Dishonorable Conduct

Chapter Fifteen

Latrelle sat in the car while Harold and SWAT broke in to Kyle's house. He was determined to stay where he was. Until he heard to gunshots. As soon as they sounded, he was running towards the house like lightning. He ran through the house and saw a few detectives lying on the ground, blood pooling beneath them.

He passed them and into the living room, where Harold and Kyle, both lying in pools of crimson, were, where the smell of metal was strongest. Latrelle turned his nose as he fought for fresh air, walking over to Harold. The man was barely conscious, as he had lost an untold amount of blood. Satisfied with Harold being alive at least, Latrelle walked over to Kyle, who was crawling away as fast as he could.

Latrelle grabbed his shirt collar just as he was about to reach the door and held him up. Latrelle towered over him to begin with so when he held him, Kyle's feet were inches above the ground.

"Where's Rosa?" Latrelle asked, his voice, like a knife through butter, braking the deathly silence of the house. Kyle tried getting free, but Latrelle wouldn't have any of it as he threw Kyle into the wall. He hit with a dull thud, and more blood poured from the wound in his leg.

"Where is she?" he asked again, and this time Kyle just smiled maliciously.

"Nice try. I've been captured by terrorists a thousand times over. I'm not scared of you," he spat. Literally, he spat. On the floor. Latrelle, changing tactics, kneeled in front of the ex-Marine and dug his finger into the bullet hole. Kyle didn't even flinch. So he changed tactics again and began ripping chunks of muscle out of the asshole's leg. This time, Kyle reacted by screaming for him to stop.

"What do you think you're doin'?! Stop it!" Kyle shouted. Finally, seeing no end to the torture, he said, "If you ever want to see your sister again, stop!"

That got Latrelle's attention, and proved that not even Marines were immune to intense pain. He stopped ripping him to shreds and grabbed Kyle's shirt.

"Where is she, then?" he said while smiling evilly.

"Like I'd ever tell you," Kyle scoffed. "I was just tryin' to get you to stop. It worked."

Fed up with the smartass, Latrelle punched Kyle, knocking him unconscious. He stood up and saw Harold being helped up by some of the detectives. Everyone was staring at Latrelle in horrid fascination, not believing what they had just witnessed. None of them could believe a mostly passive teen could be capable of such violence.

* * *

"Where's Rosa Walker?" Com asked Kyle.

"I told you, I don't know. I was hired to 'nap her and drop her off at a warehouse," Kyle said, rubbing the spot where he'd been shot.

"Where was the warehouse?" Charles asked as he took out a map of the city. Kyle pointed to a corner on the other side of the city. Latrelle looked at Harold, who was leaning against a chair. He shook his head, and Latrelle sat back down, sulking.

It's my fault Hal got hurt, so I shouldn't act impulsive any more, he thought, looking through the one-way glass at Kyle, who was furiously arguing with Com.

It doesn't matter how much you plead, Kyle. Even if you were a hired gun, selling weapons illegally is an infringement of your oath, Latrelle thought smugly.

* * *

Simon checked on Rosa, making sure she hadn't managed to escape. But she was fast asleep, like always.

What a beautiful young lady, he thought. He stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at the girl slumbering so peacefully. She stirred, and Simon quickly yet quietly walked into the hall, closing and locking the basement door behind him. Having Rosa awaken in the darkness, cold and alone.