Chapter 5; Things just got outta hands.

 Xi'an

 I was on a tour of Rome enjoying the scenery the city had to offer, I hadn't yet formed a good idea of what to do with the money I had but knew it was only a matter of time before that comes up. 

I had just returned from a three hour sight seeing of imperial Rome and its colloseum and lodged in an hotel and after speaking to the receptionist ordering some food, I boarded an elevator on my to the seventh floor where my lounge was located. 

The elevator's motion paused momentarily at the third floor and the doors opened enabling three men in suits enter, naturally I couldn't care less about their appearance until I felt rather than saw two of them reach inside their coat and begin to lift the Beretta holstered within, I turned sharply to react and my suspicions got confirmed when its silenced barrel was aimed in between my eyes. 

"You move, you die" the larger of them barked. 

"Hey take it easy you've got me" I said while the doors hissed open, they led me into the lounge and motioned me to sit on a chair close by, a telephone in the room rang suddenly and the larger of the guys took it, it was when he reached over to get it I saw a burn scar of the letter 'V' he picked the receiver and spoke in a calmer tone probably to his boss. 

" Target acquired... he's right here with us... okay" he said and put down the receiver, and addressed the other two watching me. 

" Boss said he needs this bloke right now, so boys let's move out" that moment the telephone rang again with the larger one distracted I took to my heels and had covered three quarters of the distance between me and the nearest window before anyone noticed what was happening, I grabbed a stool and shoved it at the window hard enough for weaken the glass having no other options I threw myself bodily through the stressed glass a burst out of the building turning myself to face the building during my freefall. 

I fell for some seconds and grabbed a fire railing to slow my descent and released myself again, in this fashion I continued till I got to the third floor grabbed the hand railing and pushed myself on to the road below timing the exact moment with when a dump truck was driving past and successfully landed in the cart cushioned with enough garbage to smoothen my rough landing. I got my bearings and paused to get my heartbeat back to normal. 

" That was actually easier than I thought" I mused aloud, while still getting the words out the roar of a Ducati filled my ears as I looked towards the posterior end of the truck and saw its rider heading straight for me. 

" These guys came prepared! I'm flattered" I said to myself and climbed to the truck roof and jumped to another truck in the other lane returning with the hope of confusing the biker who however gunned the throttle and jumped into the lane in pursuit and so we continued till the traffic eventually slowed down to a momentary halt with the biker only fifteen seconds behind me, with the help of a sudden rush of adrenaline, I got off the vehicle at a sprint and took a mad dash to a SUV which was just letting off its occupants and got in jamming the door and turning the key left in the ignition all at once. 

"Hey what the heck" the owner an American shouted in alarm I pressed my foot on the accelerator an took off at speed after which an idea crept in making me jam the break an turn around to face the incoming biker then gave a mad dash at him who didn't see that coming and tried to avert the incoming tragedy he stood no chance, he collided with the SUV at a slight angle and his momentum rolled him over the vehicle as his head came into hard contact with the asphalt, I can only hope the helmet he had on saved his live. He changed gears and sped off, ditched the SUV after driving some miles and took a taxi to a bar, after which he threw some Euros at the driver and entered into the bar, ordered a beer from the female bartender and was down to half it's contents before placing a call to first to the airport to file a flight plan outta here and sent a call to the hotel to cancel my reservation 

" Um Mr Kwan I was notified that you wanted to cancel your reservation with us?" Kwan was the alias I used to lodge into the hotel. 

" Yes, also I wanted to report an armed robbery attack" I said and he promised to notify the "polizia" as he called it and said he might need my presence to get my witness statement but I knew those guys wouldn't be anywhere near this city or this country for that matter so there was no need to wait, then I called Drexel who picked up on the second ring.

" Um Drex we've got a situation" I said into the phone. 

" Shoot" he replied

" Firstly I think you'd better check out Xander's tracker status" I advised, we all had a transdermal transponder embedded in us not as powerful as a GPS but it allows us to locate each other relatively easy whenever the needs arrives. 

" This is getting spooky, gimme a minute" he drawled and got back on after a full minute had passed his worry evident in his next sentence. 

" What the heck is going on here? His transponder's out!" I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before relaying my fears. 

" Drex I believe he's been... Abducted" I confessed and was expecting an exclamation of surprise or something but instead I got perfect silence, what the hell is he thinking? I wondered.

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