Victor was already in North Carolina when his phone started ringing.

"Hello?" He answered the phone a he drove past other cars.

"Dad?" Danny spoke calmly.

"Danny. Are you ok?"

"Yeah. Where are you?" He could hear a Bring me the horizon song play in the background.

"Just entered North Carolina. You?"

"Still in South Carolina."

"What happened?"

"Rain of bullets. Listen. Head up to Tennessee."

"What for?" Victor was skeptical about her plan.

"To kill one of my kidnappers." She blared her car horn at someone who almost hit her car.

"Why do i have to go to Tennessee?"

"He hired men to kidnap me away from the ones that had me. Oh and i got his son."

"What are you going to do with him?"

"Get his whereabouts to end this little warfare between tem."

"Are you sure you want to do this alone?"

"Yeah. I'll do it by tomorrow night. It'll give us enough time to do everything we need.

"If anything call me or the other guys."

"Got it." She ended the call leaving Victor talking to himself.

"Great. Now I got to go to Tennessee." He mutter under his breath.

She drove down a lonely road until she found the perfect place to spend the night. She parked her car behind the small worn out cabin and dragged the man inside where she tied him up on a chair.

"K. My beautiful baby girl." She smiled down on the man. "Are you going to tell me your secrets or do I have to pry you open?" She asked as she sat on the floor.

"The fuck?" The guy yanked his arms trying to free himself from his restraints but his restrains were well done.

"Why does your dad wants to hire Bloodhound?" He didn't answer her question making her annoyed. She got up from her spot and threw a solid punch into the guy's gut.

"I ask, you answer." She punched him square in the jaw. "Understand?" He still didn't answer . She took off the guy's belt and started beating him the same way Gabriel had 6 months ago.

"you think that with a simple beating I will talk to you?" He laughed.

"No." She smiled as she hit him one more time before picking up a brick and smashed his left foot. He screamed in pain as Danny kept on crushing every bone in his left foot until she felt satisfied. She then moved to the right foot.

"Will you talk now or after I carve some inspirational words of advice into your legs?" She asked as she sat on top of the brick she had just used to crush both of his feet.

"Go to hell." She giggled as she grabbed her knife, used it to rip the right leg pant and started to carve. She carved vertical lines on the man's calves. He screamed in pain because she was using a carving knife used for pumpkins.

"Ready to have the talk?" She asked as she slowly sliced the man's tight, making him scream in pain.

"Fuck you." He grunted as he gritted his teeth.

"More fun then." She kept on carving into his flesh. She loved the way his flesh got stuck on every ridge of the knife which meant she had to yank and he having to suffer. She wasn't cutting fast she was doing it slowly, ridge by ridge, inch by inch. She loved the way Ethan screamed, it was music to her ears that sent chills down her spine.

"Fine." He screamed as he felt the warm knife blade slicing into a sensitive part of his tight.

"Read to talk?" She asked as she positioned herself to keep on cutting. He threw a kick into Danny's stomach but as his broken foot make impact with her, pain coursed through him. She got on her feet and stabbed him with all her force on his left leg. "Ready to talk?" She asked again as she twisted the knife. He nodded. "Then speak." She let go of the knife still in his leg.

"He wants him to work for him."

"What type of job?" She asked with her arms crossed on her chest.

"To kill his old colleague."

"What for?" She sat on Ethan's leg, with the knife still in his tight.

"They know things." In his eyes Danny didn't look more than 17. She also didn't seem strong enough to pick him up like she had done when she dumped his ass into her trunk.

"Like what?" She demanded for an answer.

"I don't know." He cried in pain as she flicked the knife hard. "Really. I don't know."

"Then what do you know?"

"It can give him the death sentence in Texas."

"What about tonight?" Her question confused him. "Where will he be tonight around 2."

"In his apartment with a prostitute."

Victor had just entered Tennessee when Danny called.

"Yeah?"

"Go to the first five star hotel in the phone guide, room 451. He'll be there after midnight."

"What are you going to do with the boy?" Victor asked as he heard a man crying in the background.

"Show him off." She ended the call.

"Yeah. take care of yourself too." He stuffed his phone in his pocket, put on a baseball cap and drove to the nearest gas station. He filled the gas tank and bought a local phone book to find the five star hotel. He drove to the Hotel and sneaked in through the back to look for room 451. He made a mental map of where the nearest exits were, how he was going to get there? or what his alternate plans would be.

She stood with her back against the wall, waiting in the darkness. Her AS-50 strapped to her back, one dagger in each boot and arms, a gun strapped to her right thigh. She was wearing black contact lenses, black war paint smeared all over her face. She was wearing black clothes and a military mask with a skull jaw printed on it that covered her nose and down. She heard the doorknob clock open before it swung open with force making her grab her gun waiting for bullets to come kiss her ass. A 50 year old man stumbled into the room with a young woman. Their bodies pressed so close together, ecstasy rising high. The man searched for the light switch as the woman started sucking his dick.

"Hold up. Let me turn the lights on." She kissed him on the lips as she slipped off her shirt. The man finally found the light switch and flipped it on, instead one light turned on.

"What the....?" He saw a young man tied up on a chair with his legs butchered in slices, his nose dripping with blood. There were a few stab wounds on his chest, drenching his shirt.

"Hello, Brandon." Brandon could only see a male silhouette standing next to the chair.

"Who are you?" He asked as he pulled out a gun."

"Call me what you want." The man stepped into the light .

"What do you want? And who is he?"

"That?" The man pointed to the one tied to the chair. "Is your enemy's son. Dead."

"Are you bloodhound." Brandon lowered his gun.

"No."

"Then who are you?" He raised his gun and pointed at the man. He could tell the man was in his early twenties, slim and built body. Had long hair, which he wore as a low bun.

"I'm your death." Death pulled out his gun out of the strap on his tight and shot Brandon in the chest. He then turned to Ethan who was still breathing and slashed his throat to make sure he keeps quiet forever.

"Are you going to kill me?" The prostitute asked as she stood mesmerized at Death's image. Death didn't say anything instead opened the window and silently jumped out. The woman didn't bother to put on her shirt on when she ran out of room 209.

Bloodhound shone his LED laser into the cameras as he walked past them to get to the 4th floor. He had cut off the power on that he only had 7 minutes until they turned them back on. He disabled the automatic lock and used a blade to open the door. On the bed was James McNeill, one of the business owner in America that was dealing with nasty stuff that no one knew of. Bloodhound approached him and without wasting time yanked the bed covers off, cover his mouth and slashed James throat. The woman lying next to James waked up and started screaming but Bloodhound didn't have much time to deal with her that he shot her. He ran down one of the nearest fire exits, ran two streets down and climbed on his motorcycle.

He was back in his shady motel room making sure that he had hidden everything well. He dialed Danny to make sure everything was alright.

"Dad?" She answered after the second ring.

"Tell me the headlines." He sat on his bed.

"Job's done here."

"Same here." He smiled because she wasn't dead.

"What about the clothes?"

"Ashes"

"The instruments?"

"Locked away."

" did anyone see you?"

"A prostitute. You?"

"Dead. Hopefully no one believes her." He felt bad that because of him his dad was dead and his daughter was now ankle deep into the mercenary world.

"Where are you?" She asked over the phone.

" Back at the hotel."

"I'm out of South right now." He was about to tell her to slow the car down but she ended the call leaving him talking to himself.