Chapter 16

The Mexican man in the driver's seat gave Kai a nasty look, because the boy had put his feet on the dashboard of the truck. Somehow the kid had sneaked into the vehicle during his last stop near New York City and had hidden there for a while before emerging seemingly out of nowhere. After the first scare was gone, and a short but fierce discussion, the man agreed to give the younger a ride to Los Angeles. Now, five minutes later, the truck driver regretted his decision.

"Hey, put your feet down, kid!" the man burst out. Kai didn't move; he wanted to test how far he could go with this man. Said continued, "You are not at home, so do as I say or you can walk to L.A.!"

"And if I take off my boots?" Kai asked as a reply.

The Mexican though about it for a moment, then he gave a short nod. "Hm, that's okay." Kai put his boots off, he wore a pair of really heavy military boots, and placed his now bare feet on the dashboard again. The drive continued in silence, but it didn't last long. "What's your name, kid?"

"If you stop calling me 'kid' I'll tell you," Kai answered.

"Jesus, you are a pain in the ass, you know."

"I'm not the one who tries to start a conversation."

"We need over three days to get to L.A. and don't tell me you intended to spend the whole time in silence during this trip." The man sounded angry, curious and a hint desperate at the same time.

"Two if we drive in turns," Kai replied, still not saying his name.

"Even if you are of legal age and have a truck driving license, I wouldn't let you drive my truck, kid." He stressed the last word extremely.

"My name is Kai. And you are … Pedro Alvarez."

"How … I didn't tell you my name yet, so how do you know?" Pedro asked a bit confused.

"I took a glance at your documents when you were out taking a piss."

"What! These are …"

"I just wanted to make sure that you are driving to L.A.," Kai interrupted the man who got angrier again.

"What do you want in L.A. anyway?" Pedro tried to not sound too curious, but Kai didn't let the man fool him.

"None of your business."

"Alright. I understood. No questions anymore, just this last one. How did you know that I drive to L.A.? Don't tell me you broke into every stopping truck and took a glance at the documents?"

Kai sighed loudly. "What a stupid questions. You have a L.A. license plate number. And by the way, I didn't break into your truck. The door was open."

Both fell silent. According to the file the informant had given Kai, Dennis Quaid, his target, lived in New York and was barely leaving the city. Unfortunately one day before Kai arrived in the city the man left and went to Los Angeles for two weeks. A holiday trip as Kai had ascertained. But what man leaves his family behind when going on holiday? Either the man had a secret double life that he didn't want his family to get involved with or he somehow knew that a killer was behind him. Both opportunities didn't really concern Kai much. Even if the man was aware of his 'hunter' he would have no chance to escape his fate. Nonetheless, Kai wanted to enter Los Angeles in secret that's why he chose to hitchhike instead of flying which would have been much faster.

The rest of the day passed almost in complete silence. They stopped just two times to urinate and to eat something, before Pedro parked the truck at an abandoned parking area with no other trucks or cars around.

"Time to sleep," Pedro said while he stood up and walked the two steps to the small bed that was located in the back of the driver's cab. "Don't touch anything or you can walk to L.A.," the Mexican repeated his threat from earlier. Kai, totally unaffected, stood up as well and went after the man, who was now sitting half naked on the bed. "What? Sleep on the passenger's seat."

Kai ignored the man and started to undress himself. "Don't tell me you are not interested," he said in a seductive tone, straddling the man. "I'll be as mild as a dove."

"Fucking faggot!" Pedro pushed Kai away, disgusted. "Try again and …"

"And I walk to L.A.," Kai finished the sentence. "What do you have against some fun? Is it because I am a boy?" He approached the man a second time, a devilish grin in his face. "Are you afraid you could enjoy it?"

Pedro still sat on the bed, unmoved. "One more word and you are out."

"Okay, okay." Kai grabbed his shirt and left the man alone, making himself comfortable in the passenger's seat. At the moment he was dependent on the man.

After one hour of rest, Kai decided that if he couldn't fuck it would be the best to drive on, so he changed onto the driver's seat and started the engine. Luckily Pedro had left the keys in the ignition lock. Kai had learned to drive a truck at the age of ten, when he had served as a child soldier in a militia in Africa during the war in Uganda.

Six hours later Pedro awoke from a deep sleep and noticed immediately that the truck was in motion. "What the hell?!" He jumped to his feet and rushed to the front. Before he could say anything, Kai parked the truck already on the street side and turned off the engine. Wordless he stood up to make some space for Pedro, who watched every of his moves. When Kai got ready to sit down on the passenger's seat a loud "No" could be heard from behind. "I have enough. Get out of my truck." The Mexican man sounded more than just irritated.

Kai turned around to face him. "You can't throw me out in a fucking deserted place like this."

Pedro thought about this for a moment. "Fine. You leave at the next rest area." Two hours later the rest area came in view. It looked deserted. Kai kept silent, watching Pedro from the corner of his eyes. The truck slowed down a little before it sped up again, passing the rest area without a stop. "Fucking brat. I know that I will regret this." The elder turned to see Kai's reaction, but the boy kept a straight face. Now the younger knew how far he could go.

Around midday they were near Springfield in Missouri. Pedro stopped at a well patronized rest area with a nice restaurant. "Thirty-minute-break," he said. "I don't wait if you are late." They exited the truck together and the man walked up to the restaurant. Kai didn't follow him, instead he looked around as if searching for something or someone. Another truck stopped not far from Pedro's. A blond American with lots of tattoos showing on his muscular arms was the driver. While getting out of the vehicle he examined the young boy from head to toe, who returned the view in the same way.

"May I help you?" the trucker asked in a polite tone, but the grin in his face gave the lie to it. Kai approached him nonchalantly. The man was almost one head taller than himself, so he had to stand on tiptoes when whispering in his ear. "I have thirty minutes. Let's mate."

"Mate. It's been a long time since I heard this term," the blond replied amused, but he opened his belt to show that he was okay with the offer. Kai helped him reveal his thick member before stroking it with one hand. With the other he opened his own jeans, pulling them down over his ass. They stood so close that their dicks touched. A wink later Kai's back was pressed against the man's truck and he wrapped his legs around the American's waist to allow the man's now hard member to enter him. Kai had to suppress a painful moan when his hole was stretched widely without preparation. The truck driver moaned as well when he felt the hot cavern around his dick. "God. You are tight, boy."

Lost in their lust they lost track of the time. Then Kai sensed someone coming closer. The person stopped to watch the two figures copulate and shook his head. It was Pedro. Still shaking his head the Mexican went on to his truck.

"Fuck," Kai hissed, "I need to go."

"What?" the blond asked, breathing heavily, while the boy was already unwrapping his legs from him. The engine of Pedro's truck revved.

"Fuck!" Kai repeated pulling up his jeans not caring to zip it up. He sprinted the few meters to the now rolling truck.

"Hey! Where are you going?!" the American shouted after him, his hard member rising proudly in the air. As a response Kai jumped on the driving truck's footstep of the passenger side and raised a hand to wave good bye. Then he opened the door and slipped into the vehicle.

"Hey, we had a deal," he said angrily and if looks could kill Pedro would be dead now. "You said thirty minutes, I had ten minutes left."

"Oh, you are right. Sorry, seems like my watch runs fast," the Mexican replied irritated.

"Fuck off." Slumping down in the seat Kai devoted his attention to his semi-aroused cock. His hand dove into his jeans, stroking it firmly. A lustful expression sneaked onto his face.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like? I masturbate since you interrupted my little encounter earlier."

"No. You don't." With one hand Pedro reached to Kai to stop him from touching himself. "I said stop it or you walk, once and for all. Your choice."

"Fuck!" Kai screamed but stopped his actions and zipped up his jeans. He sighed frustrated. "I'm not allowed to fuck. I'm not allowed to jack off. The next you forbid me to breathe."

"No, I won't. Just stop behaving like a sex driven teenager."

"But I am a sex driven teenager, a really pissed off one."

"Are you a sex addict?" Pedro's question was serious. Kai didn't answer. Some months ago he would have denied it, but after travelling with the Bladebreakers he wasn't so sure anymore. During that time there were moments when he couldn't concentrate because he needed to fuck.

"Do you fuck me when I say yes?"

"No."

Kai was silent and for a while none of them said anything at all. They only stopped once in the evening to take a piss. In the toilet the young didn't hide his interest in the man's dick, who in return watched every move of the other. Ready as if he expected an assault. Kai smiled almost shyly. "I'd like to blow you," he said in such a serious voice that Pedro bit back a mocking reply. The man simply shrugged. Back in the truck the Mexican didn't sit down on the driver's seat, instead he went to the back where the bed was located and sat down on it. Kai pondered if he should follow him. He decided that he should do and sat down next to Pedro. For a while both said nothing until both sighed.

"You are really annoying, you know," the elder said. When Kai said nothing he continued, "I could drop you off here and all my problems will vanish with you."

"Problems?" Kai asked. "Well, if you want to call it problems than there is another way to solve them."

"Which way?"

"Just a simple blow job. I suck you off and I'll be obedient for the rest of the drive."

"As I said before: I won't fuck you. I'm not gay."

"And I said I suck you off. Close your eyes and pretend I am a woman." A moment passed in silence, again. "Are you scared you will like it that much that you can't stop and fuck me afterwards?"

"No." Pedro's answer came too fast.

Kai grinned. "So that is it." He knelt down in front of the Mexican and looked up to him. Said watched him closely, but didn't move, not even when Kai opened the man's belt and pulled the trousers down. Still no reaction. Only when Kai began to lick the man's cock Pedro shifted uncomfortably. Now it was too late. Now he couldn't stop it anymore. The man closed his eyes as Kai had suggested before and when he felt his hardening member engulfed in a sticky tight mouth his hips jerked up. He opened his eyes again, but Kai hadn't even flinched. A loud moan escaped the man's mouth and he couldn't take his eyes of the boy who was so full of energy and all the energy was now used to give him a blow job. More moans escaped his lips together with curses and encouraging words.

In the meantime Kai enjoyed playing with the hard cock of the man, swirling his tongue around it, licking, sucking. Even with a dick in his mouth he managed to grin and his crimson eyes burned with amusement and lust. He felt Pedro coming closer to his climax and by now the man was rocking against his mouth, trying to fuck it, but Kai had other plans. He held the hips down and pulled away.

"No," Pedro gasped.

"I said I suck you. I didn't allow you to fuck my mouth," Kai said not even a bit out of breath and started to care about the rock-hard penis again. With his hips immobile Pedro grabbed Kai's hair, supported his motions.

"God. That feels good," the Mexican breathed out. "I'm … coming." Accompanied by a loud moan Pedro came hard in Kai's mouth who swallowed the come and licked the man's dick until it was clean and aroused again. Then he stood up, ready to go to the passenger's seat, sit down and be obedient, but Pedro stopped him. The elder came to his feet as well, still a bit breathless. He pulled Kai closer, pressing their lower bodies together. Kai smiled. In the end he always gets what he wants.

"Have you seen Strike?" Kai asked a rundown girl. He was in South Central Los Angeles, a quarter of the glamorous city that was dominated by street crimes such as drug dealing, prostitution and gang fights. Abandoned warehouses paired with the ruins of once nice lodgings for the workers left an imprint on the image of the quarter. In this place the rubbish of society lived and Kai was looking for one of its habitant.

"Strike? Who the fuck is that?" The girl was high. Kai turned around to ask somebody else when the girl suddenly remembered. "Ah, Strike. He's in two-thirty."

"Thanks." He gave her some dollars which she took with a bright smile on her face that showed her rotten teeth. Kai turned around and walked to the second 'house'. Hopefully the girl hadn't lied and Strike was really in there.

Room thirty; the door was broken. Kai didn't bother to knock. The smell in the small apartment was awful. There was nothing in there except of some mattresses that were covered in dirt. And garbage, lots of garbage. The windows had no glasses, only old worn out clothes as curtains. Kai found Strike in the bathroom throwing up. Strike was seventeen, a hustler and a drug addict, but at the moment he seemed relatively clear in his mind.

"Fucking Chinese crap," he said when noticing Kai, "always upsets my stomach. You look good, Kai, clean. What brings you in an area like this?"

"I have a job for you," Kai replied.

"A job. What job? How much do I get?"

"A threesome. You, me and a businessman. You get all the money and drugs for free," Kai answered casually.

"Hm. Sounds good, but what do you get?"

"I am happy with the fun. That's all I need."

"So you came here to have a fucking threesome with me and some dude. You've gotta be fucking kidding me, but fine. I'm in," Strike said with a grin in his face. Kai met Strike some years ago when a mission dumped him on the streets of Los Angeles. They had shared a room, often a bed and split their earnings. Since then they had been in loose contact.

Two hours later Strike was representable enough in Kai's mind and they took the train to Westwood where Dennis Quaid's hotel was. "The man doesn't know that we are coming," Kai informed.

"Didn't you say we are going to have a threesome? And now you are telling me that the man doesn't even know that we are coming. Kai, what shit do you fucking plan?" Strike got nervous. He once saw how a younger Kai had killed somebody without showing the slightest bit of remorse.

"Trust me. It will be more fun this way," Kai replied vaguely.

They arrived at the expensive looking hotel and walked straight up to the room where Quaid was lodged. Kai knocked. A moment later the door was opened by a surprised version of the man Kai knew from the photo of the file the informant had provided him with. The two teenagers used the moment of astonishment to enter the hotel room. Still perplexed Quaid looked from one boy to the other then he focused on Kai. "Who are you and what do you want?" he asked.

"Nice room, mister Quaid and nice bed," Kai said while he stretched out on the king-size bed. Strike let Kai the talking and observed the scene from afar, at least for the moment. Quaid took no notice of the elder and focused further on the boy on his bed.

"Who are you and what do you want?" he repeated his question.

"If it's so important for you," Kai began, stressing the 'so'. "I noticed you sitting alone at a table during lunch. You looked kind of unhappy. I thought a bit companionship would do no harm." Kai told the truth. He went to the hotel around noon to check everything out and to do the preparations that were needed, when he saw Dennis Quaid in the hotel's restaurant.

"Really?" Quaid sounded not convinced.

"700$ and you get both of us," Kai offered.

"500$ for the whole night," the man negotiated.

"Okay. 500$," Strike said approaching the man. He unbuttoned his shirt and started to undress. In the meantime Kai fetched a little plastic bag from his pocket with some plain white pills in it. He gave one of the pills Strike, who swallowed it immediately, and another one Quaid, who first just looked suspicious, but when Kai reassured him that it would only make him horny, he swallowed the drug. Within two minutes both fell asleep. The pill was made of a really strong soporific and cocaine. The soporific left no traces behind, only the cocaine would be detectable for the police. Kai sneaked out of the hotel room and out of the building evading the surveillance cameras and without being noticed by other people. Yearlong training afforded him this. A loud explosion echoed through the air, when he was five minutes away from the hotel that was now in flames.

"You killed over 200 people!" the informant screamed at Kai.

"Collateral damage," the boy replied casually.

"Colla… Are you stupid! You killed over 200 people!" The informant's face was red and full of rage.

"Dennis Quaid is dead. The rest shouldn't concern you," Kai responded irritated. "If you have problems with my line of action, then you should have asked somebody else." The man was at a loss of words about how emotionless his opposite was. Chuck, who had overheard the argument from the kitchen, entered the bar to prevent the situation from escalating. "The information," Kai demanded.

The informant swallowed audibly, then he glanced at Chuck who nodded slowly. "Kai is right. Dennis Quaid is dead and the whole world thinks it was a terror attack," the café owner said.

"And he died fast without much pain," Kai added.

"How do you know that?" the informant asked still not totally convinced.

"I placed one of the explosive devices in Quaid's room", the boy answered. "The information," he demanded again.

"Okay." The informant fetched a thick file from his briefcase and handed it Kai, who flipped through it. Without another word the young walked out of the room, the file in his hands. "You could at least say thank you."

"Fuck you," Kai said instead, loud enough for everyone to hear. In his room, when he was in Valay (Валай) he lived in a private part of the café, he took a closer look at the file. There were many photos attached that showed Boris Balkov with foreign looking Beybladers, a girl with blue hair and three males. All photos showed them practicing their Beyblade skills in one way or another. It didn't seem like they were friends, they rather looked like rivals to Kai. 'A video would have been good,' he thought. There were small files about the four Bladers and a larger one of Boris, that didn't contain any new information for Kai. At least the files of the four Beybladers were interesting. 'They seem like real popular figures: a singer, someone from a famous sportsman family, a brother who tries to save his sick sister and a mysterious blond boy. Are you trying to reach your goal in a friendly manner, Boris? How devious.'