DEALT ( saving his soul )

Chapter one.

Feliks Tyrin stood aimlessly at the Complex's parking lot. His fingers made a show of tapping repeatedly on his phone in pretense of concentration but the corner of his eyes kept on darting towards the entrance of the building while he leaned casually on the side of his simple old blue sedan.

A few minutes later, a huge but slightly shorter than average man with a shiny black mask over his face walked out, clad in a dark grey suit and a golden walking cane in his left hand. He had a slight limp in which one could easily overlook if not keen but Feliks noticed it anyway.

Feliks hoped the man was leaving and judging from the stone-faced heavy muscular men walking alongside and behind him it seemed so. Suppressing his triumph , he watched , a new hopeful gleam in his eyes as the new sleek Mercedes the masked man got into drove off immediately followed by a convoy.

The ups of being an influential wealthy man, Feliks guessed.

Looking left and right, he walked into the building at a fast but unsuspicious pace. He produced a couple of fake documentations at the reception and was let up. Feliks was a mastermind forger, a profession he had expertly specialized in for the past ten years. The pay was good and it was manageably risky except in this case. This assignment involved more than forging and he was not sure he could pull it off especially against an influential man like Mr. Blue. The security already was a challenge and his heart constricted in several different ways when he thought about what would happen to him.

He looked at the metal doors of the elevator as it neared his destined floor and hoped he would be successful in finding that which he was looking for. If it was not here at his work place then it meant it was at his home and that was even a much more risky uphill task. The metal doors opened and he stepped out, quickly walking down a short corridor and stopping in front of a door.

Feliks did not check whether there were surveillance cameras around , he only hoped that as he inserted the forged key inside the lock and swiped the forged identity card against the sensor, it would be assumed he was regular personnel . It was a dangerously careless move but it had to be done.

Carefully walking into the office, his eyes desperately scanned around in impatience of where to begin his search. He decided to start with the huge polished desk and crossed the room to access it. Feliks was about to pull open the first drawer but he heard commotion causing him to quickly look through the window revealed by a small open space in between half closed blinds.

He cursed.

The convoy was back and he saw the stone faced men heading into the building.

He looked around for a hiding place , willing himself not to panic and that is when he noticed the furiously blinking tiny bulb on the table. Feliks hissed in fear, it was a ' break - in ' detector and without a second thought he made for the door only to halt abruptly once he heard footsteps quickly approaching so he did the only thing in mind, he dashed under the desk.

The poor man began trembling when he heard the door open. He hoped the wooden wall he leaned on would protect him from the eyes at the door. A momentary silence filled with anticipation reigned in the room and Feliks had a tiny pulse of hope , he would be spared . He began to solemnly vow that if he lived to see another day , he would completely abandon his way of securing livelihood but unfortunately for him at that particular vowing moment , a pair of heavy boots stopped in front of him and a huge hand reached out to grab him.

Feliks was yanked effortlessly from his hiding place and he came face to face with the dreaded masked man who stood at the door.

" Boss, got him, "

Feliks chocked when the grip on his collar tightened while mismatched eyes narrowed to scrutinize him.

" Bring him, " the voice rasped. Its poor quality causing Feliks to cringe.

The man spun around and left while Feliks was roughly dragged behind him.

*******

" What is your name ? "

" Feliks Tyrin , "

" What do you do ? "

" I'm a sales man , "

" What do you do ? "

" I'm a sales - scream ! "

" I asked what you do ? "

" I don't - scream ! "

" What do you do ? "

" A forger ! I forge documents, passports, any thing for a living, "

" I see. Who sent you ? "

Silence.

" What is your name ? "

" Tyrin Feliks...I mean Feliks - scream ! "

" What is your name ? "

" Feliks Tyrin, "

" Who sent you ? "

" I don't know - scream ! "

" Who sent you ? "

" Cannot say - scream ! "

" WHO. SENT. YOU ? "

" Please ! No more - scream ! "

" Felix , you are making this hard...no use to resist just answer every question like a good little boy . Look at me ! "

His eyes snapped up at the man with the bloody chainsaw.

" I need you to look at the boss, "

Panting in pain, his eyes darted to the man perched on a stool, both arms resting on his walking cane. His black shiny mask hiding any emotion but mismatched eyes intense on him.

" Who sent you ? "

Silence.

" What do you do ? "

" I already said - scream ! "

" What do you do ? "

" A forger ! "

" What is the color of your shirt ? "

" Blue ! "

" What is your name ? "

" Feliks Tyrin ! "

" What day is today ? "

" Err .... Tuesday ! Tuesday ! "

" Who sent you ? "

Silence. Scream !

" Who sent you ? "

" Mr. Yong ! Mr. Yong ! Mr. Yong ! ..." Trails off in a cry.

" To do what ? "

Silence

" To do what ? "

" I don't know - scream ! "

His eyes rolled up his head .

Feliks passed out.

" Boss ? "

" Rid of him , " he rasped and straighten up from the stool.

" Yes boss, "

" But first the...saw...Lan, " his voice broke.

" Certainly, Mr. Blue, " Lan handed over that chain saw to his boss.

Lan's eyes softening as he observed the agony in the mismatched eyes as his boss cleared his throat. His boss, Mr. Jonathan Blue could never utter a full statement without the voice breaking off so the huge man rarely spoke . In the past , it was until he raised his voice but the damage had worsened over the years despite medical efforts so it rendered Mr. Blue almost speechless. The huge man always avoided speech and if he did , it was a maximum of three words except when he was with Lan then he allowed his vocal weakness to show.

" Three fingers would... certainly send message, " Jonathan's voice struggled but easily chopped off the three members of the unconscious man's hand.

" Post it to ... Mr. Yong , "

" Certainly Boss, " Lan said and watched his boss slowly walk out . A slight limp in his steps.