The Last Kill

The Final Strike

Detective Miller got home tired, it wasn't as cold as it was earlier, but he still couldn't sleep, he wouldn't dare sleep on this, even if he tried, he's been reminiscing about Silas's intel about NexusCore that he's armed with.

Firstly, he had always known that there indeed was something fishy about Eleanor Vance and NexusCore, but the courage to get in and interrogate was what was missing, when he did finally find it, he summoned it up, and moved. That day, he didn't see Vance, but he saw a lot of fishy criminal work going on at NexusCore, things he wrote down in his note pad for further clarification.

And he later, luckily, had a bullet swiftly pass by him while walking through the security hallway. It was Silas in a fight with Kira, he had passed that lady in the hallway, but was faced with Silas. He's known Silas, and all he could do, both the good and the bad, and yes he was a detective, he didn't want to get into trouble with a Mafia lord, retired now, but s**t runs in the blood. Dirty things.

Now he's armed, ready, and dangerously about to launch a massive raid on Vance’s primary corporate offices, thanks to Silas Volkov, he was going to be doing this alone.

He moved with immediate steps, hiding his face from the cameras, and dashed into every office in the security hallway, they all got startled, and then handcuffed to their desk, everyone of them, none of them could move even an inch. But unluckily, someone triggered the alarms, and all went off, and Vance got a message that she was in danger, and the person—whoever they were—was coming for her and her acts. Vance quickly had her men guide her to the helipad on the roof, and with haste and desperation, she destroyed every evidence that would make her end in jail.

The alarms were sounding freely, like they've never sounded before, blowing loudly ever, as Detective Miller walked through the hallways, through the levels to the top where Vance had her office, but she wasn't there. The office was scattered, and smelled like Antiseptic. He scanned through her desk, opening cupboard after cupboard, cursing about the fact that she was gone, nothing in the cupboards, no file he could keep. Walking back into the hallway, he heard the helicopter's rotor, he hurried up the stairs to the roof, into a swirl of dust, he put his hand over his face and squinted, trying to look, it was her, Eleanor Vance, and she was already in the air.

•••

Silas was home, trying to hack the location of The Architect using the last number he called with, he was certain that Detective Miller would end Vance, with all that intel he got, he had to go after The Architect. Finally, the system picked the location of the phone number, a green dot beeped on the map on his monitor, and he cracked his fingers ready to roll.

Now, there was a vast, subterranean complex just beneath an innocuous historical landmark. The air was thick with smoke from burning servers and the scent of ozone. Silas had been to all kinds of places, so even if this place was hell, he was ready to go in and slay the devil. He drove in, screeching, as his car came to a halt. The place looked dead. Like apocalyptically dead.

We'll face it, he told himself, once and for all.

Two men came out of the building, they wore dark shades over their eyes, a dark long coat and cowboy boots, and had arms, serious looking machine guns.

Silas came out of the car and walked up to them.

“Stop!” They screamed, “Identify yourself?”

“Silas Volkov.” He said, raising his hands in surrender.

The men had heard that name before, they looked to themselves and back to him, “Fire!” One yelled!

And they opened fire at him, he ran back to his car on hearing fire, his for a while, and knew that he was around The Architect. It was either he dies or The Architect does, which it was looking like he could take down these two, but The Architect was smarter than that, smarter than putting his best men forward first. But it was only him, he was his best man. He checked his gun, made sure stuff was intact, once they stopped he opened fire at the one reloading, and then at the other, and they dropped to the ground. He washed up to them and took their machine gun from then, he hung one, and held the other, then he opened their mask, first person was Jax, Silas stood back, he wasn't dead, he had blood from his mouth, and he was coughing uncontrollably.

“Jax,” he said, “you…”

“Make sure you end him, Silas.”

“How many of you are in there?” Silas asked. Remembering when Jax met him at his office and told him much he didn't know about The Architect, he realized that he worked for him, Jax worked for both his enemies. But why would one be uncoordinate I'm his dealings?

“Not so many anymore. I mean..” he coughed, and specks of blood sputtered out, “even though, it's not something you couldn't do.”

Silas put the machine gun to Jax's head, “sorry man.” And ended him.

He walked majestically into the building, dark and smelt of urine, and baked food all at once. There was a cold figure on the distance, he walked directly up, it was a man, they stared at themselves for longer, and Silas said, “This deal is over.”

“Who are you again?”

“Silas Volkov, where's The Architect?”

“Here, everywhere, you've killed parts of Him.”

“Who the f**k are you?” Silas raised his arms against the man, pointing it directly at his head, “and don't fuckin' tell me that you are The Architect, and you are this dumb, trust me you won't die like them.”

“Kira died in your hands, you killed my workmanship, I built her, trained her to what she was. I'm only a direct link to your earliest days.”