Chapter 5: Siblings

“DARIUS! DARIUS! ARE YOU OKAY?!”

The explosion was so strong it blew the window away.

A cloud of dust gets in front of my eyesight and I have no way to tell if the Prince is still alive or not.

Every single cell of my body and the boy in my earphone are shouting at me to leave, but…

I REALLY NEED THAT MONEY!

And thus, I rush in like a madwoman.

“WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED, SCHWA?!”

“ABHI, LOCATE THE CLIENT FOR ME, I CAN’T SEE SHIT!”

“He hasn’t moved from his chair. Five meters from you. 1 o’clock.”

I run full speed toward the sofa until it hits me in the abs which makes me lose my breath and roll above it with the velocity.

“SCRMBLGSTKKKKKKKKK”

“A-are you okay?”

HE DIDN’T TELL ME THERE WERE OBSTACLES!!

“DARIUS! DARIUS!”

SHUT THE FUCK UP STUPID WOMAN! HE’S DEAD OKAY!

I get back on my feet and bell to the armchair.

“Hey, are you okay?” I ask the Prince.

I get close enough to see his face and put my hand under his nose to feel his breath.

He’s still alive, but he has fainted from the looks of it, and bits of burnt plastic pierced his flesh. The biggest one, the size of a hand, got deep into his left shoulder.

I grab his other arm and put it on my shoulders, then carry his legs and run for it.

“SCRMBLLLL I CAN’T BREATHE!”

I rush toward the exit until my rush gets interrupted by the blinding spotlight of a helicopter.

What the hell is it now?!

“I’m afraid you have a new obstacle.”

A fucking helicopter!!!

“ABHI, YOU FUCKING BRAT, HOW COME YOU DIDN’T TELL ME THERE WAS A HELICOPTER?!”

“I’m not omniscient, you know!”

“LOOK AT YOUR FUCKING MONITOR!”

The sound of a machine gun’s engine is followed by a bullet rain that barely grazes my super-thin body, thank you my diet!

I reach the front door and kick it open.

“AAAAAAAA MY FOOT!!”

The pain and panic make me lose all kinds of consideration for the old man’s body and I throw it out in the corridor before graciously rolling between the ammos and closing the door to the sound of hissing bullets.

I pray for the fog created by the miraculous explosion that saved my dear client and myself from the helicopter’s certain death. I also give a prayer to the annoying Chad and Stacy couple who are most likely dead now. You were exasperating but I didn’t hate you…

“Abhi, we need to do first aid on that old man quickly.”

“Get here with him as fast as possible. I’m preparing the equipment. I’ll tell you everything I found about that man too.”

Aren’t I forgetting somebody...?

OH YES THAT GIRL! WHERE IS SHE?!

 

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Panting, I lay my back to the wall and let myself fall down on my butt.

“I messed up so hard it’s actually hilarious,” I contemplate.

I planned to stay there a bit longer and then head home, but my phone starts suddenly ringing.

I slowly get it out of my pants since I already know who’s calling.

Indeed, the name written on the screen makes me shiver but I have to answer.

“Uh, hello?”

“Yo bitch, what the fuck? Why did you leave your work?!”

“Are you spying on me?”

“Bet I am, and for good reasons! I can’t believe you left when all the fun started!”

“I’m not a warmonger like you, have you seen the helicopter?”

“What are you, a baby? It’s just one helicopter.”

I have no clue what this person expects normal human beings to do against helicopters.

“What about your partners?”

“They’re not babies so they can probably take care of one helicopter.”

“Hey listen, I’m not gonna play games with you, if you get home without our pay, I’ll beat the shit out of you and the police will find your body in the river, clear?”

How am I supposed to respond to such threat? The scariest thing is that she can do it.

“IS THAT CLEAR?”

“I guess so…”

“Good! I really hope for you they’re not all dead or you’ll have to find yourself a new home.”

BIP.

“Nyanyanya you’ll have to find yourself a new home~”

Fucking bitch, why are you spying on me instead of doing your own jobs?! This is why we’re still indebted!!

I can’t believe my super dramatic introduction in the first chapter was all for nuts.

No way I’m running back there, though, if I do it, I’ll need to find a vehicle.

A motorcycle is conveniently lying down with me in this dead end.

“Thank you for this present, my good fortune.”

It’s time to make use of my burglar skills.

 

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I carry the Prince to the elevator and press the button for the first floor.

I’m not dumb enough to take the stairs in this situation.

The sound of the helicopter starts slowly fading as I get away from that hellish suite.

This man is heavier than he looks, and his body is scorching hot!

Looking at his pale face, he doesn’t have the dignified air he showed a few hours ago anymore.

He’s sweating abundantly and has some difficulties breathing.

I hope we can save him in time…

I really need that money after all.

“Abhi, find me a vehicle I can use near the hotel.”

“On it.”

It’s a matter of minutes.

I finally get to the first floor and run to the reception, then lay the Prince on one of the sofas.

The hotel is in full motion since the explosion happened and I can hear the firefighters and police’s sirens from afar.

I need to get out before they arrive.

“Hey you, my ‘bow.’”

“Y-yes ma’am, there you go.”

The clerk on the right hands me back my beloved Gandiva in beautiful shape, and I have to focus not to make tears of joy.

Oh dear, I’ll never leave you again.

“Hey, give me the other guys’ weapons too, they won’t need them anymore.”

“W-we can’t do that.” They say while making big hand movements.

I point Gandiva at them.

“I can tell that you touched it. My Gandiva is like a third hand for me, and I vowed to shoot between the eyes of anyone who put their dirty fingers on it without my consent, but I can be merciful if you do what I say. Give me their weapons, now.”

They hand me a beretta APX and some ammo in a brown leather pocket. How old school.

Is that it? They must have fooled these idiots, saying they only have that and kept their main weapons with them.

They were smarter than me, too bad they died first.

“That will do.” I say while wearing my Gandiva as a strap.

The feeling of its touch in my back soothes my mind, as I pull the beretta’s trigger between the eyes of the closest guy.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” shouts the other one, his colleague’s blood painting his face.

“I can tell you’ve touched that one too, and I forgave you for my Gandiva, but I cannot let you live after putting your dirty hands on a partner’s tools.” I answer calmly while pointing the beretta on his forehead.

“In their loving memory.”

BAM!

The truth is that I killed them because they have seen my face and the police is coming. That excuse was cool though, I like to seem like a caring person.

Rushing toward the exit with the old man in my arms, the sound of a motorized engine blocks my run.

A motorcycle blows up the glass-door entrance and drifts in the lobby like in action movies.

“Ha, like in Akira!” shouts the idiot I was thinking about earlier.

What the hell is an Akira?!

“I found you a vehicle, Schwa.”

Okay, I admit that was pretty cool, but…

“WE CAN’T GET ON A MOTORCYCLE WITH THREE PEOPLE!”

 

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“STOP SHOOTING, YOU IDIOTS!”

The cloud of dust finally lifts, revealing a sacked hotel suite.

The blinding spotlight and the deafening sound of the helicopter, mixed with the raw emotions make me want to vomit/

I’m sitting down on the carpet behind the blown-up sofa, and holding DARIUS’s hand.

“Hey miss, what’s up? Did we get them?”

“YOU DIDN’T GET SHIT! COME HELP ME CARRY DARIUS OUT!”

“Eh, who?”

The big guy who jumped in the hotel room is the man I paid as an escape plan. His services were pretty cheap so I’m surprised he has partners and a helicopter with him.

He’s holding a small shotgun with an arm and a cigarette with the other. As if there wasn’t already enough smoke in this place.

“So, where’s the old man?”

“I don’t care. How did you get this helicopter? If I knew you had one, I would have made another plan. Help me carry him, I need to do first aid in a safe place.”

“There is no room for him on board.”

I take my gun out and point at him.

“Make some.”

“Eh, little girl, don’t tell me you think you can threaten me with this tiny gun. You were all this evening with an old man and couldn’t even shoot him dead and you think you’re scaring me?”

“That was not its purpose. Make some room for him, I’ll pay one million.”

“He’s fat, so two million. Shit is heavy.”

I put my gun down and nod.

The guy throws his cigarette next to me and grabs DARIUS’s arm; which he puts effortlessly on his shoulders and walks toward the helicopter waiting behind the blown-up window.

“You’d better come too or we’ll leave you behind.” He says without looking back.

I hate this kind of greedy person but I recognize that without his help, I wouldn’t have been able to save this other important person.

“Why are you going to pay that much for him? Your boyfriend?”

I smile and jump on the flying machine.

“My brother.”

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