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Seized

Brett

He kept his face as the sound of the gunshot rang in his ears. Flinching was not something he did while on the job. He was always on the job.

"Jesus, Victor, don't you know any better ways of dealing with things?" he said calmly, eyeing up the man who had just held a gun to his face. Luckily, Victor was as bad a shot as he was at judging situations. The red spilled only from his assassin's shoulder, although he wasn't about to let the idiots working for him find out, he was rather relieved at that.

"Get the poor man a bandage for his shoulder, " Brett ordered as he pulled Eddys weapon out of his hands, studying the metal for a moment. It was too large and impractical for his taste, but he knew it was just the kind his assassin liked. He put it down on his desk.

"So, Chen, you've finally sunk low enough to try and kill me?" he said, before kneeling down next to the fallen man and grabbing him by his cheeks to make him look at him. "Who sent you, huh?"

When he didn't get any coherent reply, Brett snatched the transmitter from his ear, looking at it for a moment before throwing it hard against the wall on the other side of the room. The shattering of plastic sounded through the room, and again Brett didn't even bat an eye.

"Who wants me dead, Chen? It'll be better for you to tell me now, you know."

The next thing he knew, a warm clot of spit hit him straight in the face as the defiance in Eddy kicked in, and why Brett hadn't expected that was beyond himself. He backed away with a disgusted look, grabbing a handkerchief from his desk to wipe off his face and his glasses.

"Victor, do me a favour? Tie this man to that chair over there," he said, icy calm, and Victor quickly made the arrangements to obey his boss. Brett placed his glasses gently back on his face, pushing them up the bridge of his nose with his index finger. "And where the hell is that bandage? Are you gonna let him bleed out before we get anything out of him or what, huh?"

He watched his men get to work, ripping off most of his shirt to bandage him properly and getting him properly tied to the chair. Seeing both his slaves working and the high and mighty Eddy Chen in his custody at the same time made him feel powerful. A good feeling he'd want anyone to experience once.

"Actually, grab one of the candies for him as well, while you're at it. Poor man looks like he needs a nap," Brett commented, watching one of the newer additions to the group disappear into the other room to retrieve what was asked. "I want him brought back to the mansion. I'll get him to talk myself."

He had to keep himself from grinning smugly as he saw the guards exchange awed looks as they realized the importance of their prisoner. He kept his face, though. Grinning was not a part of his job.

"How about you proving yourself today, rookie?" Brett suggested, pointing to the new guy who had fetched the "candy" earlier. He gave a short, sharp laugh when he got the look of "Who, me?" on his face. Newbies.

"Get the job done, buddy. Have fun with it."