Chapter 5: Kill Them All
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At the Nominos Private hospital, a bent figure slowly approached the entrance, gasping for air as he whimpered in pain, holding up his broken arm.
"Help!" He managed to call out, before collapsing at the front porch, where a security personnel sighted him and rushed to alert the nurses.
They lifted the figure onto a stretcher bed, moving him towards an emergency room. A nurse managed to attain the doctor's attention, informing him of the patient's critical condition.
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Dr Hillary, the hospital's owner, strode quickly, storming into the emergency ward where the patient lay.
"Who brought him here?" He asked, as he wore his gloves, examining the wounds on the unconscious man.
Blood trickled from his head, and his arm was almost divided in two parts, held together by only flesh.
"Sir, he crawled here, all by himself." A nurse answered.
The doctor paused when he heard the words that came out of her mouth.
"We can't help him, transfer him to another hospital." He commanded.
"But Sir, he'll die if we don't treat him immediately." The nurse advised.
Dr Hillary, enraged by her suggestion, lashed out.
"This is a private hospital for the most prestigious individuals in this city." He thundered. "This man is probably poor, and unable to afford the costs of our services. Send him to a general hospital or throw him back into the streets."
The nurses didn't dare to deter his orders as he stepped backwards, waiting for them to take the wounded man away. They immediately began pushing the stretcher out of the ward until the doctor caught sight of the tattoo on his neck.
"Wait!" He yelled, striding towards them to examine the tattoo. It was a cobra tattoo. The reptile's narrow body was drawn to look like the letter 'S'.
Dr. Hillary's expression darkened in terror when he recognized the tattoo.
It belonged to a notorious mafia group, who's leader is wealthy and merciless. He killed whoever crossed him whenever he liked, and had many cops on his payroll, giving him immunity to commit crimes like human trafficking and trading of illicit drugs.
"Sir, is everything alright?" A nurse uttered, snapping Dr. Hillary out of his gaze.
"Ye-Yes, I'm fine." He stammered. "Quick! Move him back into the ward and bring me a pentazocine injection."
He immediately began treating the wounded man, ignoring all other emergencies.
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Thirty minutes later, a man in his late forties walked through the hospital's doors. He strode forward with authority, and it was almost as if a mist surrounded him wherever he went.
He is Jacob Cole, the Slithers' Mafia Don, the leader of the most ruthless gang who controls the city. He was accompanied by his adviser, Michael Smith, an informant who possesses multiple information about other mafia gangs and the police force.
They entered the ward to see the patient whose arm and head had been wrapped with several layers of bandages.
"We found him and the entrance and treated him properly, Sir." Dr. Hillary started nervously.
He was in the presence of the great Slithers' Mafia don, hence, he became extra cautious of his words and actions, in order to stay alive.
Jacob strode to where the bed sat, examining the bandage wrapped around the patient's head. His eyes burned with rage when he saw how messed up the latter was.
Who could be stupid enough to attack a member of his gang?
"I gave him some narcotics to reduce the pain and sedate him, it should wear off in a couple of minutes....." The doctor continued, but didn't seem to get Jacob's attention.
His blabbing came to a stop when the room was filled with the sound of a hard slap, startling him.
"Wake up!" Jacob thundered, striking another slap across the patient's chin.
The patient's eyes rolled open, and his gaze trailed along the walls and ceiling as he tried to regain his consciousness. The process was sped up when he sighted the tall figure standing in front of him. The pain from the sides of his face and his arm came rushing up his spine causing him to wince.
"Father." He called out, his voice trembling.
"Don't 'father' me, you little piece of shit." He spat. "Tell Michael who did this to you so we can take action. Is it the Deltoid gang or the Bernardo's?"
Cole Junior's eyes rolled again as he struggled to regain his memory. "It wasn't a Mafia gang." He explained. "I was with a girl, when a man attacked me, at Perkin's St."
"So you're telling me that some random dude messed you up like this? After all the training I gave you?" He asked, turning away from his son. "You're such a disappointment. I can't believe you're going to be the next Mafia don."
"Father, you don't understand," he muttered. "This guy knew how to fight, he was some kind of mercenary or something. He referred to himself as the judge, jury and executioner."
Jacob's expression twisted as his son narrated. "Keep going, give me more description so we can find and kill him." He seethed.
"Uhm, that's all I could remember." Cole Junior said.
His father turned away from him again, his expression displayed his disgust.
"Wait, he spoke out his name. It was Dimitri, Dimitri Varm or something." Junior exclaimed.
"Dimitri Vaughn?" Michael, Jacob's acquaintance finally spoke.
"You know that name?" Jacob questioned.
"Yes Sir, I did a research on him when his face showed up on the news this morning. Dimitri Vaughn is one of the soldiers who fought in the last Jenero war. He is of high rank and killed hundreds of enemy soldiers. He also owns a mansion located not far from here." Michael explained.
"Well, he might be an ex-militant but he's no match for me. Letting this act slide will only be a sign of weakness." Jacob announced, clenching his fists. "Send for twenty armed men, we'll attack at dawn."
"But Sir, his home is heavily guarded. Attacking him there will only lead to the death of our men, not to mention getting involved in the military." Michael advised, in a soothing tone. "We need to find a more clever way, we'll get him when he's out in the open."
Jacob's expression darkened, and his burning eyes peered through Michael. "Michael, are you insinuating that my order is not clever enough for you?" He asked, picking up a pair of scissors and stepping towards Mickel.
"No Sir, that's not what I meant." Michael explained, his voice trembled.
His murder was soon interrupted by Dr. Hillary who managed to speak up. "Sir Jacob, we found these in your son's clothes." He said, handing an ID card and a phone to Jacob.
Jacob turned away from Michael, snatching the badge from the doctor. It was a work badge with a lady's passport. "Ash-ley Man-hat-tan." He read out the name written on the badge.
"Whose ID is this?" Jacob asked, showing the badge to his son.
Junior immediately recognized the passport. "Yes, it belongs to that girl I told you about, she was working with the man that attacked me." Cole junior explained.
"Well, it seems like we've found the perfect bait to draw out our shark." Jacob illustrated, flinging the badge at Michael's feet. "Run the ID through your system, and pull up CCTV footage for Perkin's street for the past three hours."
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Jacob impatiently waited, slowly pacing back and forth as Michael's fingers wandered above his laptop's keyboard.
Minutes later, he attained video footage of the night's events. "Sir, here it is." Michael announced, tilting the laptop's screen to face Jacob.
The footage showed Dimitri and Ashley entering a black car with the driver in a purple suit.
"So he took her to the mansion, which means we can't get to her either." Jacob reasoned, peering into the laptop's display.
"I also found her identity, she lives in a nearby town and recently moved in with her mother." Michael said. "She's a nobody Sir, I don't think any result will come if we go after her. She could just be some random whore."
"This Dimitri seems like a principled man who doesn't entertain s*x workers." Jacob discerned, trying to come up with a plan.
"That's it! The girl's mother "Jacob exclaimed. "Send some men over to her mum's house, keep her hostage, then call the girl to come home, alone."
Michael didn't like the idea, but he had no choice. Unfortunately, Jacob caught the grin on his face before he could wipe it off.
"What's wrong Michael? Is that plan not smart enough for you?" He asked, in an authoritative tone.
"Of course not, Sir. Your plan is brilliant as always." Michael assured. "It's just, there are too many complications."
"There are no complications." Jacob seethed. "Her mum will be the bait that draws out the fish. And at the end, the fish will be used as bait, to draw out, and kill the shark."
Cole junior gently sprung to his feet, still wincing in pain. "Father, please let me prove my worth by leading this mission." He begged.
His heroic moment was interrupted by Dr. Hillary. "You're in no condition to stand, let alone lead a mission. You need to rest so you can quickly recover." The doctor advised.
His words, though said out of care for the patient, were frowned upon by Jacob. "Who asked you to speak? You have no idea how much strength the Coles possess." He declared, turning back to face his son. "Junior, make sure you kill the fucker yourself, and make it slow and painful. Michael will get the men and weapons ready for your departure."
"Sir, how about the girl and her mother?" Michael asked curiously. "What should we do with them after hunting down the shark?"
"Do what we always do." Jacob answered, a smirk crept across the edges of his lips. "Kill them, kill them all."
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