Hit and Kill - Chapter Thirteen

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

            Kerri had been crying for ages now; if she wasn't crying, she was sleeping. Even then she cried herself to sleep and had nightmares each night. Hunter didn't know what to do; he was equally sad and distressed.

            The letter was something terrifying to them. Desdemona was dead; the last member of Kerri's family was all gone, she was the only one left with her current partner Hunter.

            "See I told you! I told you something would go wrong!" Kerri cried to her lover.

            "Even if you took action that day, you wouldn't have been able to stop her death!"

            "Hunter, you promised me you would help me. She's dead now because of me, so it's time to take action." Kerri's anger and grief were unbearable and she knew that the chances of her dying were high but she didn't care.

            Kerri was pure of heart; she was raised by a cruel man but took after her mother. She didn't like seeing people hurt but she always fought for what she believed in. One thing she did get from her father though was the want of revenge and she knew ways to do it.

            Their plan? To charge Amare's fortress and kill him.

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            Cain arrived in Madrid, Spain several hours later, with his briefcase and bag in hand; he walked off the plane and out of the airport without trouble. He was not even checked when he got on the plane, some of the security and flight attendants worked for Amare and knew who their fellow "comrades" were. They knew to not give any of them a fuss.

            He flagged down a yellow taxi in the busy streets near the airport and climbed in the car. Cain gave the directions to the hotel that he would be staying in; of which was conveniently the same hotel that his victims were staying in as well.

            When Cain’s taxi pulled up in front of the hotel, he paid the driver and lifted himself out of the taxi with his things. He walked up to the doors of the extravagant place. It practically smelled of gold, the floors were marble and the ceilings were high above his head. The walls were a deep red and had an “anything but cheap” look to it. There were sofas organized perfectly around the lobby and the front desk had a gold-like trimming around the mahogany wood.

            He checked in and used the elevator to go up to his floor, which were two floors below the victims. Cain examined the equally extravagant room; he looked for anything suspicious by force of habit, which was indeed a good habit to have when you were part of a life when anything could be a threat.

            Cain’s room wasn’t the most expensive suite in the hotel or the largest; but it was neither the cheapest nor the smallest. Luscious, coffee coloured carpet lined the living area, there was dark marble flooring in the washrooms and dark wood covered the rest of the suite; including the two bedrooms. The walls were painted a light beige colour which changed to similar colours in the different lighting's of the day. There was high class appliances and furniture throughout the rooms as well.

            Cain laid out his bag and suitcase on the kitchen counter; inside of which were his weapons of choice--Glocks, Desert Eagles, 22’ pistols and injections--tracking devices, cameras and all sorts of other devices for surveillance.

            He was prepared for anything. First thing he had to do though was monitor their room, to plan out when the best time was to make his hit.

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            Cain spent the next few days watching his hits. He established that there was four people staying in that suite, they went to work every morning; leaving their room at seven a.m. sharp, and returned around seven p.m., which differed from night to night. Nothing earlier than six p.m. though and nothing later than nine p.m. They all drove their separate cars, which they always parked in the garage of the hotel in the same parking spots each day. Their routine was repeated and Cain got the hang of it easily. So it was even easier to sneak into their room without being caught, seeing as they were gone twelve hours a day.

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