Shiiiishhh. The water coursed on as Victor finished his shower. He had jeans on and no shirt, drying himself with a towel as he rubbed his hair around. Slapping on a light green T-shirt, he walked to his sink mirror, using the electronic shaver he’d just bought and began to shave. Pzzzttt! The shaver came to life as he raised it to his cheek.
Dom. Zip! Sounds came from outside the bathroom. Nok. Was it just the TV, which he’d left on? The Discovery Channel was on, but this didn’t sound like the TV. Victor opened the bathroom door, glimpsing out, it appeared someone was trying to break in to the apartment.
Slowly withdrawing to his closet, Victor prepared to retract his gun. Crash! The door came down as five gunmen came in, Dark skinned, short hair and 50 Caliber guns, stained with blood. Retracting his gun by instinct, Victor siderolled as bullets raced past him. They were assassins sent to kill him.
Hiding behind the couch, Victor cocked his gun, he had four bullets only. Bullets raced around the room as he raised his gun, aiming for the lights of the room, he took his shot, sacrificing a bullet for darkness.
The room went dark as Victor side rolled one more behind his TV, the chatter of the TV right to his ear.. The men were assuming a back-to-back stance, he couldn’t sneak up on them. He needed to break them up. His closet containing all of his tools was across the room, he couldn’t dash for it. Doing a quick assessment of the men’s faces with his sharp vision, he was able to discern many details about them.
Slowly he pushed his table towards the couch, without a sound. All of them bunched up together gave him the advantage of taking out to birds with one stone. Aiming his shot from the dark, he sent a bullet piercing ones hip and tearing through to hit his teammates stomach. Both dropped to the ground as the remaining three assassins turned to Victor. Bouncing around in a flurry of agile jumps and acrobatics, the bullets ending up hitting the roof as he burst through his bedroom door, shutting it closed behind him.
Buying himself a few seconds, he leapt over the bed, taking a behind cover position and training his gun at the door. He could hear the charges being planted as the door exploded open, splinters and shrapnel flying around the room and a few small pieces pierced Victor’s hands.
“Aah!” he gave away his position as the assassins jumped in, retracting knives for close combat. The first came with a knife stab to Victor’s eye. Rasing his hand, he grabbed the man’s wrist, the knife only inches away from his eye as he twisted the man’s wrist, disarming him and throwing him out the balcony as he yelled.
The remaining two came about Victor simultaneously, knives held as they aimed for his neck. Rolling out of the way, the knives instead hit the wall behind him, he resumed his position, delivering a vertical strike downwards at their wrist, almost breaking their arm as they yelled out. He used the disarmed knife to slash at their ears, as the body uses ears to balance, they shouldn’t be able to get up.
They lay in a pool of blood. He lived this day, but answers still remained, he grabbed the man on the ground, raising him at face level and giving him a menacing look
“How many bones do I have to break to get you to speak?” he intimidated him. The man was afraid, still unable to hear properly “Speak”
“I- I’m sorry! Please don’t kill me! I’ll tell you everything” the assassin took deep breaths.
“Of course you will” Victor pinned the assassin to a wall as he began the story.
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The next morning, Victor began to prepare and research. His next journey wouldn’t be easy. He leaves tonight. On his laptop screen, he sat in the dark with the Wikipedia page of the Detroit Lion open. "Urbs . . .?"