The Firm (on hold & getting put through some serious changes)

Chapter 17

He brings out the knife with a smile of his own and as he holds it out in a stance I kick it out of his hands with a fly kick, the other leg coming up behind and kicking him in the face where he lands to the floor unconscious.

I sigh and open and close my fist, assessing my pink knuckles from earlier.

And here I was thinking he'd be a little stronger.

When I look up three guys were coming at me and I give them a grin that fazed them for enough time for me to run toward them and knock one of them out as the two come at the same time I jump and kick them both in the stomach before getting out my gun and shooting one of them, turning and knocking the other one out with the end bit of the gun.

'Getting better,' I commented with a nod.

And so it followed with another three, then four, then another three, then a five which was where I copped my tenth punch today, which split my lip, and then a harsh kick to my ribs which got me angry and more fuelled up.

Then suddenly the other four bring out guns at the same time.

I ran.

I mean, it's not like I'm gonna bother now, I was already bleeding and hurting, what was the point when there was many more of these guys to come from.

Shame. My fun's over now.

I dived over the desk just as bullets went whizzing past, one almost catching my shoulder and skimming it, enough for blood to seep out and for me to wince.

I swore and got out the gun behind my pants before jumping up when the bullets stopped and killing two of them. The other two seemed to have no more bullets so I took my chance and shot them. Just like all the other bodies on the ground, they dropped like dolls to the floor.

My breathing was hard and I finally stood up, waiting and watching all the doors and expecting more to file out and finally catch me.

Or worse; kill me.

But if they wanted to kill me, why would they have left me in the basement like a prisoner?

I walked around the desk and sat on top of it. Waiting. My gun safely beside me.

I hear clapping not far ahead of me, 'wow, not bad Ana.'

I shuddered. Ana. That voice.

Sheeran.

I jumped off the desk just as Sheeran showed himself behind the shadows, a sickening amused smile on his face.

'You,' I hiss menacingly.

I told myself if I ever get the chance to come face to face with this guy I'd kill him with my bare hands.

But it seemed too obvious. Where were his little guards to protect him?

I looked around, ignoring his laugh but found no one.

'Yes, it's me. Miss me?'

My head snaps back to him and I glare, 'hell yeah,' I say seriously, but I didn't miss him in the way that he thought, I missed him because I can finally get my revenge.

'Revenge is what you came looking for. And thanks to you, almost 130 of my men are knocked out or dead because of you. But you see; your revenge will indeed need to wait for later. You'll soon come to realise there is no need of it,' he says walking around the dead or knocked out bodies as I was too frozen to move.

'What do you mean there's no need of it? You killed my brother!' I yell at him finally taking my own steps toward him fists clenched.

He smiles and ducks my first swing but before I could get another one in something hits me on the shoulder and makes me freeze, I look at it. A tranquilizer. I look up to where it was shot from and see Mike.