Seduction and destruction

42-Damn Ivarsen and my heart.-Indie

I  approached the abandoned warehouse, and I could see the dim light seeping through the boarded-up windows. The area is eerily quiet, almost too quiet for her liking this time. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever may be waiting inside.

I answer the call, and Ivarsen's voice comes through the speaker.
"We are right outside the warehouse, keeping an eye out.  Don't worry, we've got your back. "

I nod, unfortunately, feeling a small sense of comfort, knowing that they are nearby.
"Okay." I says quietly into the phone. 
"Put your mask no. Don't forget it and leave the call on."I can hear the sound of his breathing on the other end of the line, a steady reminder that he's there, listening and watching over me.I continue towards the warehouse, my mind is racing with anxiety.

I put the black mask on.

I can't believe I'll say this, but I think this mask is bringing bad luck.
I'm not a person to believe in lucks but I wore this mask when my sister was kidnapped, and now I'm wearing it when I need to go and catch two criminals.
Imagine .

I'm nervous about what I'm going to find inside, but I'm still angry at him for getting us  into this  abusrd situation in the first place.

Damn him.

I know that I  need to focus on getting through this meeting first, and then I  can deal with my anger towards him later, but still, it wouldn't be that bad if I shoot him again.

I approached the entrance of the warehouse, my heart pounding in my chest. The door is slightly open, and I  can hear muffled voices coming from inside. I take a deep breath and musters up all my courage before pushing the door open and walking inside.

As I enter the warehouse, I scan the dimly lit surroundings. The warehouse is old and run-down, and the air is thick with the smell of dampness and decay. I see  a group of five men standing in the center of the room, all looking in my direction as I  enter. Their faces are hard, and their eyes glisten with malice.

Damn Ivarsen and my heart.

I stand there, trying to maintain my composure as the men glare at me. One of them steps forward, his movements slow and deliberate. "Well, well, well." He drawls, his voice dripping with a menacing undertone.
"Look who's decided to show up."
The man circles around me like a predator, closing in on its prey. "You're a bit late, aren’t you?" He says, his eyes flicking over my body.

I try to keep my face neutral, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of seeing my fear.

The criminal.

That's the criminal.

What was his name?How did Ivarsen call him?

I don't remember. Damn mind of mine.

Richard. Yes.Richard.

The other man chuckles darkly, enjoying the tension in the air. He steps closer to me.
"We've been waiting for you." He says, his voice low and menacing.
"To think about you want that stone..."Richard says laughing.
Richard smiles, revealing crooked teeth.
"You know why you're here." He says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Hand it over, and we'll let you leave in one piece."His partner  steps forward and  suddenly roughly pulls off my mask, revealing my  face.

Damn.

He looks shocked when he sees that it's me, recognition flickering in his eyes.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

The man glances back at the other three, and they exchange whispers and looks of surprise.
The one who took my mask  laughs.
"Well,well, well, well.Looks like I won two prices for tonight." He says, almost in disbelief.