The silent figure stepped from the shadows in front of Jake and Bree, brandishing a custom made hunting knife, the hooked blade as long as his forearm with a serrated edge along the back. The killer peered through two eyeholes cut out in a hessian bag that covered their head and was tied firmly at the base around their neck. They stepped forward with an intimidating stance , Jake and Bree stepping backwards in kind. Without a moments notice, the bagman lunged forward, swinging his giant blade towards Jake.
Time slowed for Jake as bagman launched his attack, the blade swinging horizontally at head height. Jake reflexively responded, falling backwards towards Bree and shoving her backwards, sending her sliding across the polished floor towards the doorway to Function Room Two.
“Run!!!” Jake called to her.
Bree skidded to a stop in the dooway and looked back to find Jake rolling sideways across the floor, avoiding another strike. As he faced the floor mid roll, he pushed down against the polished surface and propelled himself into the air, spinning and landing on his feet near the corpse of the DJ. His eyes met the vacant stare of the bagman and then he glanced to Bree. As they locked eyes Jake’s normally calm posture grew tense, an aura of seriousness entered his form; a rare occasion for him indeed. Bree nodded and fled from the room as Jake quickly assessed his situation. The bagman lunged once more at Jake with his large blade, Jake ducking and evading to his right before making a beeline to the doorway that Bree fled through.
Beneath his hessian laden face, Bagman gave a sinister grin as he looped a length of chain around the exterior doorway, and fastened it with a padlock. He prowled the room, running his knife along the tables, flicking drinks to the floor.
“Adjust your eyecam. I can’t see correctly.” Haskill ordered through the headset.
Bagman obliged and adjusted the small eyecam planted amongst the fibres of the hessian and then crossed the room in his heavy boots.
“Kill anyone in your way and retrieve that FOB. You can have your fun but don’t forget your mission.” He added.
“Affirmative” Bagman replied.
Jake burst through the doorway of Function Room Two and scanned his trained eyes around the potential hiding spots to find the cleaning cupboard door ajar once more. He silently moved across the floor and slid inside to get me Bree hyperventilating.
“Shh shh it’s okay.” Jake assured her in a hushed tone.
Bree continued to breathe heavily, tears running down her cheeks as she shook her head. Jake ran his hand along her back and slipped his other hand up her skirt. He began tracing his finger in a soothing motion around her clitorus, lightly grazing it’s nub with every pass; another technique Jake had learnt in his travels.
Bree’s breathing steadied and she composed herself.
“We need to get out of here.” Jake whispered.
“There’s the stairwells inside that lead down to the Finish Line Bar, but we’d have to unlock the shutter to get out, but the easiest exit would be the outside stairs of Function Room One.” Bree explained.
Jake nodded.
“Let’s go for Function Room One.” Jake said, Bree silently agreeing with the course of action.
The pair left their hiding spot once more and cautiously crept back to the function room. As they entered the room, Jake’s heart sank upon seeing the door already closed. As he placed his hand on the handle, the unmistakable clinking of chains filled the room. Jake began to inspect the chains, but was cut short as Bagman dropped heavily to the floor from his perch atop the lateral support beams.
The pair spun around in time to see him rushing them once more. The focus entered Jake in an instant, this time he stood in front of Bree, his eyes brimming with a rarely seen aura of seriousness. He spun on the ball of his foot and delivered a text book spin kick to the bagmans swinging arm. The blade flew from his hand as he winced in pain and slid across the floor on his feet. The blade embedded in the wall and the pair took the opportunity to flee into the stairwell and down to the Finish Line Bar.
Bree rushed from the stairwell and to the shutter, fumbling with her keys.
“What about the backup generator? We get that going and the lift comes online.” Jake suggested.
Brees eyes lit up.
“Then we can go down to the tunnel and he can’t get to us.” Bree added.
She quickly moved to the generator behind a big set of double doors and began to prime the generator.
Bagman, listening from the stairwell engaged his headset.
“So the entrance is definitely through the elevator? Perfect. Kill them and get that FOB.” Haskill ordered.
Bagman readied his knife, the silver sheen glimmering with each flicker of lightning that travelled through the darkness. He focussed himself and entered the room, Jake immediately spotting him and putting himself in Bagman’s path.
After leaving the group to call Roy, Andy Pound himself at Thoroughgood Stables having a beer with a jockey after three unsuccessful attempts.
“So I left the cunt a message telling him to get his dick out of his Mum and get to work like he’s supposed to be haha” Andy burst out, the jockey laughing along with him.
“Anyway. I should get back over to the ‘rave’ and make sure Bree isn’t up the duff. Good chatting to ya.” he said walking out of the stables and into the windy night.
On the way back across the grounds, Andy tried Roy once more, the call going to voicemail immediately.
“Oh wait till Monday fucko.” Andy muttered as he continued through the wind and sleety rain.
He glanced up from his phone, his eyes adjusting quickly to the darkness, to notice all the lights out in the main building.
“What the fuck is going on? A blackout?” he asked himself, rushing to the main entrance.
As he neared the entrance, he slid his bi-lock key into the glass door and made his way into the betting ring and out of the wind, immediately hearing the sounds of struggling. He rushed to the shutter door and pressed his hands to against the foggy security grade plastic material, peering through to see a large figure in an orange jumpsuit holding Bree up against the wall by the throat. Past him, Jake pushes himself to his feet from under a broken stack of tables.
“Oh fuck!” Andy shouted, kneeling down to the lock.
Bree kicked and squealed against Bagman’s grasp as her feet lifted from the ground. Beneath the hessian, Bagman gave a sinister grin. He took his hand and traced it across her breast and down her waist. Bree cringed and squirmed as Jake dusted himself off. Bagman’s hand travelled across the beltline of Bree’s pants and grazed one finger against her vagina before travelling across to her key clip. Jake, not wasting another moment rushed Bagman and lept from the ground with an impressive fly kick to the back of Bagman’s head. He stumbled forward as Bree fell to the floor underneath him. She crawled between his legs, grabbing his knife from the floor as she clambered to safety. She looked at Jake, who gave her an agreeable nod, noticing her intent, and spun towards Bagman who was leaning against the wall as he got to his feet. He glanced down at his hand and a Haskill shouted in his ear.
“You’ve got what you need. Get out of there!” Haskill ordered.
Bree stepped forward and raised the giant knife over her head, swinging it down towards Bagman, who turned towards her at the same time. The knife pierced his shoulder, flesh tearing and the blade colliding with the bone. He let out a hellish scream from beneath the hessian bag and pushed Bree away with his free hand. She effortlessly fell backwards towards Jake who caught her in his muscular arms and a familar voice called out as the shutter door slammed open.
“Quick! This way!” Andy shouted as Bagman took the opportunity to rush into the stairwell.
“Go!” Jake shouted to Bree before giving chase.
“What the fuck Jake! Let him go!” Andy called, Jake ignoring and entering the stairwell.
He arrived at the top of the stairs and rushed through the function room in time to see Bagman kick the door open. The wind blew hard through the entrance as Bagman lept over the rail. Jake sprinted towards him and stopped, both hands on the railing, looking down into the darkness. Bagman leant against the tree and pulled the giant blade from his shoulder, wincing as the steel left his shoulder. He looked back up at Jake, glaring through the bag and swung the blade, embedding it deeply in the tree. He then turned and ran off into the darkness.
“He’s becoming a problem.” Haskill said.
“Don’t underestimate him. He is strong.” Bagman replied as he retreated.
“Get to the nearest road. There’s a car waiting for you.” Haskill finished.
Red and blue flashes illuminated the car park, sirens piercing the night as they rolled steadily into the car park. Jake rejoined the group, rushing to both Bree and Andy and embracing them as he neared.
“Are you okay?” he asked, looking Bree up and down.
She rubbed her neck gently and nodded.
“Yeah. More shaken up than anything.” she said.
“Excuse me? We’re going to need to ask you a few questions and check you over.” an officer said.
“Of course.” Jake replied.
An hour later….
Haskill rolled the plastic FOB around in his hand and raised his glance to Bagman.
“You did well. It is a shame you suffered such an injury.” he said.
Bagman looked at his treated wound, his arm in a sling.
“It’s okay. He hasn’t seen the last of me.” he replied.
“You realise that it was the girl who did that to you?” Haskill asked.
Bagman nodded.
“If it wasn’t for him though I could have dealt with her. He is strong, probably stronger than me. I’ll face him again.” he said.
“Very well. Give your wound some time to heal. Let this next phase take place then we will discuss it.” Haskill ordered, dismissing Bagman with a wave.
The door slid open to his office and a female and two males passed Bagman as they entered. They lined up in front of Haskill and he addressed them.
“The next phase is underway.” he said, stepping out from behind his desk and looked the trio over.
Bruiser, the muscular man on the end was to be the muscle of the group. Nikita, the wirey explosives expert tied her multi-coloured hair back in a messy ponytail and listened intently. Techhead held his hand out as Haskill approached.
“I want copies of this FOB, just to be sure this isn’t our only means of access.” he ordered, heading back to his desk.
“So, the final stage of our plan is to begin very soon. Let the heat die down from this latest ordeal. Prepare yourselves and I will be in touch.” he snickered.
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