M.a.i.n.e. Frame PC II
by Sam Lakes
Copyright © 2006 All Rights Reserved
“Something’s not right. I’m going in there,” said Darryl.
“I agree,” said Niki as they got out of the Citroen and walk toward the café they’d seen Kevin and Colt enter.
The café was empty with the exception of the bartender who stood six feet seven with muscles to match. His stature didn’t faze Niki in the slightest as Niki without warning slammed his palm into the guy’s face breaking the bartender’s nose and sent him flying backwards. With lightening speed Niki leapt over and behind the bar and delivered a well placed kick to the man’s groin causing him to double over to meet Niki’s knee smashing into his face again. The bartender fell to the floor.
“You move. You die,” Niki said in Russian.
At that moment the waiter entered the room from the kitchen holding a gun which was pointed at Nikita. “You move. You die. Nikita, I can’t say it’s good to see you but it will be my pleasure to kill you. No doubt that your uncle will reward me. You should have known better than to join up with that kid, but then you fags are all the same.”
“Petrov, I hate to disappoint you but today is not your lucky day,” Niki said with a smile.
At that moment Niki hit the ground as Darryl delivered blow to Petrov’s head with an empty wine bottle. The gun fired and a bottle of Remy shattered.
“Damn, waste of a good cognac,” said Darryl with almost a straight face.
He quickly retrieved the gun and checked out the kitchen. “Clear.”
Re-entering the café from the kitchen with a bucket of ice water he proceeded to dump the water onto the unconscious Petrov.
In the meantime Niki had bound and gagged the bartender with an electrical cord. “Now don’t move or you’ll choke yourself to death,” he said to the bartender, “Really Romanoff you should consider changing jobs.”
A deep gasp was heard from Petrov as the ice water had its effect and brought him back to consciousness.
“Where’s Colt Smith?” asked Niki.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know any Colt Smith.”
“Just a second,” said Darryl as he went back to the kitchen and returned with a meat cleaver. “Now didn’t I hear the fag word in all that gobble-d-gook you were saying to Niki?” With a flick of his wrist Darryl threw the cleaver which landed right between Petrov’s legs millimeters from his balls.
Petrov let out a yep.
“You know Niki I missed,” said Darryl dryly as he retrieve the cleaver,”I meant to chop off his balls. Must try again. I hope I don’t miss this time. You’d look funny with this sticking out your ass.”
“Yeah, he would, but that would be better than severing his spine – wouldn’t kill him but it would sure save a lot of preteen girls from being raped. Are you sure Petrov you don’t know where our friend is? Last chance.”
“Okay, he’s in a warehouse!” confessed Petrov,”Two blocks down the alley behind us.”
Niki tied Petrov up the same way he’d tied up the bartender while Darryl closed and locked the front door.
“You better be right, Petrov. If you are lying then I will return and I will kill you,” Niki paused, “Slowly.”
Colt slowly woke. He felt someone lying in the bed with him, spooned up against him holding him for dear life. He knew immediately who it was.
“Arb,” he whispered, “Are you all right.”
“They killed Mom right in front of me because I wouldn’t give them access to Mother. Mother wouldn’t allow me to access – I don’t know why!” Arbor sobbed, “They killed her.”
Colt turned over and they held each other and cried.
The door to their room opened.
“Well, now what have we here? Two American faggots,” said the man in a heavy Irish accent. “You fucked up my two guys – Ferguson and O’Shea. David was my brother and he died. I am so going to enjoy killing you two and your boyfriend slowly and painfully.”
Colt’s face showed his shock.
“Oh, yes we have your boyfriend; he’s being brought here by one of the Russian operatives. I think you know him Nikita Bravolovski.”
“Anyway, enough talk,” growled Patrick O’Shea as he signaled others in the hallway.
Six guards came into the room. “It’s time to see the boss of this operation.”
Colt and Arbor were escorted out of their confinement room down a corridor to another room as they entered Colt and Arbor were both shocked.
“You fucking asshole,” screamed Arbor.