THE CHASE

CH#2:"FRIENDLY FIRE."

It was a filthy surrounding. The air smelled like shit. I breathed uncomfortably. I was no more drunk. I remembered that the note was no missing poster. It was a simple money dollar. The man beside me in the club was shot and it was no stove case, it was planned.

All I saw around me was dark gas. From the dark gas emerged few foot steps which rang through my ear and I stood there breathing in the shit atmosphere. Slowly a body emerged of the dust and revealed his face. It was a normal tall man with a police hat and his badge of L.A.P.D, It was Nicole Nicolas, the officer who had negotiated with me. He looked at me and gave a grin. I asked,"Where am I? What is happening?"
He grinned again and without saying a word took out his pistol and shot me in the head. It was like,'TANG...'
It felt like a hot bee sting. I thudded on the ground and peered through the gas and landed on the ground opening my eyes. It was a dream, but unfortunately only me being in the dust and Nicole shooting me was only a dream. The other stuff was reality.

I was on a soft car seat. The man who had rescued me or rather kidnapped me wore a scarf and was driving. An average hieght brunette haired women sat on the backseat checking her phone messages. Noone cares that I was here.
"Do I know you people? Or are you guys another band of kidnappers?" I asked looking at both of them but they did not answer. The man continued driving and the women found more interest in her phone.
The man drove by few quarters and stopped near a small house.
"Follow me." The man said as he left the car moving into the house and the girl also finally kept her mobile in her pocket and started moving towards the house.
It was a small house and was messy in the inside. I decided to be quiet because after the club incident, all of a sudden I had gained a lot of importance. Everyone was fighting to kidnap me. The man directed me to a couch and made me sit.
"You two look like higher bugdget kidnappers. The last ones offered only a chair. A wooden one." I chuckled expecting both of them to laugh but the girl looked pretty serious and I couldn't make out if the man found it funny because of his scarf.
"Well... You seem to have not changed at all." The man with the scarf said.
"You say it like you are my dad." I giggled but still none of them laughed. They seemed to have a pathetic humor.
"Disappointed that you have not recognized me." The man said putting his right hand on the knot where the scarf was tied. He pulled the knot and revealed his face. I took a second to read the face but then it came out that I was not a great fan of what followed. The face brings bad memories.
I sighed. It was my brother, elder brother.
"You- you are the kidnapper?"
"I am not a kidnapper. I am here to rescue you." He said.
"What? Am I in trouble?" I asked making a sad face.
"Big trouble. Not your fault. It is your luck." He explained.
"Why... What is it?" I asked concerned.
"Those officers were disguised. The real police thinks that the blast was some doing of the 'CavenChan' group."
"CavenChan?" I tried to spell it clearly.
"It is a group or a fanclub you can say. The police has assumed that the blast was the fault of the club owners, CavenChan club."
Just then was that I remembered that the club I had gone to was CavenChan Club.

"You remember the man who was seated near you? He was a worthy rival of the owner of CavenChan, Mr.Haggary Chan...""The man who sat near you was Mr.Rihxtar. Haggary tried to eliminate Xtar because Xtar had double-crossed Haggary in buisness. Thus, Haggary shot Xhan in the club itself and to wipe all proof, they blasted the club but you survived and the only evidence the real police has is you and that is why Haggary wants to wipe you off. As in, kill you. If he kills you, the case closes and the judiciary will have to prove Haggary innocent. That is why I am saving you, brother."
My head reeled. So many CHARECTERS were now confusing me.
"Okay. So, Haggary wants to kill me because he wants all proof to be wiped off, right?"
"Yes." The girl said though I didn't expect her to speak.
"Why not I go undercover? Like... I will hide. Haggary can't find me then." I suggested.
"Will not work. They will find you. You can't trust anyone here wearing a police badge also. Many of them are Haggary's men." Rick explained.
"Nicole was of Haggary, then?" I asked.
"Yes."
"What if Haggary does not find me?" I suggested.
"If he does not find you, he will gather fake proof and jail you." The girl said in her French accent.
"Wow. A real wow. That means that I am so unlucky, I am trapped from all sides!"
"There is the least way to get out of this now. Haggary is a clever person. He has made you look as the culprit in front of the judiciary. That means you are a thief, a gangster or whatever now. That means that you will have to escape because Haggary has made it look like you are the real culprit." Rick explained patiently.
"Why should I run away? I have not done anything wrong!" I exclaimed.
"The judiciary won't take that. They will ask for proof and Haggary has gathered all fake proof to prove you wrong. We can't go to any judge. We will lose."
"You will have to think like an assassin now. You are one now indeed because you have to escape. You can't stay." The girl explained in her French accent.
"So, what? How do we escape now? Where will we go?" I asked.
"We need to go to Oman. You are on the news. Oman is far away from here. No-one will question you there." Rick said.
"Let's get the flight and flee right away then."
"It is not so easy, brother. They have started security checks on airports, stations and traffic posts. Full high alert. No way we can escape so easily." Rick said pressing his lips together.
"Yes. Haggary has made you a thief, an assassin. We have to work cleverly." The French girl added.
"So, what do I need?" I asked concerned.
"That is a good question, brother. You need help. You need a proper disguise now and I know the perfect disguise for you!" Rick said smiling as he flashed a quick index at me.

Rick turned around to type a password on the door behind him and as he pressed enter, the wall creaked and the door opened automatically yet slowly.
It was pretty clear that I was some big WANTED ASSASSIN now. We entered the secret room and RICK slammed the door behind us.