A Little Bit Ruthless

12(End)

The warm breeze of the night whips through my hair as Hannibal and I make our silent march up to the police station. Nearing the rear of the station to the dead zone, the area between the back door and a wall that blocks the security camera. My heart thumps so loudly in my chest I swear the whole station can hear it.

Hannibal places his hand on my shoulder leaning in to my face, "I have someone on the inside waiting for you. He will lead the way to Steven. After that you're on your own little sadist."

Nodding in understanding he pats my head smiling, "Bring me a piece of him will you?"

"Of course."

If I stare at this damned monitor any longer my eyes are going to burn into the back of my head. I'm fucking tired and I really don't care that much for Steven at this point. Hell we're releasing him in a few days anyway, Izzy hasn't tried to get in and I doubt she'll be waiting on the outside for this prick. So I've come to the conclusion she doesn't give a damn about getting this guy since she did away with his daughter.

They seem pretty even to me. I would consider this an even score right about now so I have no reason to keep an eye on this guy right? Right, the thing is though...the stupid officer who is supposed to have this post has decided that he had to step out for a few minutes. That was fucking 30 minutes ago!

"Boss I'm back."

"About damn time." I grumble spinning around in the chair to face Klaus the officer who should be staring at these screens.

"The fuck happened? You get lost kid?"

He shifts uncomfortably on his feet swaying back and forth shaking his head. What a pansy.

"No sir, I was-"

"Save it. Just, here sit down. I'm going home." Storming out of the room I make my way quickly out of there before someone else asks me to do something ridiculous.

I'm almost home free when I hear the plea of a certain man being kept in custody. "Dammit Steven now what."

His pleas are hushed but do to the silence of the night in this god forsaken place I hear him clear as day. Begging for his life. Slowly making my way towards his cell my back pressed against the wall my finger securely wrapped around the trigger of my gun.

"P-please don't do th-this." He begs.

"Shut the fuck up." She hisses back followed by the sound of a fist making contact to a face.

Pushing away from the wall to face the stand-off Izzy's back is to me, Steven on his knees pleading with his eyes for me to help him. He sighs in relief at the sight of me squeezing his eyes shut, "Thank God." He breathes.

"There's a bullet with your name on it, would you like it?"

This scrawny looking guy lets me in through the back door, his badge says Klaus. "You new?"

He nods gnawing on his bottom lip, "Yeah."

"How do you know Hannibal?"

"I owe him a favor. I help you out my debt is paid and he'll stop sending me parts of my sister."

"Hm. Sucks to be you." I shrug. We continue down the corridor in silence, this place is really creepy. From the plain concrete floor and the peeling paint on the brick walls, it gives the place an asylum feeling to it. I inhale a calming breath of the musty air trying to ease my nerves.

"I have to go back to my post, Steven is right through those double doors. I don't know what your plan is but do it quietly or we're all screwed. When I get back to the security room I'll turn off the monitor to this place okay?" He licks his chapped lips Pressing the keypad on the wall to open the door for me placing the cell keys in my hands. Stepping through the other side he nods once before the doors close on his face.