We crept down to the frantic hallways and peeped.
Post-natal floor. Yet these bastards were roaming the floor with guns ready to go off.
The tiny cries of newborns made me cringe and settle back into our hiding place.
"Four men, can we not make any noise?" I mused and eyed the brass knuckle he pulled out, the same time he pulled a silencer and handed it to me.
He hummed and flexed his fists. I put the silencer on my gun and aimed at one of them.
We tore out of there when the others were alerted and I got the other one in the head. Isaac slammed his fist into the other one's temple and snapped his neck, in that same move he sent his boot into the last man's neck, lodging the little dagger he built into the boot in his neck.
"Arthur," Isaac murmured as he examined their guns.
I grabbed the gun from him and examined the trademark symbol on it.
Either Arthur is supplying this bastard and is trying to be smart wth me, or Vince is tricking Arthur into selling to him or the bastard is trying to trick me.
One of the men Isaac had faced off groaned and I turned to him.
He coughed up blood, wheezing badly as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He was definitely not making it.
I bent down and grabbed his collar, huffing as I lifted him, his head lolled to the side.
"Don't be too eager to die. Where the fuck is Vince?" I asked.
He ignored me and focused on not dying then.
"I don't mind finding your family, woman, child, children," I shrugged.
He didn't budge, hmm.
"Your pets maybe," I shrugged.
His body stiffened under me, bingo.
"Dogs? Cats? A snake? Wait, are you a snake guy?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"Jane," Isaac whispered from where he was.
"He wants you dead," the man groaned.
"It's a fact by now. What's new?" I tightened my hold on his collar.
"I've never seen anyone survive Vince Buchanan."
I sighed.
"That's new but not quite what I'm looking for," I snipped.
"He's waiting for you," he choked up and fell into a coughing fit.
"Where?" I shook him.
He slumped, his eyes rolling shut and I shoved his lifeless body back. Wordlessly, we crept down to the lower levels of the hospital. We met none of Vince's men, just scared patients and staff running around.
"Madam Buchanan," one of Jessica's men stopped us when we got to the reception.
"Where is my aunt?" I asked.
"She's safe. Got out before the fire started."
More of my men flooded the reception.
"We got some of them," one of them reported.
"And?" I tilted my head.
"We have some of our men on their tail."
"Good. We wait."
I walked out of the hospital and headed for my car. A little news team had already camped outside, every one of them wanting a piece of the gist.
"You are in," Isaac fell into step with me.
I stopped and looked around.
The street was mostly empty, save for the increasing media people and a few motorists.
"I'm flying on Wednesday," I said.
Isaac frowned.
"That is in two days. It's too early."
"Exactly. He won't expect me to attempt to travel within two days."
He opened the passenger door for me but I walked around him and got into the driver's side. He walked around and joined me and I drove out, my foot relentless on the gas.
What if he gets to aunty Jessica? Or Isaac? I didn't want to dwell on those thoughts, it's distracting.
I sighed and looked at Isaac beside me, familiar and safe. He stared ahead, his face a little tense but he's here nonetheless. I wondered how it'll feel to have little Isaacs running around, to see the brick of a man in love. If there's anything I know, it's that Isaac will protect his own fiercely and a man like that deserves a family too. But he's stuck with me, shooting guns and killing people just to keep me safe.
"I can feel your eyes on me," he said.
I scoffed and focused on the road.
I took the long way home, choosing to pass by my company.
I turned the wheel, into a lively street. A man with a hippie style played the guitar, a genuine smile on his face as people nodded their heads and swung their bodies to whatever he played and some others just passed by after taking a picture or pointing at him. His guitar bag was open on the floor, where some people dropped a few dollars and some coins.
I parked the car and wound the windows down, my eyes fell on a specific boy. With the number of people gathered here, he'd hit jackpot. Like the little expert he was, he walked around picking money and jewelry from unsuspecting people. As usual he was with that girl but today she didn't make the attempt to join him.
She held unto his torn shirt and just followed him everywhere, pulling on his shirt once in a while to get his attention. I frowned at that.
Without a second thought I came down from the car and crossed the road. I stood for a while, hearing the guitarist play, he actually played a beautiful Bach prelude.
I felt a subtle tug on my hand and my bangle came off after that. I sighed, of course he would target me. He decided then that he's done and started leaving. I had half a mind to follow him but decided against it. Instead I walked back to the car and got in.
"Fancy a game?" I asked Isaac as I started the car.
He chuckled and shook his head, his eyes pinned on my now empty wrist.
"I don't mind beating you," he shrugged.
With a scoff at his haughtiness, I pressed the gas.
A game and a glass would work wonders.