Chapter Three- On the Run Again

"We're looking for a fighter by the name of Steve Fox. We have a very important message...for him."

Christie was observing the two guys at her doorway, their appearances made her felt uneasy, and Christie thought opening the door was a bad idea.

"Um, did you say you're looking for Steve Fox?" Christie asked the two men in black.

"Yes, have you seen him?" One of the guys said, adjusting his black shades.

Their surroundings made Christie feel suspicious about them; the way they were dress, their facial expressions made her start thinking that they could be the guys that were trying to kill Steve last night.

"Sorry, I've never heard of him," Christie lied, keeping a straight face to make it seem shes telling the truth.

The two men glanced at each other, then back at Christie, they had a feeling that she was hiding something, or someone.

"Well, we have permission from the administers that we can search the rooms for him. You see... its urgent."

"Uh, my room is...dirty. There is a lot of clothes laying around on the floor and beds, even the ceiling. So yeah, I have a lot of cleanings to do. Come back later."

"Very well then." Suddenly, the two men shoved Christie away from the doorway, barging in her room, searching for their target.

Steve, who was watching the scene take place, immediately shut the bathroom door quietly.

"Damn it," He said to himself quietly. "How in the world am I going to get out of this one. Think Steve, think." He hit himself in the head, while talking to himself. His eyes trailed towards the shower, he then smirked.

While outside the bathroom, the men were searching every portion of the room; they even went through Christie's personal belongings.

"Why in the hell are you guys looking in the my bags? What in the hell, I just brought those thongs! I didn't even get a chance to wear them yet!"

Christie shouts were annoying the heck out of the two men. One of them pulled out a gun and aimed it at her.

"If you say one more word, I will blow your mouth clean of your face got it!"

Christie stopped yelling and glared at him, then she sits down on the bed quietly crossing her arms.

"There isn't shit here, no evidence of him being in this room," The man in black said after throwing Christie's bag on the floor. "Lets go to the next room."

As they were about to leave, they heard water running, coming from the bathroom. The man in black gave his partner a nod to check the bathroom. Christie heart began pumping rapidly, they were about to find Steve and kill him.

'Oh no Steve' She thought.

The guy opened the bathroom door cautiously, the shower curtains were close and he quietly tip-toed his way to the shower. Cautiously, he hastily pulled the curtains back aiming his gun, but no one was there though. Dumbfounded, he turned around and was suddenly hit in the face, landing in the bathtub causing a loud thumb.

The noise was heard outside the bathroom. "The hell was that," the guy said, walking towards the bathroom.

With no one else watching Christie, she sweeps kick the guy, causing him to fall and drop the gun. He tried reaching for the gun, but it was soon picked up by Steve.

"Looking for this," Steve said twirling the gun in his hand, he then kicked him in the face. "C'mon Chris, we gotta go!"

Steve grabbed his white leather jacket and they both ran out of the room.

"Ah, hes on the run again!" The man said on the cell phone, informing the others.

Steve and Christie ran towards the elevator, but when they did, three more men appeared in the elevator.

"This way!" Steve shouted at Christie, opening the door towards the stairwell. As they ran down the stairs, the three men began firing their guns at them, bullets colliding with the metal rails of the stairs.

Christie screamed when they shooting at them. "Don't worry about them shooting us, just do as I say and you will be alright!" Steve said trying to calm the Brazilian woman.

The two fighters ran out the door and towards the alleyway, they began running at the other end, but was stopped when they saw a black car blocking their way out.

"Come on, we'll go this way." They ran the other way out the alley with three more guys chasing them. Now they had at least six mafia members chasing them.

'Why in the hell does Japan alleys have to be so down long!' Steve thought. 'I have to separate them from Christie since they're not chasing her'

"Listen to me Christie," Steve spoked and Christie looked at him still running. "At the end of this alley, I want us to split up okay."

"What! I can't leave you alone Steve, they'll hurt you!"

"I know Christie, but I they aren't after you, so they won't chase you. Just do as I say alright. I don't want you to get hurt."

Christie saw the determination and concern in his eyes; determinate to get them both out of here alive, and concern if they don't get out of here alive. She saw that he wanted to protect her and let every thing happen to him since this situation didn't involve her. Steve reminded Christie of her mother, how she always protected her from her father.

"Okay Steve," She nodded. "I'll do as you say."

"Get ready...NOW!" Right on time, the two went opposite ways; and just like what Steve say they would, they followed him instead of Christie.

Now in the streets of Tokyo, Steve ran between the crowds, it made it harder for the mafia members to shoot him in the crowd.

Steve cut down a block and ran inside a clothing store. He saw a Japanese male around his age shopping for clothes. He examined him from afar, and predict that they wore the same clothing size, he had a plan.

The mafia searched the whole block for the British boxer, but he wasn't found yet.

"Where the hell did he g-" The guy stopped himself mid sentence when he saw Steve walking out of the store.

"Bingo, I found him," He said through the walkie-talkie. He ran down the block and tackled Steve to the floor. "Don't you can get away from us huh? You're a dead man Fo...wait a minute, your not Fox!" The guy was surprised when he saw it was a Japanese male with Steve's clothes. What had him thinking it was Steve was that this Japanese had blond hair.

His others partners arrive and they were angry that it wasn't Steve, but a Japanese dress as him. "Shit! He fooled us!"

"We lost him sir," The guy said through his cell phone.

"What do you mean you lost him! Call me when you found him!" The other line clicked off.

Just as the mafia disappeared, a guy with brown hoodie covering his identity and ripped blue jeans, stepped out the clothing store. He saw the mafia run around the corner and smirked other the hoodie.

"Suckers," Steve whispered.

On the other side of town, Christie was sitting in a park, still shaken by the whole situation that just happened thus far. Never in her life Christie was chased by someone or group of people with guns trying to kill her. She seen guns before, but never ever pointed at her or shot at. This is why Steve doesn't want her involve at all, its too dangerous. Even though Steve isn't her best friend, she does want to help him and not have him face this alone; but if she does there are consequences, and she is putting her own life at risk.

Suddenly her cell phone rung, she picked it up and looked at the caller I.D. It read: Unknown caller. Not knowing who it is, Christie answered anyway. "Hello."

"Christie Monteiro, this is a warning to him. If you get involve with Steve and our business with him, there will be consequences for you. So, I suggest you pretend none of this happened or else."

Then the person hung up.

Traumatize by the threaten phone call she just received, Christie slowly put down her phone and cried.

Steve is one sneaking guy, I'll give him that. Poor Christie, she almost died, luckily Steve told her to run the opposite direction. If she hadn't, who knows what would of happen. Anyway, heres chapter three and I'll update chapter four soon. I have to re-edit some of the chapters since I finally found a tool that can correct my errors. It really works so, I guess I don't need a beta reader after downloading this tool for my errors.

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