Yuta stepped out of the hotel elevator. He walked down the fancy hallway, his grey hair still as there wasn't even air conditioning, things didn't feel right. It's just a corridor with doors on the side, fancy doors but doors nonetheless.
An anxious feeling climbed up his nerves, as if he was being tickled by the souls he killed.
It's not like he is gonna be fed with bullets by the gangsters in the 1930's with their fully-loaded Tommy Guns.
He inserted his keycard in the reader, stepping inside the room; all lights closed, it scared him even more. But he's a mercenary, so he's got to face it.
Turning on the lights, the first thing he saw was his cozy couch and… me.
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I'm sitting in the cozy and comfortable couch, pointing my beautiful steel-framed Glock 34 at him. Neutral face, messy black hair, wearing Tony Stark glasses, black chaleco, long coat, white dress shirt, no tuxedo.
Yuta played innocent, aware of the betrayal he did for the betrayal he did for the association, for what he did to me and this mission.
"Heeey, Saitou! What's up, buddy?"
"Don't play with me how you play with your life, you son of a good mother."
Yuta slightly opened his mouth, with a slight smirk. "Geez, you still really have that cold face."
"Oh, for crying out loud, You're not Naoki, and Mr. W prefers someone who can keep their secrets, Especially, when it comes to you... Yuta."
Yuta exhaled deeply, followed by an amused chuckle.
I held my grip on my gun harder. "Just speak up. What do you know about Sensei?"
"It's not a can't. It's more of a... won't." Yuta followed with a secretive face.
"I thought so."
I gritted my teeth... "Yep, I had enough,"
I suddenly shot him in the leg. But Yuta as if knowing what I would do, already dodged to the left letting the bullet only graze his leg. Shooting the chandelier, it fell down distracting him for a second. And that second was all I needed.
I did an exaggerated acrobatic move, and kicked him in the face. Slipping my gun inside my coat, I grabbed a wine bottle.
Yuta, who was down on the floor while struggling to breathe from the strong kick, and the chandelier fall impact. Looked at me amused, as I held the wine bottle over his head.
"It's either you speak up, or I smash this bottle of wine in your head and slice your throat with it."
Yuta, who still managed to laugh, seemingly more amused. No fear striked his eyes. Like he doesn't accept his fate. A small laugh came out my mouth, followed by a cold sigh.
"Alright, guess you left me no damn choice." Just as I raised the bottle, I heard loud beeps from the refrigerator. Looking at it, it released a sudden explosion and a big burst of flame. The impact pushed us out of the building, falling into the hotel swimming pool.
I swam out of the pool taking my gun out, while gasping for air. Yuta was floating next to me, as if he's dead; the pool dyed red from his wounds. Everyone around us screaming, while getting out of the pool.
Out of nowhere, "Animals" by Maroon 5 started playing from a speaker. I holstered my gun and walked away from the scene, as armed men rushed toward me.
I grabbed an unpinned grenade and threw it backwards, resulting in another explosion. Rushing inside my car, then sitting on the passenger seat I yelled. "Let's go!"
The driver hearing my command, launched the car and sped away from the hotel.