K is for Kay

Part 2

Thomas Bucant was a self-righteous bully.

He reveled in being the cause of other people's humiliation and making them bend to his will. His hulking muscles and brutish attitude made it easy for him to intimidate. Hence his career as a professional hit man.

Boss, who he'd never met in person before, had called him five minutes ago with a new job.

"Kay. 18. 1636 13th Street apartment 304. Bring this one in alive."

The call ended there, but that was all Bucant needed.

He drove a couple of blocks to the stated address, weaving his way through traffic, and got out of his car. After entering the ancient looking building, he took the stairs two at a time.

Kay. He was sure that was just an alias, but none the less it gave him a sense of familiarity. He reached the third floor and made his way down the narrow corridor.

300. 301. 302. 303. 304.

Lifting his thick leg, he brought his foot down on the paint chipped door. The apartment was dark and neatly cluttered. A noise that sounded like curing came from behind a closed door to his right.

Maneuvering his muscles passed a pizza box with half a slice in it and a half dead potted plant, he busted through the door and was met with a figure trying to climb through an open window. Bucant grabbed them around the waist pining their arms down to their sides. Finally getting a clear view of their face, Bucant knew why the name sounded familiar.

Kay; infamous hacker and America's most wanted.