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Wade growled and punched a wall. The thick smell of blood seemed to follow him everywhere, granted, he's killed almost everyone, but still he couldn't find her. His patience and anger was slowly starting to evaporate.
Fear seemed to settle in the pit of his stomach, building dangerously. He knew he needed to keep a level head, but it seemed almost impossible. He had rushed into this situation and didn't know where his daughter is, much less how he was going to get her out without her having to see all of the dead soldiers.
"Wilson." Wade spun in the direction he had come from. The man who stood smirking in the centre of the hall was familiar to him. Peter Jackson, a mercenary he had once worked with. He wanted to curse himself for not thinking about that sooner, Jackson was the only person who could blow things up with a snap of his fingers, that Wade knew. And he was the biggest bastard on the planet.
Wade was ready to give him some snappish comment, but never got so far. It was hard to think when you saw your kid scared shitless with tears streaking her face, pale diamond blue eyes bloodshot, gagged and her hands tied up. "Let her go." He said darkly.
Jackson smirked at him. Wade felt pure hate obliterate the fear. He had once worked with the man, and once had been too much. There had always been something about him, he would kill his own family if the price was right. Wade didn't have much of a relationship with his father, he hated the man, but he would never kill him (probably because he deemed it a better punishment for his father to watch him ruin the old man's name). "There's a way to bring all men to their knees." He muttered and twirled a dark strand of Jamie's hair around his index finger.
Wade's hands clenched around his swords, he didn't know what to do. He didn't want to show his daughter just how much of a sadistic, sick, twisted and morally corrupt son of a bitch he really was.