Ghosts

Part 13 Penthouse

I made my way up to the penthouse in the elevator. I had to figure out how I was going to play this. Would I knock on the door and wait for him to answer? Would I kick the door in and try and catch him by surprise? If I knocked, then surely, with everything I'd done. He'd arm himself and be ready. I hadn't planned this like I had the others, I'd have to play this by ear. The lift stopped and the door opened onto a short corridor which led to his door. Straight away I noticed the security camera. I'd have to act before he saw me, or even assume he already had. I ran towards the door, pulling my gun out as I did. I hit his door with everything I had, splintering it from its hinges sending it crashing to the ground, and hurting my shoulder quite a lot. I continued my momentum into a nice, luxurious, open-plan penthouse. Bright and very white and modern, and there he was. He froze on the spot, our eyes locked on each other. He was halfway through pouring himself a glass of whiskey. I aimed my gun at him. His eyes darted from me and to his left and then back to me. I looked at where he'd looked to see a handgun lay on his coffee table. His eyes darted to it again.

"Go for it!" I snarled and focused my aim

He looked at the gun again. He was considering it, calculating if he could get across the room to it before I could take him out.

"Please," I added, "Go for it!"

His posture became more relaxed. He knew he had no chance of getting to his weapon before I could get a shot off. He held up the whiskey bottle.

"Want one?" He asked

"Sure, why not?"

He opened the cupboard to get another glass and I moved to pick up the gun that he'd stupidly left too far from his grasp.

"Should have kept it to hand, Luke," I said

"Guess so," He replied calmly

He held the glass of whiskey out to me, I gestured for him to place it down on the kitchen surface which he did. He walked back into the living room area and I circled towards the kitchen where he'd left my drink. I placed Luke's gun down and picked up the glass as he flopped onto his beautiful white leather sofa.

"So now what?" He asked, "Is this the part where I'm supposed to beg for my life?"

"You can try," I replied, "But it didn't do any of the others any good"

He laughed. He was far too calm and casual, but he'd always been a cocky bastard.

"You're loving this aren't you?" He smiled, sipping his drink

"Maybe a little!"

He downed his whiskey and slid his empty glass onto the coffee table.

"Well, get on with it!" He said

I smiled and sipped my drink.

"I'm not gonna beg Jay-Jay, I'm not gonna apologize, you got what you deserved!" He said arrogantly.

"Maybe I did Luke, but Natasha didn't deserve it!" I could feel the emotion in me boiling to the surface. But that's what he wanted, he wanted me to get angry, maybe make mistakes, let emotion get the better of me.

"Was that her name? Your bitch?" he mocked

I tightened my grip on the handle of my gun!

"She was a looker Jay-jay," He smirked, "Tight too!"

I smiled, but my teeth were clenched so hard in my mouth that it hurt. I downed my drink and picked his gun back up. I circled back around so that I was also standing in the living room area of the Apartment. I placed his gun down on a cupboard behind me. I then held my gun out, showing it to him, I smiled, and placed my gun down next to his.