4 Chapter Four

"That's him! That's the fucking guy." David spat out venomously pointing at the monitor.

Peril and Storm both looked earnestly at the screen.

The said man was heavily built with long beards, certainly Italian judging by his face and he looked scary as fuck with several scars on his face.

But Peril had made even more scarier beg for mercy.

For the first time since she came here, Peril saw David actually looking enraged. Ever since he had just been throwing ridiculous comments here and there.

"Slow down there, angry bull. Might i remind you that you are on a wheelchair." Storm stated harshly clearly annoyed by the toothless bulldog.

"We now know the guy. We should get him out of where he is hiding." Peril brought them back to business.

"How?" David asked confused.

"He is no fool to come to the open right now." Storm argued shaking his head.

"So we call him?" Peril simply stated.

"How?" David was looking at Peril as though she had grown two heads.

"You go to the restaurant that you always meet." Peril stated.

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"Champions Restaurant?" David asked still not connecting the dots.

Peril was really controlling herself not to smack David's head as hard as she could. His questions were as irritating as his confusion.

"I don't think if David shows up then he will come." Storm raised his doubt.

"He will come." Peril said with confidence.

"Why do you think  Antonio chose that place? It's because they either own that restaurant or they have their eyes and ears there twenty four seven. The moment you step on the entrance, he is informed." Peril explained to the two confused men.

David was left mesmerised at her intelligence and cursed his own foolishness while Storm just nodded his head proudly showing no emotion.

"Wait, you said Antonio...?" David asked.

"Yes." Peril was really tired of the childish questions.

"Do you know him?" David asked clearly surprised.

"Of course I do. That is Antonio DeLuca,  age thirty three, no wife no kid. Escaped prison five years ago and last i checked he was trying desperately to be taken in by one of the cartels." Peril said.

"Where the fuck do you get those information? I have been looking for months and I didn't get even his fucking name!" David was clearly astonished.

You must always know your enemy. That is the first rule of war. The voice of her trainer echoed in her head.

"Tsk. You seem to have forgotten who i am. I am really tempted to remind you." Peril feigned seriousness.

David audibly gulped.

His mouth glued shut.

"So what's the game plan?" Storm asked after some seconds.

"David will go to the restaurant today and just sit at the reception. Antonio will surely come and when he does David will distract him while i plant an untraceable tracker on his car and find anything important." Peril said simply as though she had the plan in her head all through.

"Did you guys forget that i have more bandages than skin on my body? Or the fact that i am on a wheelchair? How will i explain this?" David asked desperately.

"You are a smart man David. You will figure it out." Peril told him and flashed him a smirk and left the room.

Time for some action.

***

"Peril? Can you hear me?" David's irritating voice asked through the earpiece that Peril had on.

Peril sighed.

Her ears were now beginning to ache by just listening to David whining every second about just anything.

"It really feels weird wearing these plastic teeth. What if i accidentally swallow one together with my spit?" David complained after no one answered him.

"Get your head in the fucking game, David! You will fuck up this mission and i wont hesitate to fuck you up too." Peril commanded furiously, tired with his endless complains.

The mission had started exactly ten minutes ago. David was now in the restaurant sipping a cup of coffee that he had ordered a moment ago while Peril stayed in the car at the parking lot.

"I really look like a resurrected mummy with all these bandages. Thanks for that medicine by the way, i feel like i can kill a dead lion." Davis started again after shutting for some seconds.

Peril did understand him though. It was his first time on the field and he was scared shitless. She knew that the state of his wife was the only thing that was keeping him together and rambling was his distraction.

But killing a dead lion? Really?

Peril opened her mouth to throw a threat to her partner but a powerful roaring engine snapped her out of it. Adjusting her seat so that she could not be spotted easily, she slowly and skillfully peeped through her window.

A black and tinted SUV packed just three cars away from her. The engine roared for some seconds before it was killed. The driver's door opened and a figure gracefully stepped out of it and Peril chuckled coldly.

"Target has arrived. Prepare yourself." Peril said to David through their connection.

"What? So soon? How did he know? I am not fucking prepared!" David started chickening.

"Man the fuck up David and get your shit together. Think of your fucking wife." Peril was agitated by his cowardice behavior.

Their target wore black pants and blazer plus a white inner tshirt. His bushy beards matched with his shaggy hair, one would think he has some grudge with shaving tools or something.

From how he left his car Peril was as sure as death that there was no one else inside the car, not that that bothered him anyways but she did not like surprises.

Gracefully as if he owned the restaurant, Antonio walked slowly inside but not before quickly taking a scan at his surroundings.

Of course Peril knew he would, and she made sure his eyes never reached her.

"He is coming in now. Remember, you have to keep him company until i give you the green light." Peril informed David looking at Antonio's retreating back.

"Copy that. I see him. Be as fast as you can, will you?" David begged.

If she were any other girl she would have rolled her eyes but Peril just sighed and opened the door of her car and automatically welcomed by the cool breeze.

"Holy shit! Were you replaced as someone's punching bag or what?" Peril heard Antonio's voice, meaning he was already at David's table.

"Hello to you too." David replied dryly.

"You my friend are the real definition of ugly." Antonio mocked.

Slowly and carefully, Peril headed to Antonio's SUV. Her eyes and ears were sensitive to even the slightest movement.

She took out her phone after reaching the gigantic vehicle. Typing some quick commands on her phone, she waited until the booting reached a hundred percent.

Fucking alarm needed to be dealt with.

Opening the door was now safe and she did not hesitate to do it. Using her master key, she skillfully and simply opened the driver's door and after glancing at her surrounding once more and making sure there was no threat, she jumped into the drivers seat and closed the door.

"I got a call that a friend of mine is here at my favourite hotel, riding in a wheelchair and looking like a fucking bandage advertiser."

"Yeah well, a lot has happened."

"As much as i would love to hear the full story, how about you give me the shorter version."

"Shorter version? Sure. I want my wife."

The inside of the car smelled manly with of course alcohol and death sticks. It looked clean and well maintained though, Peril observed.

Her eyes quickly scanned the car. Her hand travelled to every possible place that she thought she could find any clue that could give her an upper hand. Her fingers brushed through every item that deemed suspicious but non of them offered her what she needed.

This man is smart, she thought.

"Sorry bud, that's not how it works."

"What? How does it work?"

"For someone who has only one eye left and bandages all over you surely have a mouth."

"I want my fucking wife you sick fuck."

"Then tell me where you were these two previous days."

"Ma'am, could you please step out of the vehicle please?" Peril heard someone knock on the tinted window.

Shit.

How did they know that someone was inside? No one was around when i got inside, she thought.

Fucking stupid CCTV cameras. Peril really hated those minute things. They seem to add extra baggage to her mission. Now she had a footage to destroy.

Fucking great!

Peril automatically changed her face from cold and impassive to an innocent and scared little lady.

Part of the training.

"What are you doing in that car?" A voice demanded after she innocently got out.

Peril looked at the man in front of her. His face meant serious business. One of his hands was slightly going to his back meaning he had a gun with him.

Peril played her cards right by shedding a few tears to add to her worried expression making the man to frown and show hesitance.

Bad move.

"I was... I was... Someone wanted to.. He wanted..." Peril started tearing down but her eyes watched as the man  tried to move to her as if to console her.

Another bad move.

Without even thinking twice, Peril swung his fist at a lightening speed and it landed squarely on his face, breaking his nose and surely some teeth too.

The man had no option but to surrender to gravity and he ungracefully landed on his ass. Seeing the man still groaning and not passed out, she delivered a power kick on the back of his head while he was still on the floor and that did the job.

Finally passed out.

"I was taken by another gang. They too wanted info about our agency."

"Which one?"

"How would i know? It's not like they fucking welcomed me with open arms as you can see."

"Very well. I will dig into that."

"Give me my wife now."

"Oh. But you see my dear friend... I don't trust that you are telling me the truth."

"Which fucking truth do you want? I told you fucking everything."

Peril dragged the unconscious man by his hands to the back of her car. Swiftly, she opened the boot and effortlessly carried him and shoved him in like a sack of potatoes.

She then pulled out the tracker from her pocket and switched it on first before going back to the SUV.

"Well, you see, i can't take your word for it so i know you will understand if i go and confirm first."

"I want my wife and i am not in the moods for chit chats."

"Am i hearing you wrong or are you really threatening me?"

"A man can do anything for his family. Anything. Don't fuck with me."

Peril planted the tracker in front of the vehicle just between the front lights near the Chevrolet logo. That was the perfect place, since the sun would automatically charge its solar system and the place was unpredictable.

"Mission complete. Meet me at the point." Peril said loudly knowing that David was able to hear on the other side. She walked back to her car, dived in and revived the engine but before she drove off like a maniac, mission was still incomplete.

Fucking CCTV footage.

Fishing out her laptop, Peril typed some commands into it quickly accessing the restaurant's system. She easily hacked into it and uploaded a deadly virus that immediately did it's work by destroying the footage plus bringing the whole system down.

Perfect.

Peril drove off.

"As long as you are not fucking us behind our backs then you will soon get your wife. However..."

"She better be in my arms soon and unscratched."

"You talk too much you know."

"Am out of here, but i have a feeling we will meet soon."

"Till then."

Peril slowed her car and finally stopped at a junction after spotting David. Without wasting a minute David opened the passenger's door and slid in.

He was so furious that Peril was sure if he were a cartoon then smoke would be coming out if his ears.

"That fucking bastard was acting calm as though he took my cat and not my fucking wife. He was smirking at me! ME!" David spat enraged.

Peril did not say a thing, her face not portraying any emotion. Her eyes were glued to the road and her hands firmly gripping the wheel. Now was a good time to make use of earphones but sadly she never carries them on missions.

"And what the hell are those sounds coming from the boot of your car!" David asked confused but still angry.

"Oh. Let's just say that is the next victim to my torture expertise and maybe murder... That's if he does not die during the torture period of course." Peril said dangerously calm and flashed David a cold smirk.

David audibly gulped.