fire on fire / prison break

NINETEEN

A tall, buff man walked down the red carpet covered halls of the Viper House, his shiny black shoes contrasting against the bright red carpet as he passed by his colleagues.

"Can't catch a break, huh, Snake?" a man asked him as he passed by, patting him on the shoulder. The tall man nicknamed Snake smiled, shoving his friend as if he was about to fight him.

"What can i say, ain't easy being the best." Snake joked, barely stopping in his tracks before turning towards the elevator, "Not that you'd know." he added with a laugh as he entered the elevator, watching the doors close as he heard a faint 'Fuck you' in the background.

He pressed the button numbered 63, clearing his throat as the elevator went up. About a few moments later, the doors opened and he walked out, making his way towards the secretary who was sat by her desk, placed on the right side of the giant door in the middle of the hall.

"Good morning, Mr. Derek." the blonde woman said, her long, red nails tapping on the keyboard as she looked up at him. "Looking good, as always."

"Morning, Adelaide." he grinned, his gaze following her actions as she reached behind her for a red folder. Over the time he had spent in the Viper House, Derek had noticed that the woman must love the color red. Red nails, red folder, red lipstick. Derek glanced down at her shoes. Red heels. He nodded at her once again as she handed him the folder. "You're too sweet. As always." he said, turning on his heel as he walked up to the door.

He cracked his neck and shrugged his shoulders before opening the door.

"Tell me you're bringin' good news, Derek." Christian said, his eyes landing on him as he sat down in his chair.

"I found nothing, boss. No one by the name of Aleksandra Karanikolau." Derek said, walking up to the middle of the room. He watched as his boss rolled his eyes, the anger visible by the look on his face.

"Bitch thinks she can play with me." Christian scoffed, leaning back in his chair as he gave Derek a look-over.

"I also tracked the call." Derek said nonchalantly, like it's a daily routine he was talking about. "I was able to find the exact location of the woman." he explained in a thick british accent, taking a folder that was tucked under his arm and handing it to his boss, who had the widest smile on his face.

"That's what I'm fuckin' talking about!" he laughed, taking the folder from Derek's hand and throwing it on the desk before opening it eagerly.

"Chicago, Illinois." he nodded, an amused look on his face as he flipped through the pages. "Well, I think you should pay our dear Aleksandra a visit, don't you?" Christian asked.

"As you wish, boss." Derek replied.

"Great." the Boss said, taking a cigar from the box that was placed on his desk. "Go find that little bitch and bring her here." he ordered, putting the cigar in his mouth before lighting it, a cloud of smoke exiting his mouth as he opened it to speak again, "And I want her alive. That clear?"