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Aleksander
The lock explodes as soon as I fire at it, and the door swings open with no resistance at all.
It’s lucky that I was able to figure out where this woman’s room is, or this whole situation could have ended even worse. I can’t relax now – there are still agents here that have been tasked with killing me on sight, but I’ve encountered these men before. They’re impulsive and stupid, just like Grisha.
I hear a scream from inside the room, and as I step further in, I see her cowering on the floor only seven feet from a man with a gun trained on her head. He’s dressed in a police uniform, which is amateurish and conspicuous to someone who knows what the fuck they’re doing.
So why did this woman let them in?
Without hesitation, I fire twice into the skull of the first man, blowing an asymmetrical red streak across the wall behind him. He slumps to his knees, eventually landing facedown on the floor. The woman screams again, and I’m still too preoccupied with getting out alive that I have no idea how to shut her up. If she attracts the wrong attention, this whole thing is fucked.
More shouting follows the gunshots, and another man emerges from behind a wall near the bathroom. He’s bigger and more imposing, but his ego won’t save him from a bullet through his heart. I fire two more rounds, and he jerks back with each hit until he falls backward into the wall behind him. His blood smears the paint as he slides down, his eyes furious and betrayed. Perhaps betrayed by his judgment, perhaps Grisha. Either way, he’s gone in a matter of minutes.
“Who the fuck are you!?” screams the woman, staring up at me with wild, glassy eyes.
I don’t respond. Instead, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, igniting a series of semi-painful slaps and punches into my back.
“Put me down right now! Who the fuck are you? I’ll make sure you rot in prison for this, you fucking asshole!” she screams, pounding into my back with all her strength. Fortunately for me, she isn’t very strong, and her attempts to subdue me fall short.
As if by some miracle, she gives up the fight after a few minutes of fruitless battering. She might just be exhausted from the entire situation. Whatever it is, I need to use it to my advantage before she regains her confidence and decides to cause problems.
I glance around the room a few times without seeing the briefcase. Even though I know it’s worthless, the fact that I saw her carrying it indicates some level of importance. Seeing that she’s been stalked and apprehended for it already makes me even more certain that she’s involved somehow.
Without the briefcase, she might be totally worthless.
“Where is it?” I ask under my breath.
She screams damn near loud enough to break the sound barrier, and I’m shocked that my ears haven’t started to bleed profusely.
“What the fuck do you want? What are you asking for? I don’t have anything! For fucksake!”
More pounding into my back.
“The briefcase! I know you have it. Now, where the hell is it?” I reply, growing anxious about getting caught with how much she’s screaming on top of the gunshots. I’d be surprised if thereweren’tten squad cars swarming the ground floor right now.
“I gave it to the goddamn front desk! It was empty! Go fucking ask them for it!”
Fuck.
That could be even worse.
Now that I know that the search for the briefcase is hopeless, it’s time to get the hell out of this place without drawing too much attention. Fortunately, in a place like Vegas, it’s not uncommon to see a man carrying a belligerent woman back to her room after she’s been pounding back shots at the slot machines. This woman might be just a little too alert for anyone to believe that she’s blitzed, but all I can do is try. With every minute I waste deliberating, my brother could be getting closer to death.
My car is parked in a parking structure just outside the hotel, but I’m on the other side of the damn thing. There’s a catwalk from the seventh floor, so I can probably make it out that way without having to go through the lobby.
I slip out the door, holding the woman down as much as possible to keep her from flailing. She’s being surprisingly cooperative, and I’m wondering what those other men did to her to get her to trust me so quickly. Trust might not be the best word, but the fact that she’s not trying to scratch my eyes out is a promising sign.
We pass by a few people on our way to the first elevator down. There’s a group of men, none of them older than thirty, who are plastered beyond oblivion. If any of them were even moderately sober, I’m sure one of them would have at least questioned me about the woman on my shoulder. Instead, they were all enthralled about it.
“Damn dude, nice,” one of them slurs, opening his eyes too wide to compensate for the beer goggles.
I scoff and exit the elevator.
I’m holding my breath the entire time I’m carrying her through the hallway until I reach the glass door to the catwalk. There’s nobody in here, and it would be eerie to stand in here alone at this hour, but I have no time to think about that right now. It’s a rare blessing, and I’ll leave it at that.
I unlock my Ferrari from across the lot before I reach it, tossing the woman into the back seat and immediately jumping into the front. She tries to stagger herself into a less compromised position, but I jerk her back onto her side as soon as the car starts. I take off quickly enough to discourage jumping out, and I crash through the block at the bottom of the exit.
