A/N: Whew, more action in this one (and the next few chapters).

TW for a graphic depiction of death.

I don't own pitch perfect.

Jesse kept his eyes fixed on the tiny red blip flashing on his screen, moving across the city of Atlanta. Multiple screens were opened in his office back at the agency, keeping the deputy director apprised of the situation with Chicago and the Kommissar. It was their part of the deal to help Beca after all, especially now that she's held up her end of the bargain with the Guillotine File.

"Thanks for keeping an eye on him," he heard Beca say from her end of the call. "I have the app running on my phone as well. Keep me posted if you see him going anywhere worth noting. We can't lose him now, Jesse. I'm on my way to meet with Luke now."

"Of course," he replied. "I'm also in contact with Stacie for all other activities. Don't, we got this, Beca. Though I think I should warn you about something."

"What's up?"

"Well, there's this detective interested in talking to the last people Pieter spoke to on his phone prior to his stabbing. He's moving quickly. Chicago's position had him close to the courts and somewhere near the precinct. My guess is this detective is working with Chicago in some way, probably has a whole sheet of illegal activities. Already looking in on him now, but be careful of your movements. This might be part of Chicago's plan to keep you busy so he can disappear. So far, you're only wanted for questioning but Aubrey's already working to intervene."

Beca chuckled on the other end of the line. "Got it, thanks for the warning."

Jesse heard Beca end the call. He didn't waste any second himself, cracking his finger and getting started on looking into the detective after Beca.

It was a race to the finish line now.

And Jesse made sure he can help Beca with all he can.

It was the least he could do, what with all that Beca's done for them.

Beca was fiddling with the cap of her lighter as she stood in the middle of the Kommissar's apartment, it was in some fancy high rise in the middle of the city, with a stunning view from her living room's floor to ceiling windows. The DSM salary allowed her to get a unit on a floor by herself, private elevator access too. The apartment was lovely, the décor was nice too, unfortunately she can't help but find the living spaces messy with clothes, and laundry, were haphazardly discarded here and there. A pile of paper work and case folders were stacked on the coffee table, about to topple over. Beer cans were scattered everywhere as well.

Luisa hadn't noticed her presence yet. From what Beca could tell from the noise coming from her room, she was still busy packing her stuff and getting ready. Beca couldn't help but wonder if the reason the apartment was in such a state was because she was in a rush to get into jail to get Chicago out, and was now in a rush to leave.

Luke had been watching her movements since she got out of prison, stealthily following her about and informed her of Luisa's movements. But with only Luke having eyes on her, and some agents Jesse could position on a need-to-know basis, Beca decided to go after her first. Besides, Lilly was busy putting in the finishing touches for her surprise for Chicago. She would need some time.

Beca's approach to her apartment was easy. Stacie was working behind the scenes as her eyes, hacking through traffic camera footages as well as in certain places she needed access too. Which meant Beca didn't have to worry much about being noticed, Stacie was already on it to make her invisible from security footages. Luke, meanwhile took care of the Hangers that Chicago had sent over to keep the Kommissar protected and help her make her exit.

But the Hangers were no match against Beca and Luke's combined prowess.

Beca heard something drop from to the floor and she turned her attention towards the hallway where the Kommissar now stood. She stopped fiddling with her lighter and put it in her pocket as she watched the color drain from the Kommissar's face before she reacted quickly, frantically reaching for her phone whose line should be cut now thanks to Stacie, her landline which shouldn't also work anymore, and then run towards the security system control near her door which also stopped functioning. Beca chuckled as she stood, waiting for Luisa to realize that her efforts were futile.

Finally, Luisa ran towards the door, only to be taken aback when she saw Luke standing in front of it, all the Hangers stationed outside unconscious with a few bruises and broken bones here and there. They'll soon be arrested, Jesse and the deputy director were already working to make sure of it too, with a small task force their putting together. Thanks to the attempted assassination Paulo concocted with her enemies here, Jesse's department was already making a case for why they should be put behind bars, mostly as associates of a former mafioso, among their other crimes.

Luisa slowly walked back inside of her apartment as Luke came inside and shut the door behind him. And there it was, the look of realization settling in as her face blanched and her limbs slightly shook in fear. There was a visible gulp in her throat preceding her words. "I suppose this is it then, it's time to die," she said, eyes wild as her vision darted around the apartment.

Beca sighed, it looked like Luisa was trying to buy time as she figured out a way to try and escape them.

But there was no escape.

Luisa nervously walked towards her fridge as she walked towards her fridge, opening the door before grabbing one of her remaining beer cans. She popped the tab and nervously took a swig. "A last drink then, before you shoot me, or stab me, and leave me here for dead?"

Beca walked towards her. "Do you really think it would be that easy?"

Luisa didn't reply. She simply tried to take another sip, but Beca stopped her, grabbing her hand upon reaching her. Beca grabbed the can and took it from her, placing it on the counter near the sink, before toppling it over, spilling the contents everywhere. "You shouldn't drink before doing an intensive workout," she said. The Kommissar looked at her curiously, not realizing Luke had snuck up behind her. In an instant, he knocked her out with the contents of a syringe he used on her.

Luke caught her in his hands. "Go on ahead and start the car, I'll bring her down. I'll clean up here once you're gone," he then said.

Beca nodded. "Thanks for the assist," she replied.

It was time for Luisa to pay for her crimes.

"What's up, anything urgent?" Stacie heard Beca on the line.

"Are you on the way to the warehouse with the, uh, package?" Stacie tentatively asked.

"Yeah," Beca replied. "Why?"

"Okay, cool, I picked up your car from a traffic cam and I'm working on making it invisible," was Stacie's reply. "You're kinda wanted for questioning by the police right now. The story is developing rather fast but one of the detectives under Chicago's payroll is trying to build a case against you. He's sent a squad to check on the Kommissar, worried that you'd go after her and while they missed you leaving, there was a security cam that caught a hooded and masked Luke carrying her out the building. Sorry about that, I was focused on your movements, I can't believe I missed that!"

Stacie was pretty much reprimanding herself at this point while retroactively filing a report for Beca's car being stolen two weeks ago, and adding Beca on a flight plan to Milan on some private charter plane that took off last night to make it seem like she's already gone and left after the incident. She was working overtime to throw them off her scent.

Technically, Beca was up to something a little unsavory at the moment but she was also innocent with regards to Pieter's death.

"Alright, how will that impact plans?" Beca then asked.

"Leave your car at the warehouse, Lilly is enroute with her car and she'll take care of it while you take care of your business," Stacie then said. "I'm also manipulating traffic lights and the overall flow of traffic to make sure police don't get to you should they pick up your scent."

"Well, we knew they might go after me once this was all over," Beca then said, trying to inject a bit of dry humor into things, as if this was expected anyways.

But Stacie was hoping it wouldn't be the case. And that if it was, it wouldn't happen during the plan was being enacted.

"Don't worry, Bree is also on it," Stacie replied, mostly trying to reassure herself.

Because they do all want to see Beca again after all of this was said and done.

"Thanks for everything, Stace," was Beca's reply before she hung up.

Chicago was doing everything he can to escape Beca Bella, and Beca was doing all she could to stop him.

The end of this madness was near.

Stacie just wished all their efforts would allow a future where they can all enjoy together.

The first thing Luisa noticed when she woke up was the sharp pain coming from the sole of her feet. There was something warm and wet on its surface either, but she couldn't exactly feel anything beneath them.

She slowly stirred awake, her head still shrugging off the heavy sleep that suddenly took her over. The last she could remember was that she was in her apartment with Beca Bella and some guy she didn't really know the name of. As her vision adjusted, she took in the sights of her surroundings. She was in some old and worn warehouse. The light filtering through the windows up above on its rooftop suggested that the sun had been setting for some time now. The warehouse was mostly empty, the walls bare except for the noticeable rusted pipes of a sprinkler system. Up above was the said rusted sprinkler setting, with the sprinklers only set above where she was and the stretch of sharp bits on the ground before her.

Luisa was sat on a wooden chair, the legs propped up evenly on at least a set of three cinder blocks each. She wasn't even tied up. Beca didn't have to worry about her escaping at all. Beneath her, stretching for a good two meters, were a mixture of rocks, glass shards, and nails. She raised her right feet over to look at the source of the throbbing pain she felt and found that it was slashed open, a deep wound that stretched from the ball of her foot up to where her toes were. She checked her left foot and found the same type of wound before her eyes landed on a small pool of blood beneath her.

To one side of the warehouse was a wooden table and an old recorder complete with a record. Next to it was Beca Bella fiddling with her lighter, dressed in a black suit ensemble, with a black button down, her hair slicked back, blood spatters all over one side of her face and down her neck.

"Took you long enough to wake up," Beca then said coldly.

Luisa wanted to say something initially but found her throat had dried. It took her a minute more to fully process the situation at hand. "Was all this really necessary?" she eventually found herself saying, as she did her best to accept her fate.

She knew, there was no fooling herself.

She was about to die.

It would be a painful escape for her, if she tried. She wouldn't be able to walk or run at all. She'd had to crawl, with much struggle, while Beca puts a final bullet in her. A bullet with her name on it since the day Beca Bella's father died.

She made it painfully clear for Luisa, at the very least.

But Luisa settled on accepting it with grace, she wasn't going to let Beca get her way and fill her with fear. She knows psychological warfare when she sees one. Trying to make it clear to her just how futile any of her efforts would be. Beca undoubtedly wanted her to be filled with despair in her final moments, but Luisa was too proud to give her that.

Beca chuckled. "I promised you, didn't I?"

Luisa laughed dryly, still trying to put a brace face on. "Well congratulations, you've won. So, let's get this over with. This is the part I tell you that I'll see you in hell before you kill me, right? Why don't we just skip all that, and get it over with?"

Beca sighed and shook her head. "That's not part of the promise. A quick death would be a mercy for someone like you," she then said. She stopped fiddling with her lighter before walking towards a valve over where the pipes were by the wall. Beca turned the valve a few times before the sprinkler system activated.

Luisa felt cold as soon as the liquid hit her, as if the very heat from her body was being stolen by the substance that came out. The smell of sulfur and something akin to rotten food hit the air. That's when she felt a shiver run down her spine as she put the pieces of the puzzle, realizing what Beca had intended to do.

It was gasoline.

Beca turned off the valve after a while.

"Don't do this," Luisa then found herself saying once Beca started to walk over the recorder. "This is too much, I mean is this even humane?"

"You tell me," Beca then replied with an icy tone. "Was it humane, I wonder, when you had a truck hit the pub Christopher Beale and I were in, just so you can get rid of your enemy and avoid a fair trial? Was it humane when you had my father killed, a man who was already sick and dying, just to get back at me? Who knows what other misdeed you've been up too that you've justified in your twisted sense of justice."

"Just shoot me, kill me already, Beca!" Luisa then screamed while Beca started the record, Zumba music playing. But something was wrong with the music, it was frantic and wild with a few notes being skipped over as if the record was scratched in places. "Just end it! You know you want to, just shoot me right here, in my heart, or blow my brain out!" she begged as terror finally begun clutching her heart, the horrific reality was sinking in as Beca started playing with her lighter again. Her pleas sounding as frantic as the music.

Panic had set in. There was no fighting it anymore.

"Be thankful I'm giving you at least one last dance, you love dancing after all," Beca replied. "Goodbye, Luisa," she then said, turning around, walking away, and fiddling with her lighter, before igniting a flame one last time and tossing the lighter towards the gasoline-soaked ground without even so much as glancing back.

Luisa watched in horror as the fire quickly spread on the ground, up the cinders, and her clothes, before licking her skin. She let out a blood curdling scream as the flames melted her skin, and a hot, sharp, stinging pain covered her whole body. Instinct kicked in and she jumped down form where she sat, and onto the sharps-covered ground, wincing in pain as she struggled to put t the flames out and avoid getting more spikes and sharps to dig into her already wounded feet.

All in vain as she wildly "danced" in flames, screaming, and crying into the dark of night and perhaps up to the early hours of dawn. Right after a report is sent to firefighters about a burning warehouse, and not before they struggled to put the fire out.

No one can say for sure how long the music played, or how long Luisa danced her way into hell before being found as nothing but a body burnt to a crisp the following day.

But one thing was for sure.

The devil made sure she suffered every second of it.

A/N Pt 2: I say Kommissar's end was rather fitting, poetic even, if not horrific. She did cause the death of many though. Burning does cause nerve damage that inflicts intense feeling of pain. Burn victims tend to suffer from physical pain even weeks or months, sometimes for life, after surviving. One can only imagine the pain of being burned alive, what more while dancing with wounded feet over sharps.

Having said that, if this was what Beca had planned for Luisa, one can only imagine what she has in store for Chicago.

Chicago and his lackeys are forever a thorn on Beca's side. But perhaps, not for long.

Anywho…

UPNEXT: A last minute scramble at the docks!