Chapter 6: Under siege
When I came back from my jog the next morning, the television was on. I looked for David and couldn’t find him anywhere in the apartment. I turned the television off and the silence in my modestly small apartment finally hit me. It was quiet yes, too quiet. Something seemed off but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I looked around the room carefully.
I had no idea why I was being so careful but my instincts were telling me I wasn’t alone. Suddenly fear grabbed onto me, screamed to me that Jefferson had found me and had sent someone to kill me.
‘Calm down Kat. This is no way to greet a guest’ I thought.
I walked past the sofa to a small desk. I opened the drawer and looked at the gun resting there. I took it in silence and stopped, eyes closed. I could footsteps. I tried to see how many men there were. One. I opened my eyes and grinned. What kind of fool would come alone in my house to kill me? I didn’t move, my arms resting by my sides, my left one holding the gun, the canon towards the floor.
I stood there, eyes closed and relaxed for a while, listening to the intruder’s footsteps in my apartment. They were getting closer and closer. Suddenly I turned around as quickly as I could and started to press on the trigger but stopped midway, just in time. I stood there, my canon towards somebody I hadn’t seen in such a long time.
“Ok! Don’t worry… It’s just me!” said the intruder, his hands in the air.
I didn’t lower down my guard and kept both hands on the gun, the barrel still towards him.
“It’s when you say that that I start to worry. Speak! What are you doing here?” I said strong and cold.
I took a step towards him.
“I’m here to deliver a message from the boss…”he started slowly.
“Faster! I don’t have all day!” I said moving closer.
“Okay… he wants to offer you a job in the business again… you know as a thief and he also told me to—“ but I raised a hand showing to shut up.
I looked at the other door of the living room and whispered.
“Do you have a weapon with you?”
“Yes. Why?” he answered.
“Because you’re not my only visitor today… It seems,” I turned towards the door.” And they haven’t inherited your sense of honour…” I said as I hurried to the door of the living room. I placed my back to the wall next to the exit.
I could hear them clearly now I closed my eyes and tried to count how many there were. One, two, three, four… There were more then five, on my side at least. I opened my eyes and looked at my old partner. One look at each other was enough for both to understand what there was to do though our past training wasn’t too much either.
We waited a few minutes then nodded and both go out of the room. Walking slowly in the corridor leading to David’s bureau, I was careful to look in every room before passing by them. I knew my back was covered because I knew I could trust my old partner.
I stopped in front of the desk room of my fiancé. They were two only in this room, I kicked the door open and jumped in, I shot twice and hit both targets by ricochet. I stood there a moment, looking at the bodies lying on the carpet floor, before walking out of the room and down the corridor I had come from, gun in the air.
That’s when I heard it. There was a helicopter close by.
“Jason!” I screamed, running down the corridor. I stopped in the doorway of my bedroom.
Jason was on the ground. I barely had time to look up, twirl out of the room before I heard two shot fired. It had been a close one, too close, and I had been reckless by coming in like this. Now, I had to wait for the right moment coming in. Jason would live, I’d seen him breathing. I ha arrived at the right moment; if I hadn’t appeared n the doorway when I had, he would’ve been killed.
It’s when I heard them charge their guns that I knew that was my cue. I came back in and shot twice before diving and rolling on the ground to get closer to the third enemy. I ended up lying on my back. I swung my legs and tripped the man. Taking this opportunity to make his appearance, the fourth man started running towards me. I rolled on my stomach, grabbed my gun but I wasn’t quick enough and I felt a sharp pain in my right thigh. I rolled on my back, pushing the pain away for now, and shot the third man; the one who’d just shot me. I pulled the trigger to shoot the fourth man but a click let me know I was out of bullets.
“Shit!” I let out.
The fourth man, not bothering to grab his co-worker’s gun jumped on me and tried to kill me with a knife. I grabbed his wrists, trying to keep his blade away from me. At the corner of my eye, I spotted something moving. Jason was awake and walking to get a gun, knowing I could hold the man for a little bit.
I could still hear the helicopter flying around my apartment building. My full attention went from the man I was fighting to the window. I saw to strings unroll and I knew men would slide down from them. I looked towards my ex-partner.
“Jason, the window!” I screamed.
He looked up at the window in time to shoot one man. I saw the other swing back and forth before he broke the window and entered the room. He jumped on Jason. Damn! Time to get this over with.
I transferred my attention to my main problem. I tighten my grip on the man’s wrists until I heard the satisfying sound of the knife hitting the ground. I hit him between the legs with my unhurt leg and let go of one his wrist to hit him in the face with my elbow. The man rolled beside me.
I grabbed the knife and threw it at the man still standing. He fell backward, the knife still in his back. I stood up as fast as I could with my injured leg. I heard another window breaking and footsteps running in the apartment’s corridors. More of them? Damn it! When would it be over?
“Drea!!! Behind you!!” was the last thing I heard before everything turned to darkness.
I have no clue how long I stayed like this, unconscious, but when I came back to me senses, I was lying on my bed. The only thing preventing me from being cold was the sheet and the warm body next to me. Although I was alive, conscious again, I didn’t open my eyes right away. Who was lying next to me? Who had knocked me out? How long had I been sleeping? Questions kept coming in my mind, increasing my headache considerably.
“Ugh…” I groaned.
“Kat?” I heard somebody next to me say. “Kat are you okay? Talk to me Kat! Talk to me! Say something!”
“Shut it! I’ve got tambourines in my head right now, and their accompanied by canon shots.” I said drowsily.
He laughed. He LAUGHED!!!! The idiot.
“What’s… so funny?” I said opening one eye then the other and turning my head to look at David.
“I thought you were going to die but you’ll survive.” He said with a smile in his voice but worries in his eyes.
I gave him and narrowed look and he laughed again.
“What tells you I’m not already dead?” I asked even though I very well knew I was alive.
“Because I love you…” He said with a smirk.
I felt his soft lips pressed against mine. They warmth of his lips against my cold ones made me shiver. Either he liked this new aspect or felt me shiver but he deepened the kiss. We could’ve gone further but a cough brought us back down to earth. We broke apart from each other like a couple caught in fault.
Jason was standing in the doorway when I sat on the edge on the bed. I still had a headache but at least the world wasn’t spinning around. I smiled at him.
“You go home Jason. I quit years ago and I’m not planning on starting to steal again. I’m retired.” I said feeling David’s confused gaze in my back.
Jason bowed his head in silence and walked out of the room.
I sat there in silence for a long time, at least until I was sure Jason was gone. I turned to David.
“Jason was my old partner. He came with a message from my old boss… they… they wanted me to work as a thief again…” I informed him.
He nodded comprehensively and sat next to me. He passed his arms around my shoulders and I lay my head on his shoulder, feeling safe once more. I could feel the wind coming from the broken window.
“Thank you David… for saving us…” I whispered.
He kissed my forehead silently and I closed my eyes.
David watched her lovingly until he was sure his fiancé had fallen asleep. He kissed her on the forehead and turned his back to her after he’d lay her on the bed, covering her with the sheet. He took his head in his hands and sighed. When he raised his head, he’d gotten a hold on his emotions. Now wasn’t the time to break down, for her, he had to be strong and figure out who could’ve tried to attack and steal from his desk. He looked at her once more. She always looked so peaceful when she slept. He stood up and started to walk towards the doorway, He stopped in the doorway to look at her one last time before exiting the room and heading for his desk room.
H walked slowly and entered the room.
“Now, where had we left it off?” He asked rolling up his sleeves.
“Way to go Aikwan!” said Shawn as he sat in his chair in front of his partner.
Aikwan smiled, typing on her computer.
“Why aren’t you happy about it?” asked her partner with a frown.
“Because we still have to see if we can connect our man to the murder victims and if his fingerprints match the ones we found.” She replied dryly.
Shawn looked away, annoyed. He looked back at her, raising an eyebrow.
“You’re telling me you’re not proud of yourself?” he asked, playing with a ball of elastics taken from her desk.
Aikwan look at him, grabbed the ball of elastics and said:
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you.” She put the ball in her drawer and closed it.
She didn’t know why but the girl she’d met that night kept coming back to mind every time she would think of the ball. The FBI agent surprised herself by thinking of looking for her through the records to find her. Something was telling her she wouldn’t need to do that.
“…Kwan… Aikwan… Are you listening to what I’m saying?” said a voice.
The woman looked up saying:
“What?” she asked, looking at her superior.
“As I was saying, the fingerprints of our man don’t match…” he repeated.
Aikwan was stunned. She took her reading glasses off and stood up.
“What do you mean they don’t match?” asked Shawn before Aikwan even opened her mouth to ask her.
Their boss turned to him.
“I mean what I said. The fingerprints taken on the bodies are not the same as the ones from the man you caught.” He said patiently.
Unable to say anything more, Aikwan looked down at her desk in silence. The prints didn’t match but the man might know what had truly happened. She looked back at her superior with a determined look.
“We’ll keep searching for the killer sir. In the mean time, has he been interrogated yet?” she asked him, an idea in the back of her mind.
Shawn looked at her, wondering what she was thinking. Their superior sighed and eyed his best agent suspiciously.
“No, he hasn’t and even if I know I’ll regret it later, you can see to it that we get the information we need from him…” he started and continued seeing she was starting to assemble her things, he raised a hand to stop her.” I want you to follow the rules.” He turned to Shawn.
Taking this opportunity, Aikwan left before her boss changed his mind.
“Shawn, I want you to go with her. Just make sure she doesn’t get into trouble. Again…” He said.
Shawn nodded and ran to catch up with Aikwan.
“Looks like I’m doing this with you.” Said Shawn as he caught up with her.
Aikwan looked at him from the corner of her eye.
“He wants you to keep an eye on me doesn’t he?” She asked. Shawn didn’t say anything. She sighed.” I’m old enough to look after myself you know!” she spit out dryly.
Shawn smiled and arranged his collar.
“It’s not me you’ve got to convince Aikwan. Boss’ orders.” He said as they pushed the doors to the interrogation room and entered.
When I opened my eyes, David was gone. I looked around our bedroom but I couldn’t find him. Normally I would’ve found this quite normal but not today. I tried to sit up but a sharp pain in my stomach and my hip forced me to lie down again. I groaned. It hurt so much. Pushing the pain back, I forced my body in a sitting position. I could feel the wound re-opening a little bit but I didn’t let it stop me from standing up. That’s when I heard a scream. I raised my head up quickly. Had I just imagined that? Why did it seem to be coming from my fiancé’s desk room? I knew it wasn’t his but who’s was it?
Helping myself with the walls, I was able to reach the desk room. I was in pain and my wound had re-opened more but right now, it was the last thing on my mind. I put a hand on the door and the other on the handle. I opened the door just a little, enough to see in and let the voices carry out of the room. I was expecting noise and maybe some sort of fighting but I had bargained more than I would’ve wished. The smell of blood was so strong I drew a hand over my mouth in disgust. I could hear noise, noise of torture; and there was a voice, David’s. I calmed my emotions and listened.
“I’ll ask it again. Who sent you here?” asked David harshly.
No answers but the drip drop of blood hitting the floor. I closed my eyes, trying to push back the image emerging in my mind.
“Let me ask you one more time…” I heard an object piecing flesh; the man screamed and the dagger was pulled out.
I closed my eyes and gasped. My hand was shaking.
By the strength of the smell of blood, I knew the man was weak from blood loss, or should be. I heard him groan in pain and he staggered in his answer barely audible:
“Dragonclaw…” He barely whispered.
I had heard that name before. It was familiar.
“Who were you sent to kill?” asked my fiancé.
I leaned against the wall, my eyes still closed. I was starting to feel weak. My knees were shaking and I felt dizzy. I didn’t hear the footsteps nor did I feel myself falling down but I must have because I felt somebody picking me up before I blacked out.
When I opened my eyes the next morning, I found David asleep in the chair he’d pulled close to the bed. I smiled. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep. I reached out, stretching my arm as much as I could but I couldn’t touch him. I sighed and stared at the ceiling instead. He must’ve been asleep lightly because he woke up and looked at me. I turned my head to him and smiled.
“Good morning sunshine.” I told him.
He sat himself comfortably in the chair and by the look on his face I could tell something wasn’t right.
“Why do I get the feeling you’re gonna tell me something I don’t want to hear?”
“Because you don’t want to hear it.” He said, looking down.
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