Epilogue 2 of 3
New York, New York.
Dumont Fondation.
A single man dressed in a full suit pressed the button for the elevator. He loosened up his shoulders as he listened to the ding of the elevator making its way to him. He soon began to pat his suit jacket as he was looking for his favorite preroll. As he finally found it, the elevator opened for him. His eyes looked at the parting doors as random workers began to run past him.
He rolled his eyes as he waited for them to leave, before slowly walking into the elevator. He quickly turned around as he looked at the chaos he had felt. A black Lamborghini rested in the fountain as it destroyed the front. Two guards laid on the floor stuck between being dead or needed to go to the hospital. He had one guard slump against the wall as the receptionist just looked at him with shock and horror. A smile came across his face as he waved her goodbye as the doors closed.
After pressing the button to the very top floor, he went back to finding the preroll. As the elevator began it's ascension, he took a moment to take in the aroma of the preroll. He closed his eyes as the sweet pineapple smell filled his nostrils. He chuckled a little as he could almost taste the volcanic ash.
"Ahh. Red Devil Hawaiian. I've been saving you for a special moment like this," His smooth deep voice filled the elevator. He placed the preroll in his mouth allowing and tasted the pineapple. "Now to have a taste before.."
He went silent for a moment as he began to pat his jacket and his pockets for a lighter. He then leaned his head up in defeat as he remembered where he left it.
"I left it in the car," he groaned. He sighed as he shock his head a little as his raspy laughter filled the elevator. He placed the preroll back in his pocket as he pulled out three, 2½ inch, needles, and rested them between his gloves fingers. "Guess, I have to borrow someones."
A smile crossed his face as his he looked at the rising numbers as he got closer to his destination.
"Quickly get into formation!" Henrietta order the 17 remaining guards as anger showed across her face. She gritted her teeth pulling back her black lips. She muttered under her breath as she watch the trained guards get into formation. She crossed her arms over her chest as she took tall behind the main door to their father's door. "Remember this is not a drill, this is a kill on sight. Shoot that puta in his face," She said as her accent began to show.
A tsk left her mouth as she wasn't expecting him to pop up so early. But she remembered this was him, and he does shit his own way. She looked at each guard that was trained to take him out in hand to hand and even from far away. There was a little worry in her eyes as she look at the raising number on the single elevator. She took a deep breath as the number finally came to a stop on their floor. Her heart started to beat a little faster as she along with each guard watched as the elevator doors started to open.
"¡Manténgase alerta!" She told the guards in her native tongue. She heard all the clicks of the guns of the heavily armored guards.
Each of them watched as the elevator opened up to reveal no one inside. The air became tensed as all of them stared at the empty elevator.
Two soliders on the end of the row quickly looked over at Henrietta for a signal. With a nod of her head, the guards were given permission to go search. While in a low position covering their vital points, the two guard elbowed their comrades. The now four men steadily and quickly made their way to the corners of the elevator placing themselves against the wall. Both leaders looked at each other as they both took a second before nodding at each other. They quickly took a step forward before fully turning into the elevator.
Their hearts began to beat as they examined the elevator moving in closer as the other two followed behind him. They then looked up and down as to make sure he wasn't anywhere in it. Yet they found nothing.
"Clear."
"Clear."
"Clear, Madame."
"Tsk." Henrietta let out as she tensed up a little. She knew this was a trap, but she didn't know exactly how he was going to do this. "¿Dónde estás, hijo de puta?" She muttered to herself as she watched.
As the guards continued to search they began to hear a winding sound followed by a loud snap. Before they realized it, the elevator was falling.
The rest, including Henrietta watched as their target slowly walked out the top of the elevator as if it was falling in slow motion. Without missing a beat the man tossed his three toothpick size needles as he quickly took cover behind a desk. The needles split off before ricocheting off of the floor and going into the goggles of three soldiers causing their goggles to shatter and send shards into their eyes.
As they screamed the others began to fire at the desk the man was hiding behind. The bullets ripped through the desk as if it was made of paper while the man just sat there behind the thickest part that protected him for the bullets.
"I see your using the guards I trained well." He calmly said through the gunfire. His eyes looked around the area as the weak points of the building as a smile came across his face.
The picture of how the guards were laid out began to fill his head as he reached into the sleeves of his suit jacket pulling out more needles.
"You know your not supposed be here," Henrietta said in an annoyed tone. She ignored his first comment as she looked at the soliders as they went into their first formation.
The soliders moved in two row V format. The first row was kneeling, while the second one was standing and focusing fire at where Francis was.
"Aww, but I missed you guys. Plus I wanted to talk with the old man." He mockingly told his sister. "On another point do you have a lighter? I want to light this preroll to celebrate."
"¡Vete al infierno!" Henrietta yelled at him as a vain began to form in the side of her head.
He kicked himself off of the ground and rolled into the open. His left hand flew outwards as he released his grip on 6 needles. They flew straight and went into the barrel of the first kneeling row. As each first row pulled their trigger, they either had their guns jam or had their guns back fired on them in a small explosion. The ones that exploded caused ones that were holding it to fall backward in pain on the ones behind them and knock the other ones over.
The figure turned his body fully to face the men and lauched another wave of needles at the using his right hand. While the needles scattered they managed to hit some of the soldiers either in their weak points or just hit the square on. One needle went straight for Henrietta, but she moved her head to the right as the the needle just barley grazed her left cheek. Yet, she didn't flinch.
The main smirked as he sprinted towards the men. Before one guard could realize it, he was met with the bottom of the man's foot to his face causing him to fall backwards. His right fist caught one guard in the face with enough force to knock the helmet off of his head. The click of a gun filled his left ear, causing the man to turn around and stare down the barrel of a soldier with a hand gun. As the soldier pulled the trigger, the man dropped low dodging the bullet at point blank and caused the bullet to go into one of his comrades leg. Before he could pull the trigger again, he felt his kneecap explode as the man kicked him in it. The man used to moment to sweep the legs of other guards as he pushed himself off of the ground and launched himself towards the ceiling. As his feet touched the ceiling, he reached into his sleeves and rained down needles on the remaining guards.
As the needles hit the guards in different spots going past their armor, the man did a quick flip so he can land on the ground perfectly on his feet. He man a clicking sound with his mouth as he heard the men groaning on the ground in pain.
"Gentleman, you all have gotten soft. You lot might need-" He was about to critique the injured guards, but felt the knuckles of a fist hitting his face. The force behind the punch could knock anyone on their as, but he wasn't just anyone. The man stumbled back a little as he regained his balance.
"I hope it hurt," Henrietta said as she went into hit him again. She wasn't surprised when he blocked her right hook with his forearm, but this wouldn't stop her. As she quickly used her left hand to hit him in the gut before pushing him back with a kick. "You should have stayed gone, Francis. You know you can't beat me in hand to hand."
Francis stumbled back to the wall. He felt the pain in the gut and his jaw and spit out a little blood. A small chuckle left his mouth as he pulled himself up.
"Oh. I know." He then raised one to reveal a pin. "That's why I never fight fair with you."
Henrietta's eyes went wide as she realized the pin he had went to a grenade. She took her eyes off of him as she quickly searched for the live grenade. However when she looked down, Francis struck.
He was in front of her and used his arms to buck her backwards. When she stumbled back from his surprise attack, he delivered a hard kick to her stomach that lifted her off the ground. He watched as she went through the glass window and began to fall down the 55 story building to the pavement below. He heard her call his name before she landed on a car.
"Ouch. She's gonna feel that one tomorrow," Francis remarked as he pulled his preroll from his pocket. He place the sweet blunt in his mouth as he began to strick the lighter he picked off of her. "Thanks for the light, Sis." He muttered as the fire came to life and lit the preroll.
He stood there taking a long and slow pull allowing the sweet taste to fill his lungs. He held it for a few minutes, before allowing it to escape through his nostrils and blow into the night sky. He looked at the city and then the moon.
"It's a beautiful night. I might take a stroll ," He talked to himself as he continued his preroll and allowed the ashes to fall to the city below him. With a finally inhale as he fined his reward, he allowed the rest of it to fall and tossed down the fake pin with it.
"Time to chat with the old man," Francis muttered to himself as he walked away from the broken window as people gathered below to check on his sister. He just hummed to himself while walking and fixing his jacket.