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Adrenalin gave him a new burst of energy, and he dragged himself to his feet, bleeding from the ass, but alive. He began to pull the heavy double doors shut. If he could just get them locked and make it up the stairs…

12

Much to Ivan’s disgust, the reunited lovers spent most of the drive home tonguing each other’s mouths while he pretended to study the wet Chicago streets through the tinted window. Back in the Arrivals lounge of O’Hare, the couple had reunited with an ostentatious but somehow hollow display of affection that had drawn furtive glances from other travelers. Tatiana Molenski had barely acknowledged Ivan.

That suited him fine. He wasn’t fond of her either. She was the Russian equivalent of white trash, a girl from the slums of Moscow who had won the lottery by hooking up with Molenski on one of his frequent trips home. Not only that, she wore too much makeup and was loud and obnoxious. He couldn’t deny, though; she was a beautiful woman under all the shit she plastered on her face. Unfortunately, her beauty was only skin deep, and not in Inga’s league.

His mind turned back to Inga.

Interestingly, Molenski hadn’t mentioned his new toy to his wife. As a rule, they shared the same carnal tastes, whether it be girls or drugs, and Ivan often had to bear silent witness to their debauchery. Clearly, Molenski wanted to enjoy this particular ‘item’ all by himself.

Not soon enough for Ivan, they arrived back at the estate. They were waved through the gate by the sentry and the driver carefully negotiated the long drive up to the front of the house. Ivan got out and held the door open for the boss and his wife. He was about to follow them in when Molenski turned and held up his hand, leaning in close.

“Go down to the basement with the car and check on my package, will you?” His lipstick smeared lips curled into a smile. “Tatiana and I will be busy for a while, so don’t hurry back.”

Ivan nodded and returned to the car. As he settled into the front passenger seat, he had a small, happy smile on his face. What a break! He would avoid having to watch the Molenski’s go at it like rabbits, and he would get to see Inga.

He watched until the guards at the front door had ushered the couple through and then closed the door.

“Let’s go.”

The driver followed the winding driveway around the flamboyant fountain in front of the mansion and then headed towards the ramp that led down into the basement.

Molenski had told him not to hurry, and Ivan decided he would push that boundary to the limit. He felt like an excited schoolboy at the prospect of spending more time with Inga. Again, his mind turned to the fantasy of taking her and escaping before the evil bastard got his hands on her again.

At the bottom of the ramp, the driver swung the car right, heading towards the limousine’s parking space. Ivan looked towards the Red Room, but the basement was dark, and his eyes hadn’t yet adjusted from the late afternoon brightness.

Why were the florescent lights in the ceiling off?

The driver switched on the headlights, illuminating the floor ahead of them. They both saw the pale shape on the floor at the same time.

“What is that?” asked the driver, leaning over the wheel. “Trash?”

“Stop the car,” Ivan ordered.

As the car containing Ivan was beginning its descent down the ramp just 200 feet away, Inga fired again. The bullet struck the door Charlie was closing just inches from his face. A splinter of hot wood flew into his eye.

“Fuck!” He clapped a hand over his wounded eye and turned, forgetting about the door, and scrambled up the stairs as fast as his wounded body would carry him.

In hunter mode, Inga heard the car engine coming down the ramp but ignored it. She crossed the last fifty feet purposefully and kicked the still ajar double doors open with a crash and walked through.

Charlie, with his strength fading, had managed to struggle to the first landing but had now fallen to his knees, crawling across the marble as fast as his injury would allow. He had just placed his hand on the first step of the second flight when he heard her sweet voice below.

“Target reacquired.”

Charlie sobbed.

He didn’t hear her stockinged feet upon the stairs but sensed death approaching, nonetheless. He collapsed and rested his cheek against the cold marble and waited. Perhaps she would think he was dead and pass by?

She didn’t pass him by. From his vantage, he saw her come to a standstill next to him, her petite feet just inches from his face. A single drop of blood stood out starkly on the top of one of the white socks.

“Do it…” he croaked and closed his eyes as he waited for the bullet that would end his life.

A second passed. Then another. He was still alive. He opened his eyes. One of her feet had disappeared from his view, he understood why when he felt it’s soft, warm sole come to rest on the nape of his neck.

It was when she began to apply pressure that he felt her enormous strength. His life ended with a whimper and a gruesome cracking sound. The human form robot looked down at him emotionlessly for a moment, then bent over and closed his eyes before continuing up the stairs into the quiet house.

Ivan didn’t waste any time. He got out and walked straight across to the object. When he saw what it was, he stopped dead in his tracks, reached into his jacket and pulled out his Beretta. He crouched and immediately began to make his way back to the car, scanning the darkened expanse of the basement as he kept the car between himself and the guard’s quarters.

“What is it?” called the driver, inching the car forward for a better look.

Ivan made a slashing movement across his throat, but the driver didn’t see him. He was too busy staring in horror at the severed arm, the chunky gold ring on one of its stiffened fingers glinting in the headlights.

“Jesus Christ!”

“Turn the fucking lights off!” Ivan whispered, as he reached the driver’s side window.

The driver did just that, thankful when the relative darkness of the basement fell like a shroud over the gory offering.

“Stay in the car. When I’m clear, drive over to the internal staircase and wait with the engine running, we may have to evacuate the boss.”

The pale faced driver nodded. Ivan eyed him a bit longer as though to make sure he wasn’t going to flee, then ducked again as he made his way to the wall. Keeping in the shadows, he began to move along it towards the southern end of the basement and the Red Room.

As his eyes adjusted to the filtered light coming in the windows high on the basement walls, he could see that the door was open and that there was at least one shape on the floor in front of it.

So focused was he, that he didn’t even hear the driver put the car into drive and begin to move it slowly to the opposite end of the basement as he had been instructed.

Truth be told, right then, Ivan was more worried about Inga than Molenski. If they were under attack, the boss had many guards in the house, but Inga, well she had been left all alone in the Red Room and if any fucker had hurt her he would… well, he didn’t know what he would do, but the thought of someone touching her, let alone hurting her, drove him wild.

When he was close enough, he left the perceived safety of the wall and, with weapon in hand, ran to the last pillar in front of the guard’s room. There were three bodies that he could see; all appeared to be men.

He paused, gauging the situation and ensuring there was no movement in either of the open doorways. When he was satisfied, he rounded the pillar and headed for the open door of the guard’s room.

He passed the first body. Milos. There was no need to check for a pulse. He quickly glanced into the guard’s quarters and confirmed it was empty before edging along the wall and carefully stepping over Ray’s body.