Sophie opened her eyes. She felt a gnawing pain at the back of her head, she tried to touch it, her hands couldn't move, she had been tied, hands behind her back, and she was made to sit. where is this place? Why am I here? She thought then she remembered, she also remembered how she was kept in the back seat of a car, he had also tied her legs to each leg of a chair, the knot was tight,she couldn't feel her toes. "Are you awake sunshine?" she heard the voice, but she couldn't see the source, she had been blindfolded too. She tried to talk, her throat hurt "hush,hush cupcake, we don't want you talking yet, lets just hope your little friend comes here quickly, my show would start soon, I wouldn't want to miss it" she felt his cold fingers run across her lips. "we wouldn't want you getting any ideas now would we? Nighty night" she felt his fist crash against the back of her head. It then dawned on her that she was the bait, no,she screamed in her head as her consciousness faded, please don't come, please don't wake up.....please.
"Mr Michael,please you shouldn't be moving around, you almost died" the doctor said to Michael as he sat up on his bed "strange, i thought i died. More than once. " "you still have injuries, please rest" the doctor insisted "or I'd have to sedate you" "please" he said as he made for the door, his hands barely touched the knob, he felt the syringe pierce his neck, he had been sedated, "didn't you read my files? " Michael said, as he removed the syringe from his neck, the doctor stood there confused, mouth agape, how is he still standing, no one stays up to five seconds before getting knocked out. "sedatives do not work on me" he grinned at the doctor as he left the room. Outside some officers were talking to Peter, "hey Puffer, you wish i were dead now don't you?" he laughed "I am sure you had made plans for my casket" Peter said nothing, he just handed him a note. It was addressed to him. Dear Michael, when you wake, please head down to this address, hurry, your friend's waiting for you. "where did you find this?" Michael asked "Ms Shaw, Sophie's sister found it outside their home, she called the cops" Peter was worried, Sophie had been kidnapped but he had never seen Michael like this before, he was angry, he hadn't spoken a word, he dressed up took his coat and Peter was meant to take him somewhere close to the warehouse in the address,the kidnapper specified that Michael had to come alone, or Sophie would die. When they got close Michael turned to Peter "can i borrow your gun? " Peter couldn't say anything, Michael was still a civilian, but Sophie. "i understand " Michael said as he tapped his shoulder, "I'd be back" he opened the door, soon he disappeared into the darkness. Peter went out of the car to smoke, he stopped smoking because of Sophie but now he needed it, badly. Outside he felt lighter, something was off. He felt the strap under his arms. His gun was gone.
Michael got to the door of the warehouse, this person took Sophie,he had sentenced himself to death.
Eric, has always had a knack for being a sniper, he was kicked out of the army for killing children, it was their fault for being in my bullet path, my target was escaping, he had nothing to live on till the boss found him. He could do anything now, his boss always wanted quick job, if not for Michael the boss would have been happy with me, I'd kill him, I'd keep on stabbing him after shooting his legs off. His thoughts were interrupted by the creaking ware house door, someone was coming in. A figure fell into the building, he fired. He switched his scope to night mode to see if it was his target, no, but he's here, he threw a bag in, I won't make the same mistake, I'd look closely before firing, does he think he can fool me again and again?.
The shots came from an elevated angle Michael thought to himself, he's on the containers in the ware house, step two in progress, blind the rat.
Eric waited, looking for a human figure through his scope. Something crashed through the window, the light from the flash grenade pierced his eyes, he groaned, he started shooting at the door, again and again, how dare he? He kept on shooting, he's going to die, he can't dodge forever, I'd ki..... His thoughts were disrupted by something cold pressing against his for temple, how?he was sweating, how did he get up here? I didn't hear him "you picked a location without knowing it's in and outs, how disgusting" Michael said, Eric could tell he was in rage,he gulped "step three complete, burn the rat hole" how did he plan this? He just woke up, what sort of monster did we anger? "do you have any last words?" Michael asked,releasing the guns safety "save it, you are not worthy of such" Eric wanted to speak, he couldn't, there was a bullet in his head.