Into deception

The chase

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It's not a secret that clubs are the best place to sell everything and anything without getting caught, sure nowadays it's a bit harder with all the cameras and what not but still, if you're smart enough you can get away with just about anything.

"Mia do you copy?" Levi comes in through the ear piece, sounding like she's almost right behind me. 

I ignore it for many reasons, none she would agree are reasons to begin with of course but either way I stay put letting hands from strangers graze my body like they've know me for years. My body has been touched, groped, hugged, even worshipped and you wanna know something? it still doesn't help me forget. It doesn't make me want to smile or feel, let alone take anyone home.

Instead, it only reminds me of how I felt that day, laying on the floor that was so very warm from the bomb. It heated and burned anything in it's scorching path.

"Mia respond"

And there he is, sweaty and flushed, looking for a way out except there isn't one, at least not one he'll make it to on time. It's when they realize that they're truly done that gets me going, if I dare say so it may even be the best part of it all.

Sure, killing is thrilling, it boils your blood cold, dries your soul beyond recognition but this...this is what no one really talks about. When you look at the person you're going to kill and see them coming to terms with the fact that that's it, they're dead, it all clicks into place like a puzzle and it begins with their eyes. They swell a dark dry color, then their skin begins to turn into un-cooked doe all lucid and melting looking. Sweat begins to pour out like a broken water pipe and their breathing.... erratic. It feels like everything in life is perfect, like there's no errors, no regrets, just plain perfection.

His hands clasp tightly onto the brown leather brief case pulling it closer to his chest than it already is. His knuckles drain themselves from any colour they once held, any tighter, I think to myself, and that briefcase might just rip in half.

I start walking towards him.

The crowd splits in half making this a lot easier than I would've liked but he backs away making a run to the closest door but I don't run, I know that room doesn't have any windows and when I open the door he has cowered to he turns around so fast that I feel the wind brush my hair back a bit. The door shuts behind me drowning any noise from the music letting only his deep breathing fill the silence, its muffled and dry from how tired he is. Running for 2 hours has that effect on people.

"Please I-" he chokes at his dry throat "I don't-" this time he coughs it out licking his lips to speak better "I don't have what you want"

I don't speak, there's no point.

"There's a new player in town" he tries to gain my interest like it will buy him his life "I can get you information on him" but when he realizes for the 4th time tonight that there's no point, I get to have that rush of adrenaline all over again. I move closer backing him up and when he's close enough I kick him straight in the chest sending him flying onto the red couch behind him.

He groans trying to breath out the pain from his body but I don't let him feel even an inch better. I straddle him catching him off guard.

"Just tell me what you want" begging like a little kid that wants candy, it's sickening. I watch him carefully and I just can't imagine him being part of what he is, I mean for the lords above he wears round glasses that are way too big for him, heavy eyebrows, uneven lips, balding hair and a beer belly. If you ask me he looks like a father late for dinner and not a sex trafficking piece of shit.