Gettin' In
It was never supposed to be easy, Remy had never expected it to be easy but this was pushing it a little.
Metal cuffs wrapped slender wrists and head throbbed from the brutal assault that had been reaped down upon him by the authority figures he’d been sent to rob blind.
“Who sent you?” A fist connected with his stomach, doubled him over and he grimaced faintly.
He now spat out a mouthful of blood and watched the crimson splatter across the tiled floor before he straightened his back and stared at his attacker. “Je ne parle pas anglais.” Then he smirked and it just begged to be wiped off. Which it was, another short punch and the Cajun’s head soon snapped back.
A couple more punches and the man was tiring and they were leaving the room. Remy ran his tongue along the back of his teeth, swallowed away the tang of copper and then eyes slid to the mirror.
From within his sleeve he produced a slither of metal which he used to pry open the lock and he then waited, the metal loose enough for him to slip his hands free when he needed them.
He didn’t have to wait long as his friends soon returned, looking set to go another round.
The usual threats were issued, talk or he’d get hurt and Remy just met their glares with an indifferent expression. The man advanced on Remy, ready to hit him again but this time his fist met empty space. The thief was off the chair quicker than they had time to blink, a few well placed cards and the lights in the room were exploding.
“Where the fuck did he go?” The question that was asked before a short grunt was heard and it was followed by a thud. Shots rang out in the dark, grunts of effort and strangled groans of pain resonated off the walls until silence dominated the room all except for the sounds of one man’s laboured breathing.
It was the glow of a card that lit up the room, Remy’s eyes were stark black and his feet were littered with bodies. Blood dripped from a cut to his eyebrow and bruises marred his neck from where one guy had tried to strangle him.
The Cajun swept his gaze across them and then simply tossed the card aside, the charge lingering on it died before it hit the ground and the door was swinging shut after him.
There was work to be done.
Metal cuffs wrapped slender wrists and head throbbed from the brutal assault that had been reaped down upon him by the authority figures he’d been sent to rob blind.
“Who sent you?” A fist connected with his stomach, doubled him over and he grimaced faintly.
He now spat out a mouthful of blood and watched the crimson splatter across the tiled floor before he straightened his back and stared at his attacker. “Je ne parle pas anglais.” Then he smirked and it just begged to be wiped off. Which it was, another short punch and the Cajun’s head soon snapped back.
A couple more punches and the man was tiring and they were leaving the room. Remy ran his tongue along the back of his teeth, swallowed away the tang of copper and then eyes slid to the mirror.
From within his sleeve he produced a slither of metal which he used to pry open the lock and he then waited, the metal loose enough for him to slip his hands free when he needed them.
He didn’t have to wait long as his friends soon returned, looking set to go another round.
The usual threats were issued, talk or he’d get hurt and Remy just met their glares with an indifferent expression. The man advanced on Remy, ready to hit him again but this time his fist met empty space. The thief was off the chair quicker than they had time to blink, a few well placed cards and the lights in the room were exploding.
“Where the fuck did he go?” The question that was asked before a short grunt was heard and it was followed by a thud. Shots rang out in the dark, grunts of effort and strangled groans of pain resonated off the walls until silence dominated the room all except for the sounds of one man’s laboured breathing.
It was the glow of a card that lit up the room, Remy’s eyes were stark black and his feet were littered with bodies. Blood dripped from a cut to his eyebrow and bruises marred his neck from where one guy had tried to strangle him.
The Cajun swept his gaze across them and then simply tossed the card aside, the charge lingering on it died before it hit the ground and the door was swinging shut after him.
There was work to be done.