Extraction

10 - Walking Corpse

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GASPAR'S RESIDENCE, DHAKA
Jane

Present

After that breakdown, I stood up and went to the bathroom to freshen up. Tyler put the plate of food on Ovi's bedside table for when he woke up.

I looked at myself in the mirror and all I could see was sticky cheeks and puffy eyes. I couldn't express what I was feeling right now. Even when the cold water splashed on my face. I was relieved to know that Tyler regretted his actions - in a way. At the same time, I hoped that he wasn't going to close off like he did before. I hoped he wouldn't leave again.

Once I was done, I passed the corridor and noticed he wasn't there. I walked downstairs and saw him at the table. Gaspar had come back.

"Ah, Jane. A drink?", Gaspar grasped the bottle and lifted it up, showing it to me.

"Sure."

"What's with the-", he poured me a glass. "What's with the puffy eyes."

I looked at him and took the glass from his hands, leaning against the kitchen counter. "What's up with you? Going to work in the middle of the night?"

"Hey, man, I just asked a simple question, there's no need to attack me.", he defended himself, making me lean back. He sighed and then turned to Tyler, telling him about how he had shot his first dove.

"It sucks getting old, man. Sucks!", he exclaimed, punching the table.

"Shh, he's still asleep.", Tyler said, pointing his finger at the ceiling. He chuckled softly.

Gaspar sighed. "What a goddamn tragedy, hmm?", Tyler nodded a little.

"That kid is a walking corpse.", he removed his sunglasses from his nose and set them on the table.

"Asif will never let him live. Think the disgrace.", he exhaled, his eyes on Tyler. Though, Rake kept his eyes on his drink, but I knew he was listening carefully. "I mean, you guys get him home. And then, what? His father's in prison... There's no way to protect him."

I finished the drink and walked to the table, grasping the bottle and pouring some more. "You know, the best thing you could do, honestly, would be go up there right now and just go put a bullet in his brain.", my hand froze against the neck of the bottle. "Make it painless.", he continued.

I closed it again and decided to just down it quickly. "No disrespect intended, but are you fucking insane?", I spat out and slammed the glass against the table, making him flinch.

He looked up at me and then back at Tyler, almost to check if he was considering his words. "The animals out there, they're not gonna be... As kind to him. They like to start with the ears..", his words made Tyler shift in his seat and exhale.

"Then they cut off each finger at the joint."

"Mate, you're drunk.", Tyler looked at him, his lips twitching a little, trying to ease the atmosphere. But Gaspar didn't smile back. His behaviour was suspicious. Fuck, I really didn't trust him.

"I'm talking about mercy, Tyler.", Rake nodded shortly and stood up, looking at me. I understood that he wanted to rest and asked me to join him - of course, because we already knew what kind of drunk Gaspar was.

I was sure he wasn't drunk, though.

"You know how much he's worth?", we stopped in our tracks. My breath hitched at his words. How could he even suggest something like that?

"We're talking about a kid, Gaspar.", Tyler spoke and slowly turned around.

"We're talking about a gangster's kid...", he paused and sighed, gulping the remains of the whiskey. "With a price tag of ten million on his head."