"WHERE IS SHE?!" the man roars, rising to his feet and pounding his fists on the smooth marble table.
The room is empty except for the angry person and his companion, a dark haired man with an aura that radiates strength and power.
Rarely did anyone choose to look at him wrong, let alone yell at this man.
Those who did usually suffered terribly.
"Safe," the powerful man replies, calmly folding his hands in front of him.
This man's name is Victor, and he has never been known to break a sweat, or even curse out of aggravation. Other men look like quivering mice next to this lion of a man.
"That's not a bloody good enough answer!" the other replies in a growl.
The foolish man is named Gregory Fredrick, and he is one of those mice disguised as a lion. He's middle aged, overweight, and balding. His eyes are pale brown and misty, a combination that makes Victor blanch in disgust, as if Gregory were a vile bug.
"Honestly Greg, I thought you trusted me more," Victor replies in mock hurt, a smirk betraying his true feeling of amusement.
"Victor, I trusted you until about a year ago, in case you can't remember," Greg says, warning coming into his voice.
Inwardly, Victor grimaces at the memory, though on the outside he merely smiles sweetly. "Of course, Greg. How could I forget?"
Greg narrows his eyes at Victor's tone and says, "Don't forget our contract. You don't go free until we have that bloody girl."
"Don't forget out deal. I bring you the girl, you run your tests, I take her to a safe home," Victor says, rising from his chair and walking towards the exit.
"Hah!" Greg scoffs, "Don't think that our little deal is going to stop them from hurting the little freak if she doesn't give the lab boys what they want!"
Victor pauses in the doorway, still as a statue.
Greg doesn't notice the change in Victor and continues, saying, "At least if the girl is killed during collection we'll still have her DNA, which will lead us to her brother. He probably knows more anyways."
It is rare that any human can move as fast as Victor does now, pulling his handgun from his belt and spinning on his heel in one smooth motion.
"Ah, the beauty of modern handguns and their silence," he says cheerfully as he watches Gregory's blood pour forth onto the table.
Victor hit him right in the throat, severing all hopes of Gregory screaming for help.
"I warned you when I signed up that I would protect her at all costs," Victor says in a lightly scolding tone, shaking his head as if terribly ashamed of Gregory.
Gregory's eyes become more glazed than usual as he falls forward into his own blood, horrible, guttural noises coming from his shredded throat.
"I think I'll just leave him here as a message to those bastards," Victor says to himself as he walks out.
"Mr. Fredrick will need some time to himself," he says to the secretary, who nods.
"He requests silence and solitude, during which he will think about what he's done."