When Filip woke up
(That was Mr.silvanavich's first name)
he was tied to a chair.

The thick ropes that bound him to the wooden object were like snakes slowly rapping around him and tightening their grip, working their way up for the kill.

"Imagine it" Matthew stepped forward.

"All your men have been killed. You wake up tied to a chair, beaten and bloody. Things couldn't get any worse. And then they do. You look up, blood and sweat blur your vision, and staring down at you, looking into your eyes, is the very face, of the devil himself.

Matthew winked.
"Hello"

"Who are you?" Filip asked confused about what had just happened.

He had 2 black eyes and a bust lip. Cuts had ruined his beautiful green Texas suit.

His white cowboy hat was still on but was stained with blood, some of it his own, some belonged to his dead henchmen.

Matt stood up and walked to the sad excuse of the man tied a the chair.

"Yes , we attacked your company. Yes we killed all your men, and yes we tied you to a chair and are keeping you against your will, but are any of those really a crime?"

His blue beady eyes gazed at him the same way a child would look at his teacher, questioning what he had just said.

Matthew found it adorable when nasty people were ever so confused.

"Well... yeah " Ewan said, responding to his friends previous question.

"Trespassing, murder and kidnap. In that order. All of which are against the law" he poked his glasses back up his nose.

"Really Ewan, were supposed to be on the same side" Matt pointed at Filip "he is the bad guy!"

"Now hold on a second," Filip protested "I ain't done nothing wrong! All my men had honest gun licenses to guard the warehouse! We run a company were business pay us to store goods safely and securely. We offer a private and reliable service with full.."

"Cut the bull crap bitch!!!" Mike interrupted him mid sentence.

"We both know you been ass deep in white powder since you got here, and we both know that powder sure as hell ain't talc." Mike said, sick of all his lies.

The man didn't deny these accusations, but instead stayed silent.

"I say we get to the vote. I vote we kill this bad mother fucker and then shift our asses outta here! We were payed to take down a gang, and that's exactly what we did."

The stress was causing him to swear more than usual , but nobody really cared.

"Same" Ewan said without the long explanation. He liked to keep it simple.

Matt stood up

"He might be helpful for future investigations. I say we tie him up and take him back."

As much as Jak did want to see this scum dead , Matthew made a good point.

"2 votes for death,
2 votes for capture.
Jess you make the call"

He looked as Jess slowly walked over to the captive and slowly examined him.
She got behind him.

"Let me put it like this" she said wickedly. A sadistic smile lit up in her face.
She drew out a thick blade that was like a bread knife, but it was sharp on both sides.
She rose it high in the air and then hacked down at Filip's shoulder.
He howled in pain and squirmed uncontrollably, so much so his chair fell onto the floor. Blood poured out his shoulder and bathed the floor with the sticky, red substance.

His face also got a thorough drenching from unstoppable wound that would definitely prove fatal.

His green suit was splattered with stains. His face was a contorted image of so many different emotions.

The withering body slowly stopped its gruesome waterfall, and the lifeless corpse was left in a pool of its own blood.

"You didn't have to do that" Matt said.

"I know, but it was pretty fun" Jess said as she returned the blade.

"Well then, we better get out of here before the cops show up, and discover this very obvious ""gang fight"" (his fingered in the shape of inverted commas. )

And then they left the warehouse and returned home.

That was Jak's first mission.

Definitely not his last.

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