointing to one of the thirteen men (Jane had counted…it was her job to stay in the loop.) "Take Mrs. Smith outside, and put her in a cab. Make sure she gets to her hotel, and in the morning make sure is on that damned plan…or you will loose more than your job."
Jane got her coat and unloaded her gun so that Shnigovlf could feel secure. Jane thanked him while walking out of the door flanked by two men, who were not much taller than she was in her stilettos.
"Прощайте," she said while shooting a look at Mr. Ligori, who was whimpering at the sight of all the guns with laser aim pointing at him. He looked at Jane and confusion filled his face.
Jane didn't wait for Ligori to say anything; she just walked out of the room, with the two men behind her.
John had gotten the girls out of the basement and into the first level of the house, when he heard a car pull up into the driveway.
Jane stopped and a pure look of terror filled her eyes. John knew that it was Guinish.
"Okay," he whispered to the three girls. "I'm going to get you out of the house, and then I'm going to deal with Guinish, and I will see you in less than a minute, outside. All right?"
Kelly and Heather nodded, but Jane just stood there her eyes fixed upon the front door. John herded them towards the door he had come in, and found them a good hiding spot behind the house. Then after silently shutting the door to the basement and the girls outside, John crept to the front door.
He hid from the door by the wall, and he saw Guinish come into the house. John's first impression was that this guy was half monkey. He was extremely hairy, but tall and bulky. He could easily force little girls to bed with him. It was disgusting to just think about it…uh.
Before John knew what was happening, Guinish tuned around and spotted John.
"Hello," John said and then pulled the trigger with a smirk on his face. The bullet hit Guinish right in the esophagus. He fell to his knees and gasped, trying to breath, but the air couldn't get into his lungs. The hole in Guinish's throat just hissed when he tried to breath; John found it especially easy to remain unmoved. This guy had raped, tortured, and God knows what else to those three girls, and dozens more…in John's mind, that deserved a horrible death. Terror filled Guinish's eyes, and John just looked down at him, his own eyes cold.