Chapter twenty-eight

What the hell is going on?

...Purple dragon's dominical lair—Hun's private chambers...

Standing by the window and staring out, watching and listening to the city—crowded honking of traffic below. Holding both hands behind his back, grinning ear to ear—while he waited for the expected cargo that is to arrive in the next hour or so but what was going to be reported is not expected.

Knock—knock

No response. Knock—knock. Still stood by the window, staring at the city's sky view when he finally answered, not calmly—More like discreetly and ignorant. "Enter!"

One door opened—a tall, hard built masculine man walked in the room. "Master Hun—there is, we have a problem." Tyson said. The blonde-haired behemoth turned and faced his henchman, rose a brow with sudden confusion but discretion and replied, in a low harsh breathless tone. "What kind of problem?"

"Well—uh...Riggs, cole and Frankie have—disappeared." Tyson answered. "Tell me something—how do three grown men just—DISAPPEAR? Get lost is one thing but they just don't disappear." Hun snarled, as he fastly reached out then chokingly grasped Tyson's throat and held him off the ground. "I—I d-don't know, sir—please I can't breathe, you're choking me." Tyson stammeredly gasped.

Hun tightened his grasped around Tyson's throat then released the man, allowing him to fall upon his knees—softly grasped his throat as he took in a deep breathe of air to his lungs and released a harsh cough. Raised his head and averted his gaze, seeing Hun's back facing him.

"Tyson—find where they are or don't come back. Do I make myself clear?" Hun snarled, orderedly. "Crystal clear, Master Hun." Tyson replied. "Good—get the fuck of my office." Hun in-discerningly demanded.

Tyson stood up then left the room as another walked in. "Master Hun." Brax called. "What is it, brax?" Hun answered, coldly. "I have come to request for—different assignment instead of low-jacking pity junk, sir." Brax replied, expecting to be assigned in special operations. "You want a different assignment?" Hun stated, glared curiously. "Yes, do I have a opening for a different assignment or do I have to go someplace else for a job—like for instance, foot headquarters." Brax cruelly smirked.

"Don't try act cute—it don't suit ya. If you want to go to Foot headquarters, go if you like. Listen well when I tell you this—the employer is much harder and stricter than I am with punishment if you fail. So let you know—you have been warned." Hun told Brax, lowly cruelly smirked in return.

Brax gulped then abruptly replied. "I suppose—I could continue working for you, Master Hun."

"Good—now get out of my office." Hun harshly snarled, turned and stared out the window once more. Brax walked to the door, looked back with anger growing—to boiling point as he tightened his grasp upon the door handle then slowly left the room, closing the door behind him.

Walking down the corridor, by passing Korn—medium masculine built man, stood 5'4" and carried a tattoo upon his left arm bearing a red tiger, clawing through with a nazi symbol on it's paw. "What's your problem? Have a problem?" Korn menacingly stated in a menace tone.

Brax shook his head, abruptly—as he tried not allow the sudden fear to be seen through his trembling shakes as he stammeredly answered. "No-nothing. N-no problem, why would there be a problem?"

"Oh—I don't know, it is just the way you seem to appear in fear of me as I either go or come pass you in the corridors like these." Korn answered, softly brushed the back of his fingers down along Brax's face. Brax gulped silently and shuddered with wary fear, stepping back.

Korn cruelly smiled and erotically glared Brax then lowly softly said. "What? You worried I'd do something? Maybe—kill you or ravage you?"

"N-no—no, I'm not worried nor I fear you. Why would I be afraid of a big man like yourself." Brax stammered, wryly worried. "Heh—you're cute when you are—scarce and don't worry, I don't like to fuck boys. You're not my type—I rather to torture them, instead." Korn told Brax, as he walked passed and toward Hun's office.

Brax trembled with sudden fearing shudder as he may be next for Korn's torture fetish but luckily he ain't homo—rushing to the nearest bathroom where he leaned his head down the toilet—began hurling also didn't realise that he had—suddenly wet himself, not until he sat on the floor inside of the toilet cubicle. "Shit!" he cursed, whispery to himself.

Meanwhile—Korn opened the door and walked in the office, closed the door behind him then silently made his way to the table and waited to be addressed by his employer and master. The blonde-haired behemoth continued glaring out the window when he softly addressed his most favourable employee. "Ah, Korn—what do I have the honor of your presence this very evening, my friend?"

"Well—I come to see if you may a special assignment for me, my liege?" Korn wondered, hopefully. Hun turned and faced the blood red haired man, softly smiled and answered finally. "I just might have the perfect assignment for you—only if you wish to accept it as it very important."

"Of course, master Hun—whatever you command, it will be done." Korn replied, obediently. "Good—very good. I want you to track down those despicable turtles and bring them back—alive." Hun orderly instructed.

No further words or replies were exchanged, Korn smiled and nodded then left the room—leaving the blonde-brute to his thoughts and scheming plans. Watching his henchman leave and close the door, smugly grinned as he turned and returned back staring out the window once again, waiting for what he has requested but in the mean-time, Hun lowly chuckled menacingly as he decided to what kind of torture would be wondrous to perform upon his enemies—and finally put them out of commission, forever.

'Soon—you meddling turtles. Your end will soon be reality.' Hun menacingly thought.

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...to be continued in chapter twenty-nine...

Finally, dont you think? I well do think so, if I do say in my opinion. But still in the dark when the revenge will be avenged, huh? Well, we are getting closer but not so soon just yet—we are getting closer though. First Brenna has to find the answers to her past then the games shall begin.

Hope ya'll still with me as this is going to be one heck of a ride as soon the juicy details are finally revealed. We're so nearly there.

Read and review, until next time—tootles