Jail

On the outskirts of Fort Sea…

Two groups of men were standing on the opposite side of an open area in the middle of fields. Those were the men of Salvatore's who were wearing yellow and Igor's men who were wearing red.

"You sure they have mercenaries? That too from Holds?", a guy wearing red asked another in red.

"Yeah… we may have more heads but they have better skills." The other guy replied, his voice covered with sadness.

As the men in yellow started marching, the men in red too started to march towards their enemies. A full out clash began between the both sides. Men were carrying various weapons, some had knives, some had hockey bats whereas some had batons. But there was no sign of a gun.

Anton pulled up a little far from the fight scene. He then crept towards the fight scene and pulled a guy in red towards him. Anton pulled him to a place little distant from the fight scene.

"Give your men the signal. Everyone on our side shouldn't be on the field on the next minute." Anton spoke with a sense of urgency on his voice.

 "Are you from Titan Guard?", the man asked with doubt, catching his breath. He then ran back towards the fight scene as Anton showed him his badge and identification.

After a quick minute, all the men in red were gone and the men in yellow were laughing. "Those bastards fled. We are the best." A guy said that with an ugly laugh. Another guy was not so happy. "We were brought here to finish Igor's men, why didn't you allow us to chase them? Mark Holds will not be happy with us…"

Before the other guy could continue, the previous guy cut his talk in middle. "I was made in-charge for this task by Salvatore himself. Questioning me is questioning Salvatore himself."

Anton brought all the men, some wanting to continue the fight whereas some gravely injured, to another open field, quite in distance from the fight scene. "You guys, I am from Titan Guard. We are here for Igor. You all should escape from here, as fast as you can. Things will get messy."

The crowd agreed after a few seconds and all started to make there may. After all the men were in distance, Anton quickly went towards the fight scene. He sneaked and saw all the men had their guard down, most of them were relaxing while some were still looking out.

Anton ran to his pickup and pulled drove to the edge of the field. He pulled out two boxes of ammunition and put them on the floor. Then, he took out a general-purpose machine gun. He pulled up onto the field, men seeing him starting to walk towards him. As Anton pulled out his machine gun, the men stopped walking to his way. Without giving a chance to react, Anton started firing his machine gun.

There was a blood bath. Gunshots making loud noises brought a nearby patrolling police car towards the field. Anton had stopped firing. He started making rounds around the field, seeing if anyone is alive. After Anton saw someone alive, he punched that person violently until he was sure that the person was dead. As the police car sounds started growing louder, he quickly ran and put his machine gun with the boxes on his truck. Then, he drove to a distant area to hide his truck. As he saw that a police car had arrived on that scene, Anton pulled a pistol and crept towards that scene.

Anton sneaked from the bushes. He saw the police officer in extreme shock.

"Officer Dawson to Area 4. Many dead people here. Seems like a one-sided gang fight. Send immediate medicals here. Over." The police officer started searching for any kind of clue. "And this day, officer Smith had to go for the highway checking", he thought.

As soon as Dawson faced away from the direction where Anton was hiding, Anton jumped out and shouted. "Hands in the air, officer!"

Officer Dawson slowly turned around, hands in the air. He spoke in a commanding yet stammering voice, "Drop your gun, this is not right. You will go to jail for this."

Anton slowly walked towards Dawson as Dawson held his ground. The nearer Anton got; the more Dawson started shaking. After reaching around arm length, Anton shot Dawson in his forehead. Dawson's body dropped on the floor, blood seeping out and spreading around the ground. Anton quickly ran towards his pickup truck and dashed away.

Meanwhile, on the highway…

Igor sat on the police car; his hands tied in a handcuff. His face was all sweaty and his body began shivering. Officer Smith spoke to him, "We have been searching for ways to arrest you. Finally, your stupid henchmen caused that big scene."

Before Igor could speak, Officer Smith stopped him. "I know what you will say, 'Oh… how can you say my men caused Salvatore's truck ablaze?'. Stop the act. The court will provide justice." Then, Smith thought to himself, "And Mark Holds will fill my pockets."

The station was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by fields. Igor was escorted into custody. Smith watched Igor from the other side of the cell. Before Smith could talk, his radio buzzed on his table. He dashed to the table.

"Officer Dawson asked for backup…" After hearing about Dawson seeing the fight scene, officer Smith panicked but tried to maintain his cool. "Watch him", Smith said, looking at Igor. "Don't let him out of your sight. I may not be back soon."

Igor leaned back against the wall of his cell, watching the area with his half-closed eyes.

Meanwhile, Pedro and Kosta were running down the highway in the car. There was a silence for a long time until Kosta decided to speak. "Where are we taking him?" Kosta's voice was high pitched with anxiety.

Pedro didn't bother to look at Kosta. "To his dad. A quiet motel. We have intel."

Kosta nodded, though Pedro's words didn't seem to calm him down at all. He continued looking out the window, seeing the farmlands passing by, with some occasional houses here and there.