CHAPTER 36
One of Khalid's best friends, a thug named Adam El Nagar, walked into the locker room in the basement of the club. He had been in the hot tub with Khalid and the girls and had just taken a shower in the locker room. He was now wearing a bathrobe and was styling his hair, about to head up to the club on the floor above. Suddenly, he felt his head smashed against the mirror in front of him. He groaned in pain, shards of glass piercing his forehead, and he stumbled backwards and spun around. He saw Finn staring back at him, a livid expression on his face.
"Where is Khalid?" Finn growled.
"Fuck you, mother fucker." Adam spluttered, coughing up blood. He tried to take a swing at Finn but Finn dodged the punch with ease and kicked Adam between the legs. Adam groaned in pain and Finn grabbed him into a tight choke lock.
"Where. Is. Khalid." Finn spat again, choking the man tighter and tighter. Soon, Adam was struggling to breath.
"Bathhouse! Upstairs!" He choked out. Finn nodded and snapped the man's neck against the sink, killing him instantly. He then took the man's phone and left the locker room, heading up to the hot tubs in the basement.
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"NO WAY! Are you crazy, Mr. Schue?!" Mercedes cried.
"I thought you all would take this news a little better. I'm a star. You can learn from me." Jessie said, cockily.
"We were already fighting for second leads. And now that you've shown up, I've lost all hope at ever getting a solo." Kurt exclaimed.
"Yeah, that's right. And y'all just trot me out at the end of every number so I can wail on the last note. How is that okay?" Mercedes shouted.
"He's a spy, Mr. Shue. I would know. I'm like the biggest snake here." Santana explained. She had, yet again, shoved down her sadness about Finn and put on her bitchy expression. The only two people in the world who could successfully break the wall down were Brittany and Finn.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, guys. I saw all the paperwork, I spoke with his parents…" Mr. Schue said.
"They winter in Bali. It's a very expensive phone call." Jessie purred. Everyone other than Rachel rolled their eyes at the stuck-up 18 year old.
"Jessie just moved in with his uncle, which is in our school district. It's all above board, guys. He goes to this school now." Mr. Schue said.
"But this isn't fair." Artie muttered.
"Guys! Everyone who's ever auditioned for this group has gotten in. That's how we do things here. Okay, to suddenly change the rules now, that would be unfair." Mr. Schue exclaimed, appalled of his students. Brittany suddenly raised her hand.
"What's up, Brittany?" Mr. Schue asked.
"Mr. Shue, is he your son?" Brittany asked. Everyone looked at her as if she was from Mars.
"I don't understand. Why are you doing this?" Rachel asked Jessie. Jessie cupped her face in his hands.
"Because when you love something, you got to go for it. You would never be with me completely if I were on the opposing team. And I care about you more than winning another national title. So I left Vocal Adrenaline. For you."
"All right, guys, we have got a lot of work to do. Jessie, great to have you here. Welcome aboard!"
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Finn stepped up to the basement floor and he immediately saw a group of people in a hot tub. He identified Khalid immediately. Blending into the shadows, Finn prowled towards him, unseen…
Meanwhile, a block away, four men were sitting in a steak out van, CCTV live footage of the club displayed on their various screens.
"Any sign of Finn Hudson?" One of them asked.
"No, nothing." The man studying the footage replied.
"Level 2, give me your status."
Level two couldn't answer right then. All of them were a little… dead. Finn had wiped out every single one of them, silently, with his knife. More and more hitmen kept coming and Finn kept taking them out. Suddenly, the man with the footage shot to his feet.
"He's here!" HE exclaimed. The group of men in the van leapt to their feet and sprinted towards the building.
Inside the club, Finn took out man after man and eventually, Khalid heard gunshots. He spun around to see Finn stalking towards him. However, before he could make it to Khalid, another group of hitmen showed up and Finn was forced to take them out, delaying him and giving Khalid time to escape. Finn chased after him and followed Khalid onto the main dance floor of the club. As the man frantically tried to hide and run away, Finn stalked him like a lion stalking a gazelle - slowly but with pure wrath in his eyes. Eventually, Khalid made it to his bodyguards, and when he pointed Finn out to them, they approached him quickly. Finn walked through all of them - a bullet to the head was all it took.
"Hudson's HERE! He's in the BUILDING!" One of the men shouted into his ear piece before Finn buried a bullet in his head. The two men ran out to the entrance lobby of the club, where several more men were waiting. Some of them grabbed Khalid and helped him escape while others came after Finn themselves. Of course, Finn killed every single one of them without batting an eye. He must have killed nearly thirty people at this point but he couldn't stop to throw up over that fact. There were plenty more guards who he had to kill to make it to Khalid. Guard after Guard after Guard after Guard. They all came after him but couldn't get near him without a bullet flying into their temples. Finn spotted Khalid running up to the balcony and Finn followed him. There, he was shot twice in the chest. He would've been dead, he should've been dead, if it wasn't for his bullet proof vest. Finn ploughed through a couple more people before realising that Khalid had snuck back down to the entrance. Finn growled and sprinted back down himself, only to see Khalid diving into a car and speeding away. Finn punched a wall in frustration. He had failed. But by God, it wasn't over yet. Finn picked up the phone that he had stolen from Khalid's best friend at the very beginning of the night and he called Khalid's saved number. Khalid answered moments later.
"Adam, where the hell are you?!" Khalid shouted into the phone.
"Adam's dead. And I'm coming for you, bitch." Finn spat before tossing the phone in the bin and walking away.
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"FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT!" Sue shouted. The Cheerios were rehearsing practically every day, but now they had two new members. Mr. Schue walked into the gym during one of their many rehearsals and his jaw dropped. There, in Cheerios uniforms, were Kurt and Mercedes singing a Madonna number with the rest of the Cheerios. Will stormed over to Sue, who was holding her bullhorn and was standing at the front of the room.
"Sue, what the hell is going on here?" He shouted. She turned to him and smirked.
"Oh, what's the matter, buddy? Did you miss the show? You probably had to run to the powder room. Let me fill you in. Future center square Kurt Hummel there and his brassy hag Mercedes just tore that Madonna song a new one."
"Wait, you two are Cheerios now?" Mr. Schue asked, turning to his students. It was Sue who answered.
"Yeah, I've decided to add vocals to my already wildly overproduced Cheerios numbers. It'll give us the edge at Nationals."
Mr. Schue turned to his students once again. He was annoyed.
"You guys could've at least given me the heads-up." He told them. Mercedes chuckled mirthlessly.
"You mean, the same way you gave us a heads-up before not giving us a solo almost every week?" She remarked.
"Mr. Shue, Mercedes and I talked it over, and we love being in Glee, but being in the Cheerios will give us more opportunities to shine. So we're doing both." Kurt said.
Sue smirked cockily at Will.
"Ah, chipper up, Tiger. You know, I was down at the pharmacy today, and they're having a monster sale on Dep. Dep is a hair gel. And once again, I am making fun of your incredibly stupid hairdo."
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Later that night, Finn limped into the lobby of the Continental hotel, where the asset was stationed. Finn's clothes were covered in blood and he had a large gash on his stomach. He walked over to the asset at the front desk. Thankfully, there was nobody in the lobby to witness the sight of him, covered in blood.
"Good evening, Mr. Hudson." The man said.
"Good evening." Finn said.
"How may I be of service?"
"Is there a doctor in?" Finn asked.
"Yes, sir. 24/7."
"Send him up, please." Finn demanded. He then looked down at his blood-covered clothing. 90% of the blood on his suit was not his own, and that made it even more disgusting. "How's the hotel laundry?" He asked. The man chuckled.
"I'm sorry to say that no one is that good."
"Right. Thought not." Finn replied and he started to walk away.
"Maybe I suggest a drink, sir. Bourbon perhaps."
Finn nodded.
Half an hour later, Finn sipped his drink as a man stitched up the wound on his stomach.
"So what sort of movement am I looking at?" Finn asked.
"Well, if you're looking to heal, keep it marginal." The doctor snapped. "However, if you still have business to attend to, take two of these beforehand."
The doctor handed Finn a vial of pills. Finn nodded and stashed them in his coat.
"Your stitches will tear and you'll bleed… but you'll have full function." The doctor admitted. "Do you need anything for the pain?"
"No, I've got that covered." Finn responded, holding his bourbon aloft. Soon after, the doctor left and Finn walked over to his bed to go to sleep. It was extremely uncomfortable as he had a healing wound on his stomach and a sling around his arm but eventually, exhaustion overcame him.
Meanwhile, across the road, Jack Daniels stood on the roof of a building that looked right into the Continental next door. Jack opened his briefcase, revealing pieces of a sniper rifle, and he quickly assembled it. Even back in the army, he was a sniper. It was his specialty. Scoping into the weapon, Jack honed in on Finn's room, and he saw a fast-asleep Finn. However, he also saw the assassin standing over him, gun aloft. It was a completely unexpected sight. Nobody, NOBODY was allowed to commit murder in the Continental! That was the rule! At that moment, Jack took a single shot. He didn't hit Finn or the assassin though. He knew that after all the times Finn had saved his life, he couldn't end Finn's. But he also knew that he couldn't shoot the assassin without being hunted down by the underworld and killed for betraying them. So he went for the next best thing: a warning shot that buried itself in the headboard of Finn's bed. Finn's eyes immediately snapped open and he rolled off the side of his bed to take cover. That's when he noticed the assassin standing by the doorway. It was the Persian assassin, Ms. Perkins! She lifted her gun and shot at him. Finn dived out of the way for cover.
"Hey Finn!" She called. "I thought I'd let myself in."
"I noticed." Finn spat, ripping off his useless sling and using it to wrap around Perkins' shooting hand, bringing it to his knee and forcing the female assassin to drop the gun. He then wrapped the sling around her neck and started pulling on either end. "I didn't realise that you took jobs for less than three mill." Finn remarked as he pulled the two ends of the sling further and further, constricting Perkins' breathing.
"I don't. I was offered 4 to break hotel rules." Perkins replied.
"That's unwise. I assure you." Finn growled. He judo flipped Perkins over but she leapt to her feet, kicking Finn backwards and sending him flying back.
"You were always a pussy." She spat. The two lunged at each other once again and suddenly, the phone rang. They ignored it, obviously, and they grappled for a while longer before Finn managed to throw Perkins through the glass doors of his bathroom. He then picked up his phone.
"Hello?"
"I apologise for calling you at this hour." The front desk man's voice greeted him. "But we have received a number of grievances from your floor concerning the noise."
Finn gritted his teeth.
"Sorry. I was dealing with an… 'uninvited guest.'"
The front desk clerk understood immediately what had happened.
"I see." He said. "Will you be needing anything… a 'dinner reservation' perhaps?"
"Perhaps. I'll have to get back to you." Finn replied before hanging up the phone and walked to Perkins, who was just waking up. He grabbed her into a headlock and put a gun to her head.
"Where's Khalid?" He demanded.
"Fuck you." She snapped in reply. Finn jabbed the gun harder against her skull.
"Where's Amir?"
"I'm not telling you shit." She answered.
"Do you really want to die here, Perkins?" He growled threateningly. "Now give me something."
"There's a mosque near Cannon Court." She cried.
"What about it?" Finn asked.
"It's a front. That's where Asif keeps his private stash."
"Thank you." Finn replied. Now normally, he would have killed her but unlike her, he abided by the Continental's rules to not kill anyone so he merely knocked her out. Suddenly, a voice came from behind Finn.
"Do I know you?" A voice said. Finn turned around to see someone he had also come across last time he was here.
"I think so." Finn replied.
"Hey, Finn." The man said.
"Hey, Harry." Finn replied.
"Everything all right?" He asked.
"Yeah, everything's fine." Finn replied. "Hey, Harry? You keen on earning some dough? Keep her until Winston shows?"
Harry nodded
"You got it."