Hey there people...The third chapter...

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Chapter 3

...Two men, he counted mentally, trying to keep track of what was happening. Someone pushes a needle up his left arm. He felt the warm liquid from the syringe, making its way into his body, spreading ever so slowly. Drowsy. Sleep overcame all his senses, have to stay awake, and forcefully pulled him down into a deep slumber.

Two days ago -

"Time set, sir"

"Good"

A tall man seated in the chair at the very end of the long table was listening carefully as the five men that sat along its length argued and spoke, trying to set his flawless plan into motion. They were shouting orders at a bunch of black suited men standing in the doorway in front of them.

"They leave for Japan in two days time. The job should be done before that."

"It will be, sir", the man standing in front of the group of men said. "I have already set one half of my team to keep track of what the boy is doing. We are not missing anything here and the target is completely unaware. He does..."

The tall man shifted and everyone fell silent. For the first time all through the 3 hour long discussion, he spoke. "Kai" he said slowly getting up, "is not unaware." He walked towards the group of men, hands behind his back, "He, in fact is very aware. Aware, that something is happening." Suddenly, he pulled his hands from behind his back and straightened the man's coat collar, smiling. "Now," he lightly patted the man once on his shoulders. "I want you to let him know that I know, he knows."

"B-but, sir that would change our plan drastically," a man from the table said in a almost inaudible timid voice.

"Yes , I am sure that it will. But this is my game and I would like, very much, to play it as I wish to," he glared at the fat man seated in the middle of the five. Then shifted his gaze back to the man standing in front of him, tiny droplets of sweat now visible on his forehead " ...and my move is, to let Kai know that he made a wrong move when he became aware of your spies." With that he lifted his hands off the man's shoulders and walked back to his seat a the end of the table. "Please... continue..."

Present date – 1:45 a.m.

They had been waiting for over five hours now, for any sign of movement, by their allotted target. Two people in front of the 'Grand Moscow Marriott', one man a little further away on the left side of the massive building, another disguised as a florist on the back gate. They had the entire exterior covered. Even inside several waiters had been paid a handsome price to keep a strict record of the boy with slate hair and blue tattoos.

"...is still inside the room," one of the, now rich, waiters informed.

"okay keep us updated." The man ordered him from inside the navy blue car parked just a little ahead of the hotel's main entrance. Then cut the call.

"This is not going anywhere..." a defeated sigh left him. "the boy just does not believe in moving much, does he?" he looked at his partner behind the wheel.

"Actually I have heard different, Gera ... some fear he is a machine, training all the time..." Vlad said, stretching a little in his seat.

"Well, it sure looks like he has forgotten training today." Gera was annoyed at the sluggish movement of events of the past hours. "... and we don't know why we are following him. I told you we should have rejected this mission, the man who hired us sounded like a freakin' machine himself." Suddenly, both their cell phone lit up and vibrated. A message; 'Target on the move, entered elevator at 1:50 a.m.' Buzz. Another message. 'Target moving towards the main exit of Hotel.' Both of them turned to look, at the same time. Finally something was happening.

Everything started moving at lightning speed from than point on. Plan one was set in motion.

Gera made a call, "Follow him. We don't want to miss anything." The two saw the man they were speaking to, move quickly across the street and vanish behind the tree, the red light of his handy-cam trailing alongside him. Just then a teenager made an exit from the main entrance of 'Grand Moscow Marriott'. Hands in the pockets of his black jacket, he seemed to be quite disinterested in his surroundings, as he walked without even looking up to see where he was going.

1:50 a.m.

A waiter stood in the kitchen. Mixing vodka and coke in a large container, then poured the fizzy liquid into the empty coke bottles and carried them out.

He stood outside the room blaring music. Knocked. No answer. Again. No answer. Waited then pounded his fist on the door. It opened and a gush of sound waves hit him squarely in the face, and he almost staggered backwards.

The young boy standing inside snatched the bottles out of the waiter's hand and slammed the door in his face. That was easy.

The pace of his walking was slow, calm. The man hiding behind the tree was capturing everything. Suddenly he turned left. The man quickly switched off the record button and ran as quietly as he could to look for another spot. Found. Perfect. He looked up. What? The boy was not there anymore. Shit! He must know shortcuts. The man dashed out from his newly found hiding spot and ran towards the very first small lane that moved out of the main road. No sign of him. The next lane. No. But he could not have gone far, he was walking at a snail's speed. The man frantically ran in and out of lanes for almost 10 minutes before he finally spotted the teen near a small park, still walking at the same speed.

1:55 a.m.

The night was silent. Two men got out of the blue car parked in front of the Grand Moscow Marriott, casually making their way towards the entrance. The lobby was ablaze with yellow lights. The receptionist was still behind her desk, filling out some information in one of the hotel log books. She looked up, saw the men and greeted them with a small nod.

"Hello, welcome to the 'Grand Moscow Marriott', may I assist you in any way?"

"Oh, Yes please. We would like to book a room."

"Certainly" she moved towards the computer on the desk, "name please..."

"Gera, uh.. Bobrov", they needed to tell the truth.

"Identification?" Gera showed his passport. The receptionist nodded, jotted down his passport number and handed him the smart card for the room.

"The room is on the eighteenth floor. If you could just wait, I will send someone to assist you."

"Oh, no that would not be necessary, ma'am."

"Ok, eighteenth floor left side of the hallway. Hope you have a good night." She smiled and got back to the log book.

The two men got into the elevator, pressed a button. The glass doors of the elevator opened. The men stepped onto the fifteenth floor of the hotel and were greeted with a blast of loud music. Even better, now their presence in room 1506 would definitely go unnoticed. At that moment a waiter passed them and handed them the duplicate card to unlock the room.

The man ran at top speed to catch up with the boy walking in slow motion. I've gotcha now ya l'il bastard...! he said to himself, slowing down a little to keep a safe distance from his target. His breath was coming in large gasps from all the running. He pressed record once again and moved near the gate of the park. The boy lay on one of the benches under a large tree. The man moved from behind the trees that circled the park. Stopped when he got close enough.

He waited in the position for along time then moved a little ahead to get a better shot of the subject. CRACK. Shit, his foot had fallen on a twig. Carefully he lifted his foot. CRUNCH. Fuck! Now it had gone and fallen on an particularly dry leaf. He looked up. The boy seemed to have not noticed. Deciding not to move, he started filming his target once again from the spot. Then suddenly, the boy got to his feet and started moving out of the park. At the same, snail speed. The man followed him, this time making sure that he does not lose the target.

The two men swiped the card down the slot next to the door. The door clicked open to let them enter. They waited in the dark room for their victim's return.

The man followed the boy as he jumped over building walls, and walked through tiny lanes. Gosh! He did know shortcuts! Within almost no time he had trailed the boy back to the hotel and saw him enter the lobby. He waited for him to walk a little further in. Then moved towards the entrance.

3:20 a.m.

He saw him stop and steal a glance at the clock on the receptionist's desk. He moved from the left side of the door to the right. The boy ran his hand through his hair and walked towards the elevator.

He typed in a message on his cell phone – 'target approaching room. Unarmed.' The long wait for the two predators in the room had finally come to an end.

3:05 a.m.

The same waiter entered the party room and turned off the music. The vodka has done its job. Got out then casually walked out and disappeared around the turn at the end of the long hall way.

3:30 a.m.

Almost ten minutes later, they heard a pair of silent feet approach. The door clicked. Gera moved silently to stand directly in front of the door where the light switches were. He heard the boy feel the wall for the switches. Click. SLASH, Gera had struck even before the lights had switched on. In the sudden brightness he saw his victim clutch his chest and fall to the floor. Blood pouring uncontrollably out of the wound. Gera had been well warned against this particular boy, so just to be slightly more careful that the boy does not strike back. SLASH. He inflicted another long cut across the back of the already hurt teen. He saw him fall further down to the ground, his face almost kissing the pool of red blood around him. Gera roughly lifted the helpless boy by the collar of his jacket. Dragged him and threw him onto the bed in the middle of the room. Vlad, fished out a syringe filled with clear liquid from his coat pocket and injected the entire doze into the boy's body. Kai's eyes fell shut.

"what the hell were you thinking? That is a deep cut. He has lost a lot of blood." Vlad was furious.

"I KNOW." Gera was thinking fast as he punched a number into the cell phone. Ringing, "Get over here. And get a medical kit."

Two minutes later two uniformed hotel personnel entered the room.

Shocked at the bloody mess in the room.

Vlad snatched the medical kit from them, "Get the room looking spick n' span. Burn all the evidence. I don't care how you do it. DO IT"

The two snapped out of their shocked state and got to work. One of them ran out to get the cleaning material. And the other to the bathroom, to get a bucket full of hot water.

"Fix the front first." He handed the medical box to Gera who had now ripped open Kai's T-shirt, to get better access to the cuts.

Kai flinched slightly when the needle pierced through the skin near his wound. "I don't think the doze was enough" They continued stitching the wounds. Kai flinching, every time the needle pushed through his wound. Gera pulled out a sealed envelope from his coat and stitched a corner if it to Kai's body with the last stitch.

Once they were done the lifted his limp form and placed him roughly on the couch in the room. Then supervised the two cleaners. In no time the room was cleaned. All the blood stained material safely put away in the furnace of the hotel. The mattress on the bed which was the main problem had just been over turned for now, the two men would take care of it later. A fresh sheet was laid onto the bed. They placed the boy on the bed and covered him up to his neck with another thick sheet.

The time on the wall clock in the room was 4:36 a.m.

Before they left the room, Gera placed bandage roll some cotton and a bottle of antiseptic on the table. The four men walked out of the room.

"The hallway camera tapes should be taken care of." He ordered the hotel personnel. Before they made an exit from the crime scene they had just cleaned up.

The sun rose and the hotel was a buzz with activity once again. Rei was the first person to wake up. Completely dazed he walked past the open window through which light fell in and lit the room.

"Tyson, wake up," he said in a drowsy voice, then walked on and disappeared into the bathroom. Tyson sat up and opened his eyes. Shook Max a little, "get up Max", and fell to the floor again, snoring deeply.

Rei stepped out of the bathroom looking slightly more awake. "Oh my GOD...!" he was fully awake now. The room was a total mess. The bed sheet was hanging off the ceiling fan, he had not even the slightest clue as to how it had got there. The vase was overturned, it contents scattered all over the floor. There were soiled plates all over the place, bits of food lying on the floor along with Max, Tyson, Spencer, Lee and so on and so forth. Sticky cold drink patches were on the table and chairs and curtains and mattress. Broken glass, torn paper, ripped curtains, SHIT..!

"EVERYONE..! GET. UP. NOW!" He yelled at the top of his voice. The exercise fetched him an instant reaction from every soul present in the room as they almost mechanically bolted upright.

"Guys just look at this MESS! We need to set things straight, before the cleaning people come knocking on the door. They will KILL us." He said, as he ran to pick the vase off the floor. Nobody moved.

"Hey!" desperately, "snap out of it! And help me clean." They all started running around the room, trying to fix whatever could be fixed, although they all felt too Drunk? to move.

Room 1506

Kai was deep in sleep in the large bed in the middle of the room. The bright light that entered the room bounced off the shiny floor and tables. He stirred a little, his expression changing just for a second, to show pain. A faint shout reached his ears.

"...ryone. get... now..."

Hmm... he hummed, still asleep. The voice has set his thoughts in motion. Two men, he counted, a Click, a SLASH. His eyes flew open, heartbeat fastened, almost out of control. He sat up in his bed. The sudden movement drenching his body in pain again, making an Ah!, leave his lips. He looked around the room desperate for answers. He was sitting alone in the unrealistically clean room. But, he did remember blood.

He looked down at himself. One large cut decorated his chest and another his back, both stitched up. He felt drained, weak. He lifted his hand to feel the cut on his back. Wait. What's this? There was a piece of paper stuck. No, stitched. To one end of the cut. He pulled at it, another jolt of pain shooting through his body. A letter.

He ripped the envelope open.

Wrong move, Kai. Now you know. The stage is set. The game begins. You know the rules, only you and I play. Enjoy.

Anger washed over him. He crushed the piece of paper in his hand. Clenched his teeth and got out of bed, ignoring the pain, fresh droplets of blood appeared on the stitches. Walked towards the table holding the bandages and antiseptic. Picked it and cleaned the wounds roughly. Put a patch of cotton across the stitches and wrapped his chest and back with the long white strip of medicated cloth.

Okay! Let's play!

TBC

Ok so that's that...!

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