Getting Out: Step Three
Boris hurried down the halls of the mafia HQ. Ghost had called the heads of the divisions to an emergency meeting and he was going to be late thanks to his damn alarm clock. He ran into Nomader along the way.
"Well, I guess I won't be the only late one.", he said casually.
"Alarm clock?", asked Nomader.
"Yup."
"Hmm...So, I wonder just what happened to Charlotte?"
"Huh? Something happened?"
"Yeah. Didn't you here? She came back here, black and bruised. Britkid's nowhere to be found either. That's what the meeting's about."
Boris remained silent until they reached the meeting room. As he and Nomader walked inside they saw Ghost glaring at them across the room. Stevens, Triv, Strauss, Ocelot, Assasin, and Red were all there. It was a shame about Fragment and BigLundi.
They then saw Charlotte. Her hair was dirty and slightly blood-stained. Her arms and face were covered with large bruises. She looked like shit.
"Well, now that Boris and Nomad are FINALLY here, let's start this meeting.", said Ghost angrily. "It's obivous why we're all here."
He paused, seeming to try and take it all in.
"Charlotte, it seems, was-"
"I can talk for myself.", said Charlotte interupting. "I was following Brit and Ghandi to supervise, but they both rebelled. I was about to get rid of them when I was attacked...
By PenitentTangent."
The group was silent, with gaping mouths. This was too much to take in at one time. Even Strauss, who was normally calm in every situation, was shocked.
Brit and Ghandi rebelling was bad enough, but no one cared about it.
Tangent was alive.
Some of them squirmed nervously. A smile crossed Mr. Trivia's lips.
"So...he lives! I'll have a lot of fun disecting him when he doesn't."
"It's all because of you and your paranoia that this started!", yelled RedGlare.
"How could he be alive?!", questioned Stevens.
"Well, maybe it's because..."
The others broke into arguments amongst themselves. Ghost motioned to his capos for them to come outside.
Strauss slipped a furious glance to Boris and Charlotte, who looked away. Ghost adressed them.
"This is bad.", he said, stating the obvious. "I don't know how Tangent could be alive. We all watched him..."
"There is a chance...", said Strauss, breaking in. "That the wounds we gave him weren't fatal and the river carried him away to medical treatment."
"Bah!", said Boris. "That's impossible! We made sure he was dead!"
Ghost shushed them.
"None the less, this is bad. We'll have to deal with this immediately. Boris, you take out Fairy and Ghandi. Brit too, if need be."
"I can't leave-"
"Then find someone who can, dammit! Charlotte, you take care of Tangent."
"Gladly.", she said, with revenge in her mind.
Ghost walked away. He was aggitated and nervous. They could tell he was off to the bar. Once he had descended the stairs, Boris asked:
"What is this?! Will it interfere with our plans?!"
"No! This will all go as planned, as long as we keep our heads and eliminate them quickly. Charlotte, are you sure you can take out Tangent?", asked Strauss.
"Yes. He caught me off guard before and knocked me out with some sort of a disquised stun grenade."
"Good. With these nuisances out of our way, we'll have no problems taking control."
Far away, in the next city, Fairy sat next to Brikid, wiping his forehead now and then. Ghanden had gone to find a doctor a few hours ago. She was beginning to wonder if leaving the mafia, no matter how justly, was such a good idea.
Britkid's fever was rising faster every minute. He wouldn't last the night at this rate.
Ghanden returned alone.
"It's no use. There's no doctor in this city that will help us."
"Damn...Then there's nothing we can do?"
Another voice appeared out of the blue.
"I think I can lend a hand."
Funny. It sounded just like PenitentTangent.
To be continued...