other man, unable to move his dead colleague’s lifeless head from his face. Blood began to trickle down the body and into the bathtub below. The second man cursed in Portuguese, Jack ignored him. He stepped a foot closer.
‘That was for my wife,’ and immediately the gun coughed three more times, into the heart of the second man. ‘That was entirely for me.’ Jack turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. He approached the woman. She was unsure of her next move, but felt she could trust Jack. She may never have got the information she needed, without his help.
‘Jack,’ he said, holding out his black gloved hand, introducing himself.
‘Anjo,’ the woman replied, outstretching her hand to greet his, her hand moist with sweat and visibly shaking. Jack unscrewed his warm silencer and placed it, along with his gun, securely back inside its holster. ‘We better get out of here,’ Jack suggested.
‘That is a very good idea.’ They wandered into the lounge area, the beams of lowering sun, penetrating the balcony doors, warming the room. Two black trench coats were draped over a red and green striped, renaissance chair in the corner. Jack picked them both up and threw one at Anjo and told her to put it on. They opened the door to the suite and peered into the corridor, the cameras were now on and Jack had no back up to help him. With no sign of staff or guests they swiftly exited the Suite Repubblica. Jack was about to head to the stairs when Anjo, pulled him in the other direction.
‘Follow me,’ she said. He was a little hesitant, but continued. They came to a panel half way along the hallway. Anjo stopped at a small, brass wall light, unclipped its side and swung it open. Inside was a small, numbered keypad. Anjo pushed 67549. Quietly the green, wallpapered panel slid across, revealing a stairway. They both headed down the two flights of stairs and exited into the street, a street all too familiar to Jack.
‘So that’s how he managed to use this exit!’ exclaimed Jack. ‘How did you know it was there?’
‘I met one of his bodyguards in the street, we went for coffee and he told me about the secret passage after we became, shall we say, intimate.’
‘He told you the code as well?’ Jack said, surprisingly.
‘What can I say, when I’m naked I have great powers of persuasion,’ she replied.’ Jack raised an eyebrow in admiration.
‘I know we are after the same thing. I would like to help. We could combine our efforts,’ Jack suggested. ‘Here is my contact number if you would like to take me up on my offer, I’ll be making plans to visit him very soon.’
‘Thank you, I will consider it,’ she said, not wanting to commit to anything. ‘I just can’t believe I have come all this way to find out his latest home is not far from my own. Thank you again for your help Jack, but I must get back home to my family.’ The woman turned and walked off down the street and vanished. Jack causally made his way back to his hotel to collect his things, ready for a trip back to London.
Alex met Jack at Heathrow. Jack slung his bags in the back seats of Alex’s Freelander 2. He got in the passenger side and shut his door and buckled his seat belt.
‘So you’ve come back to let me help you,’ Alex said, pulling into the busy traffic.
‘Nothing’s changed, your still not going to risk your life for my vendetta,’ Jack replied. ‘I just need a few more things, then I’m off to Brazil.’
‘So, this woman still hasn’t called? And I still can’t believe you gave her your number,’ Alex replied.
‘She’s a local. It would be good to have a guide and I think she can be trusted.’
‘If you say so. But if she does call, you have to let me come. A hot chick, hot weather, bit of gunfire action, what more can a man ask for?’ Alex joined the heavy queue of traffic.
‘I never said she was hot.’
‘Your description, plus my
‘That was for my wife,’ and immediately the gun coughed three more times, into the heart of the second man. ‘That was entirely for me.’ Jack turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. He approached the woman. She was unsure of her next move, but felt she could trust Jack. She may never have got the information she needed, without his help.
‘Jack,’ he said, holding out his black gloved hand, introducing himself.
‘Anjo,’ the woman replied, outstretching her hand to greet his, her hand moist with sweat and visibly shaking. Jack unscrewed his warm silencer and placed it, along with his gun, securely back inside its holster. ‘We better get out of here,’ Jack suggested.
‘That is a very good idea.’ They wandered into the lounge area, the beams of lowering sun, penetrating the balcony doors, warming the room. Two black trench coats were draped over a red and green striped, renaissance chair in the corner. Jack picked them both up and threw one at Anjo and told her to put it on. They opened the door to the suite and peered into the corridor, the cameras were now on and Jack had no back up to help him. With no sign of staff or guests they swiftly exited the Suite Repubblica. Jack was about to head to the stairs when Anjo, pulled him in the other direction.
‘Follow me,’ she said. He was a little hesitant, but continued. They came to a panel half way along the hallway. Anjo stopped at a small, brass wall light, unclipped its side and swung it open. Inside was a small, numbered keypad. Anjo pushed 67549. Quietly the green, wallpapered panel slid across, revealing a stairway. They both headed down the two flights of stairs and exited into the street, a street all too familiar to Jack.
‘So that’s how he managed to use this exit!’ exclaimed Jack. ‘How did you know it was there?’
‘I met one of his bodyguards in the street, we went for coffee and he told me about the secret passage after we became, shall we say, intimate.’
‘He told you the code as well?’ Jack said, surprisingly.
‘What can I say, when I’m naked I have great powers of persuasion,’ she replied.’ Jack raised an eyebrow in admiration.
‘I know we are after the same thing. I would like to help. We could combine our efforts,’ Jack suggested. ‘Here is my contact number if you would like to take me up on my offer, I’ll be making plans to visit him very soon.’
‘Thank you, I will consider it,’ she said, not wanting to commit to anything. ‘I just can’t believe I have come all this way to find out his latest home is not far from my own. Thank you again for your help Jack, but I must get back home to my family.’ The woman turned and walked off down the street and vanished. Jack causally made his way back to his hotel to collect his things, ready for a trip back to London.
Alex met Jack at Heathrow. Jack slung his bags in the back seats of Alex’s Freelander 2. He got in the passenger side and shut his door and buckled his seat belt.
‘So you’ve come back to let me help you,’ Alex said, pulling into the busy traffic.
‘Nothing’s changed, your still not going to risk your life for my vendetta,’ Jack replied. ‘I just need a few more things, then I’m off to Brazil.’
‘So, this woman still hasn’t called? And I still can’t believe you gave her your number,’ Alex replied.
‘She’s a local. It would be good to have a guide and I think she can be trusted.’
‘If you say so. But if she does call, you have to let me come. A hot chick, hot weather, bit of gunfire action, what more can a man ask for?’ Alex joined the heavy queue of traffic.
‘I never said she was hot.’
‘Your description, plus my
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