Against The Law

October 1st

                           Fire Meet Gasoline - Sia

"Hey you! Let her go" I yell out to the gang in the dark alley.

"What are you gonna do? Call the cops?" A "tough" one snaps back behind his hood.

"Last warning. Let her go" I yell and start to move closer.
The girl tries to scream, but as soon as she tries, one of the men aggressively puts his hand over her mouth.

"Shut up whore" He yells to the poor blonde.
I've had enough.

I walk towards them in anger.
I don't run. I want them to be angry and confused. Easier to beat when they are.
Not that these have a chance anyways.

Two of them start to walk fast towards be.
They also yell something, but I can't really hear it.

One of them reaches their hand out, towards my throat.
He tries to grab it, but I grab his hand, dodge under and twist his arm around.
I then proceed to kick his back, into the wall.
He grunts and I continue to the next one.

I casually sweep his legs, fall with my knee on his stomach and punch him unconscious.

"W..we have GUNS!" One of the last of 3 yell out.

"I don't care" I say while putting my hands out, waking confidently towards them.

They pull out one of their guns and two of them, plus the girl, hide behind him.

"I..I'mma shoot" He stutters in his deep scared voice.

"Go ahead" I say.
He puts his finger on the trigger, but before he can react, I explosively launch at him and quickly disarm him.
I then pull his arm towards me, and pull him into my fist.

He falls to the ground, on his knees.
I swing my leg and bring him down in a tornado kick.

"H...here!! Take her" The last two say and let the girl go as they run back.
She falls to the ground in fear.

I want to beat the crap out of them too, but I have to help the girl now.

I run towards her and help her up.
She is sobbing and her hair is all messy.

"It's ok.. you are ok now. Lets get you home" I say to her and wipe her tears before I lay her hand over my shoulder and my hand around her waist to help her walk.

I walk her to the ER, and hand her over to some nurses I trust.
"Thank you" She sobs.

"Of course" I say and give her some kind eyes over my mask.
I walk out of the ER and run back to where I was supposed to go.

My original mission for tonight was to get a kidnapped boy.
The Russians are on it again, my own people, as Dreykov used to say, but what they do is not my shit.

I go through the roof, as usual.
It's dark.
Cold in the air.
And late.

I get to where I'm supposed to be.
It's underneath a restaurant called Troika.
On 11th & 44th.

I go in through the window on the restaurant, and then go down to the basement.
I get to the end of the basement, and carefully smash the lock and chain open.

I continue to tip toe in.
I walk through the hall and it smells like testosterone and rotten wood.

It's awfully quiet here.
I expected at least some guards or something.

I walk until I reach a corner.
I can start to hear some faded chattering in front of me.

I take a deep breath, shrug my shoulders, shake my legs and prepare myself.
It's a tight space, not a lot of lights and a little kid to keep safe.