Bombs Away

Chapter 10 - On the Other Side

[A/N: Hey ya'll, just gonna try someone new's POV, tell me what you think of it! Kinda nervous to try it out haha... BUT - in the beginning here, it is an anonymous POV, so if you are confused... Then good >:) ]

ANONYMOUS POV:

The dark haired young man's fist connects with the larger, heavy man's nose, effectively knocking him out. Two men approach him, one sneaking behind the dark haired man. Unexpectedly, he attacks first, expertly dodging the hook punch sent his way by one of the two men in front of him, before clocking him in the ear, sending him to the floor. The second man tries to kick him, but the dark haired hero catches his foot, breaks his leg with one arm, all the while pulling him in and punching him three times in the face. The last man behind him timidly comes at him, but the dark haired man sends the screaming broken legged one into him, causing them both to fall over. Even though there is a withering body on top of him, the man that had come up from behind pulled out a gun and pointed it at the young man he and his team were sent to kill, though they only know his face, not his story. Before he can fulfill his duties, the young man simply kicks aside the gun in a way that when the trigger is pulled, the bullet goes through the man's comrades' head.

Overcome with shock, he has no choice but to allow the young man to pin his hand uncomfortably behind his back. He shouts out in pain, "Who are you?!" His British accent is thick.

"You're worst nightmare," The young man growls menacingly in his ear. The other man helplessly shakes in his boots, flipped over so that his clammy cheek in pressed to the concrete of the alley way. The young man kicks off the body of the other guy and digs his knee into his only conscious victim.

"Now here's how this is going to work. You will tell me who you work for, and I won't have to take matters in my own hands. You can walk, and won't have to face the wrath of your boss again if you do as I asked. Okay?"

"I'm not going to tell you shit," The captured man spits, knowing full well that he can't just 'walk away' from his boss. Once you're in, there is on way out. That's just the way of the game. You play by the rules, or you die.

"Alright, we're going to have to do this the hard way, then." The young man smiles a sinister grin at the suffering face beneath him. He slowly unsheathes a sick looking knife from his waist band, and presses it against the man's cheek. "Last chance," He mocks.

In response, the man glares at a pebble on the ground, focusing all of his attention there, knowing perfectly what's going to come next.

"Bad choice, brother." The younger man shoves his black hat into the man's mouth and slowly, agonizingly slowly, drags the sharp blade of the knife across his victim's cheek.

The man's screams are muffled by the fabric in his mouth.

An hour later, the younger man has the information he needs. Not only does he know now that he is being hunted, but he knows exactly who is doing it. He had already guessed, but you never know these days.

The dark haired man walks out of the alley way after calling his men to come and clean it up ASAP. You can't be leaving trails anywhere. After looking cautiously at the few people walking down the side walk, he sighs in relief that none of them seem to be aware of what just happened. Glancing over his shoulder, he smiles to himself when the three dumpsters in the alley hide what had just occurred.

As he crosses the street however, his smile slowly fades. He doesn't like doing that. It was simply out of self defense. He had been talking the owner of the club neighboring the narrow alley, trying to get information out of him as well - simply by negotiation that time, no knifes. Having getting nothing useful, he had left through the back door and was attacked. He was sure then that the club owner was no longer a valid asset. Something would have to be done about him. If word got out that he was the one looking for her, then this operation would surely be comprised.