Colt Cain (completed)

Aftermath

Jack was hospitalised with three gun shots. One inches from his right lung, one to the left thigh and one on his right hip. If it weren't for his men and the ambulances on scene, he would surely be dead. An unhappy miracle, Colt thought to himself as he watched it on the news. Jess insisted she clean and help heal his injuries, in which he said was a result of trying to escape the criminal in the club. She told him he was too good to be true, but he thought the truth was far from that. In times like these, it most definitely was. Meanwhile, doctors and nurses came in and out each minute for Jack's injuries. The Devil's Queen had to be shut down and detectives as well as officers and armed mercenaries protected his room. As the only friends he had, the other members of the heist, Colt's hitlist, came to visit. Mark, Colt's shooter and the leader of the group, was the one who hired him and out the whole thing together with some help from the team's brains, Adam. Mark was the perfect alpha figure, good looks and a strong body. A firm grasp on his role in life, what he wants and the intelligence to make it happen. He was tall, taller than the whole team was, the boss knew how to assert dominance and be the type that nobody wanted to piss off. Adam was a close friend of his, two times the common IQ and not only that had an open mind to what seems illogical until proven right. He theorized that someone was after them. "Jason may be the type to piss many off, but if the shooter hadn't stopped to fire on you, Jack, he would've gotten away a lot faster. Less risk during his escape." He inquired.
Mark added to his statement. "Not only that, a handgun from the roof. He must really want you."
"He can't get to me with that at my door." Jack scoffed weakly.
"If he survived what you sent in at the club, he can survive what's out there." Mark stroked his chin as he and Adam connected intelligence.
"No, this is a confined space. He had cover, sacrifices, and there weren't cameras in the club after Jason took them out." Adam pondered.
"So, his best move is to disguise?"
"Yes! He'll get by the guards no issue and they won't suspect a doctor or nurse."
"Guys, we can't stop doctors and nurses from coming in, they're the ones keeping me alive." Jack argued. The two fell silent.
"Maybe we can ask them questions?"
"Hey! How about you go home and figure out who this is and I'll try not to die here."
"I actual think I know who it is." Adam sighed.
"Speak up, A', who?"
"That Kataigìda guy you hired."
"The dead Kataigìda guy I hired and then shot in the chest."
"There wasn't any blood. And he's the only I can think of that would hold a grudge against all of us, from what I've read."
Truthfully, there were many that wanted the brothers dead, but to err on the side of caution for the sake of the remaining two, they had to rule them out. Jack had no other choice but to listen to them theorize until they were done. "Lets just say if that guy is the guy. What do we do?" Mark finally gave in to the possibility. If Adam thought it true, Mark had no choice but to agree.
"We send out a hit, say ten thousand."
"I can do that." Mark agreed.
"Then we wait. Stay cautious, but once it's done we can sit back and relax. Plan?"
"Plan."
After leaving Jack to his lonesome, Mark attempted to call out to any hitmen and women to take the job at as little amount as he could, but the name Kataigìda was worth a lot more than a few mere thousand. The hit ended up at Jason's entire cut passed to Jack after being refunded for the nightclub. The two men had no idea the storm that awaited them. As they planned, Colt did also. He did research on the private militia that Jack hired and the hospital he was staying in. He was talented to have the ability to juggle his merciless retribution mission and Jess at the same time. It would slow him down, but he had some amount of patience left for it.

A few days after the incident, as Colt waited for it all to die down and slow police to an unsuspecting halt, Richie appeared at Colt's door. He burst in, pacing back and forth in the front room. "Colt, my fucking club is done! Because you couldn't hold in your anger!"
Colt shoved Richie into a halt. "Bad timing. I don't care if you're pissed about it, it had to he done."
"That Jason asshole may have pissed you off, but that's no reason to drive my club six feet under the dirt!"
"It was already five from Jason's doing, don't pin this on me."
"Whatever. The money went to that hospitalised older brother - John, or something. If you can take him out of the picture, then I can-" He cut himself off to Jess entering the room.
Colt hung his head and sighed as Richie stared in both shock and awe. "Colt, Colt, Colt, who have you brought home?"
Jess stepped back shyly. "Just a friend, staying her until I can get a place of my own."
"A little English friend, ey?"
"Richie."
"Right, I'll let you two get back to it."
"Richie!"
"I'm leaving! Just think about how you do what you're going to do, make this work for both of us. Got it?"
"Right."
Richie let himself out not after giving Jess a suggestive wink to make her bright red in the face. Richie implied that Colt kill Jack with caution and not rage, so that the money from the club would go back to Richie. It was the least he could do, but the most agonizing way to kill. "I think I'll follow him out." Colt decided through a sigh.
"Oh, who was that by the way?"
"Richie, Rich, Richard. Owned the Devil's Queen nightclub before the other guy bought it."
"Wow, I thought it was a little fishy you were in a nightclub, Colt. Hurry back, I was hoping we could watch a movie and get pizza. Or something." She suggestively nervously. He agreed just to make her happy and followed Richie to the nearest bar where they sat the furthest they could get away from anyone.

"Colt, I'm gonna say this only once." It seemed important, he had Colt's attention. "Do not, and I can't stress this enough, do not let that girl get back on her feet."
"Here we go." He moaned in reply.
"I'm not just being me this time. I'm serious, you have a shot here."
"A shot at what?"
"Getting out. She's your chance. You can leave the guns and killing behind if you focus on her."
"And what if I don't want to?"
Richie looked upset for a second then leaned in to whisper. "You're a murderer."
"I'm also a thief, a kidnapper, a mercenary, a test subject, a shop clerk in bloody Morrison's in Manchester, the list goes on."
"That's not the point. You can't tell me you haven't thought of giving this life up."
Colt took a while to respond, and when he did his voice was different. It was stern as always, but a sad and lonely sort of vibe to it. "You can't give up a life like mine. That's just common sense."

Kataigìda had existed for a few years now, and his experience out-ranked veterans of the job. His excelled skill bumped him forward of assassins with decades of skill and natural talent. He definitely felt older than he was, and most older men would comment on his age. They would always advise that he leave the killer's lifestyle before it controlled him. The problem was he was perfect for it, and everyone knew it. Whether Colt wanted to leave it all behind it not, it was too late, no matter how much he or someone tried, Colt Cain would always be the name of a killer and the beast inside of him would always be a part of him. It would live and die with him.