British Exchange Agent

Chapter 21

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The snake tattoo which curled around his forehead glinted in the stark lighting, glaring at me. Hatrov, still in his suit, let out a dark chuckle and stepped inside the bathroom, letting the door swing shut behind him. He locked it, his cold eyes fixed on mine.

"You think you can get away that easily?" He taunted, shaking his head. "I don't think so."

My heart thudded in my chest, my aching head suddenly growing unbearable as I watched him take another step towards me. He lunged for me just as I pulled out my gun, causing it to fly out my hand and smash into the mirror. Glass shattered into the sink below it, the sound making my head pound harder.

I had no time to think as Hatrov threw a punch towards me, my arm flying up to block it. My fist went flying towards his temple when a sharp pain suddenly shot threw my leg. I gasped, staggering back slightly at the force of the kick. He went to throw another punch which I dodged just in time, my foot managing to catch his ankle.

He swore, his concentration shaken slightly. I used this against him as I threw another punch, this time managing to strike his head. I swiftly brought him down in three more moves, watching as his head thumped against the floor, knocking him out cold.

My chest heaved up and down, my heart racing. My hand flew to my temple, trying to suppress the headache.

"For a twenty-something year old man, you really aren't that good of a fighter." I murmured through my pain. Steadying myself against the wall, I bent down slowly to pick up the gun by Hatrov's head, sliding it into my pocket once more.

A shot of pain coursed through my head as I straightened up, the dizziness making me stumble. My hand shot out to grab something.

"Ah!"

I let out a cry of pain as my hand sliced against a shard of glass on the sink, drawing it back to my chest. I tried to slow my rapid breaths as I brought it into my line of sight, wincing as I inspected the large cut.

No glass.

I let out a shaky sigh, straightening up. Blood oozed down my wrist, travelling down the grooves of my hand. It dripped onto the floor slowly, methodically. I held back a gag and turned to the sink, making sure no glass was on the tap before I rinsed the blood off my skin.

Every time the water would flow on it, fresh blood appeared. I let out an angry sigh, shooting a glare behind me.

"Thanks a lot, Hatrov."

I ran my other hand down my face. What now? Turning off the tap, I grabbed the towel off of the rail and wrapped it around my hand, wincing when the fabric delved into the cut. Clutching onto it tightly, I turned my attention to the unconscious figure by my feet, checking his pockets for... anything.

I slipped my hand into the inside pocket of his suit, my eyes lighting up when my fingers touched cold metal. Grasping onto the phone, I yanked it out, before stuffing it into my own pocket.

"Thanks." I smirked, standing up properly. "I'll be seeing you shortly."

I turned on my heel and stepped over his limp arm. Unlocking the door, I cast one last glance over my shoulder before slipping out of the bathroom, into the crowd once more. The grunts of pain and cheers hit my ears, and the throb in my head grew worse.