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Finally got around to updating my fic hopefully it has improved since the last chapter. Reviews for input on what to change or focus on would be great.
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Chapter 3 - A Name and Terms
I woke to the sounds of screams high and loud most likely male from the creative curses that I heard through the damaged wall in front of me. I observed my surroundings the walls had chips and holes allowing noise to travel freely between the adjacent rooms, a single window locked and barred, shadows danced in the corners of the room cast by a single light in the centre of the ceiling and a solid door with reinforced hinges. I had been searched my guns had been removed along with anything that could possibly hide a weapon the search must have been done by Miho no one else would be so thorough. I soon remembered what led me to my incarceration in the dark room.
Flashback
Walking across the threshold of the door I soon felt that cold pang in my stomach, two women their guns drawing a bead on my heart. I kept my eyes trained while I drew the cold from my skin into my heart its beating slowing allowing me to relax my entire body and maintain my calm. It was several steps into the building before I felt a sharp blow to the back of my head twisting while I fell the last thing I saw was Miho's eyes and then darkness closed in on me.
Flashback End
I could see the moon through my window by its position I must have slept through the day I soon found myself calmed by the drizzle that began the only constant in my life rain. The screams soon ended followed by a loud thump knowing I was next I soon moved underneath the window preparing myself for what was to come. The doors soon opened and my room was filled by five women the two guards from the entrance flanked the three most beautiful women in old town.
Their leader Wendy a golden haired beauty dressed only in red the twin of the previous leader Goldie, the mocha skinned beauty Gail the right hand woman of Wendy followed to the right and behind the two of them deadly little Miho. Wendy and Gail stayed well out of arm reach while Miho soon moved directly to my right hand resting lightly upon the hilt of her katana one nod and she would cut me in half. 'If I am to die at least I got to witness such beauties before I vanished into the rain' I contemplated, my eyes soon roamed to where Miho stood her cold eyes met mine before Wendy's voice caught my attention.
"Что Вы делаете в Старом Городском наемном убийце?" Wendy's Russian was fractured indicating a lack of practice in the language.
Raising an eyebrow I turned my eyes locking with Wendy's I knew in that instant she would kill me if I did not give a satisfactory answer with a sigh I began to answer her.
"Я был здесь на работе, но человеке, который заключил меня, решил предать меня главарю бандитов Горшкову." My accent soon began to flow with my words.
"Fuck."
Was the only response I got from Wendy as she stomped over to a dark corner with Gail their voices soon became a silent to my ears but I knew Wendy and Gail were concerned with this new development. While Wendy and Gail discussed the new drop of information I had provided Miho stood unmoving a statue covered in darkness hand resting upon the deadliest weapon in the room her blade. Wendy soon returned to the moonlight its glow reflecting in her sun kissed hair she looked decidedly angry and frustrated over whatever she had discussed with Gail.
"You are a loose end and what I know of Gorshkov he does not tolerate loose ends so give us your name and we can give you our terms."
She stated, I quickly began processing this information if I told them my name they could discover my past but if I didn't then they would most likely kill me it took me seconds to decide.
"My name is Stanislav but I am better known as Rain, what are your terms?" I spoke softly resigned to whatever they decided.
"Well Mr Stanislav we decided that since you brought this war to our doorstep you have to clean it up."
Wendy stated compared to what I thought they could do to me this seemed extremely easy. Like a kick to the guts I soon realised I had no leads as to who hired Pencil to kill me other than they worked with the mob boss Gorshkov and probably knew my past. I then returned my gaze to the women around they smiled but there was no joy in them only bloodlust in that moment I knew that in the next few days it would rain blood and bodies would soon fill the streets. Only Miho did not smile her attention entirely focused on the man in the room questions running through her head as to who he really was.
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-Final Silence
Translations For the Russian
1. What are you doing in Old Town hitman?
2. I was here on a job but the man who contracted me decided to betray me to the mob boss Gorshkov.