Hunt Down Rose

Chapter 5: Close Encounter (Part II)

“Why should I say anything to you?" He said to me still in a state of shock.

Being a man of a few words, I pulled a knife out of my pocket and gave it to him.

“It’s a matter of life and death, making our situations worse at this very moment. If you can’t cooperate, it's fine with me I tell you, however ,don’t blame me on the consequences of your ignorance.”

He looked at his hand with the knife folded in his direction. It may have taken him a few seconds to realize how awful the situation is for him and for his family.

“You should’ve at least told me something.”

"You ran away quickly like a rat. How the hell am I supposed to talk to you like that?" 

"You do have a point but, I'm just being cautious. I've been receiving a lot of threats this week. I want to go abroad but I feel someone is watching me."

“Are you a police officer? Please call the 911 immediately.” He added.

“No I’m not from the local police but rather I work for the Interpol.” I was lying about that part to prevent any suspicion on the N.B.I.

"I guess you do have something to tell me after all," I said to him as we walked across the fences, headed towards his yard, and entered his house removing the cuffs off of his hand. 

"What do you mean tell you?" Sitting down on his sofa as I tried to lock the door.

"According to some of the information that I have, the person behind this is crazy enough to leave a lot of trash on his path. I don’t know why but it is. I went to Mr. Calvin to ask some questions and I found different facts about our so-called boss.'

"What is it then?"

"This is the paper that I found last week on the isolated kitchen floor."

"Do you have any clues about this one?”

"Yes but I only heard a few things." Giving the piece of paper back to me.

“This was supposed to be some sort of location for something whatever it is must be important to be worth this trouble. Besides, I’m not sure if this is even relevant to Mr. Yun himself."

"And you know about this, how?" 

"I heard their conversation 3 days before Mr. Yun was killed. Then from out of the shadow, I saw a dark figure looking at me. He must've seen me listening to their meeting that is why they are after me at this moment."

"Wouldn’t it be nonsense to let you live this long?"

"What do you mean let me live?! So you want me to die?! "

"It's not like that. I mean if I would have the reason and ability to kill someone, why should I do it in a specific schedule? "

"You mean whoever is after me, enjoys seeing me suffer in fear."

"If that is how you see it. For me, it’s mere child’s play to after someone related to anyone with power.”

“However there seems to be something about this signature that delays the masterminds’ actions. You are just another target practice for these guys apparently.”

*sighing* "I can’t believe I am stuck in the middle of this mess!"

Then out of a sudden, I noticed 2 vehicles parked in front of Mr. Hassif's house, BMW's with a black paint job and thick rims. The type of vehicle you will enjoy smashing to walls and bridges. 

I stood up barricading the doors with sort of items then he approached me and asked "What is this all about now?!"

"Do you have any other reservations on your birthday?"

"Reservations of what?"

"Funeral service because those people outside are after you."

"How can you even say that?!"

"Their vehicles are heavy-duty and bulletproof. They expect that somehow normal vehicles cannot withstand bullet power on the entrance gate so they had everything prepared including guns. "

He started to panic drastically pulling some stuff out of a box. I slapped him on his head "Just go directly to your room and hide on your cabinet in the dressing room. I'll take care of these guys." I said to him as he rushed his way upstairs.

A few of them were looking from a distance, securing the perimeter of their mission. They are fixed on checking the area for hostiles and disturbances while I started to pull some meat on the fridge and some liver spread along with some nasty blood coming from the frozen meats. I started placing some blood on my neck and propped up some wound marks with the use of meat and liver spread. It will be realistic enough to say that it is a cut from my neck killing me by bleeding, and the smell of the blood would be absorbed by the liver spread making it look like a seemingly decayed part of the body. 

Not to mention the smashed doors on the back would indicate them that someone must’ve entered the place before them, giving a safe impression that their target might be dead in some cases.  Having my knives ready I sat down on the sofa waiting for them to come inside. My eyes are motionless until they come inside to check each and every room for him.

 I saw shadows from outside, with an estimated number of 5 people on the windows. As they began to knock I prepared myself for their forceful entrance. With an expected response they smashed the door with a crowbar and started pointing guns everywhere. 

They saw me looking on the chandelier, motionless, emotionless, dead, and rotten based on my made-up wound on my neck. 

"I guess this is the reason why the boss wants us to take care of this business with guns after all." 

"Just because we have a dead guy here doesn’t mean he's tough."

"You really are intimidated on such things, hahaha."

Then he got closer to my position about to grab the knife I am holding. With my response, I immediately stabbed him in his arm, used his body as a human shield while using his gun to counter the bullets being fired up in my direction. With only less than 2 seconds to perform my attack, I threw a knife directly to their throats and finished them off with a mercy shot from their own guns. Noticing that there are 2 more people outside, they entered quickly drawing their weapons shooting at me.

Luring them, I shot the chandelier I was looking upon and it fell to their heads flat as a hammer. With all this mess I've made it will be easy to tell that Mr. Hassif defended himself against these attackers and successfully survived. My disguise and fingerprints would be untraceable since I created another batch of prosthetic skins to match my tone. Calling his name upstairs I can hear a noisy set off footsteps with a bit of agitation of some sort.  

"Is it over?"

"What do you think?"

"Oh, and what the heck happened here to my living room?!"

"We had a little bit of a chat with your friends and that’s all."

(To Be Continued)