Leon couldn't utter a single word.Not even if he wanted to.Brittany, who hadn't noticed or cared about the boy's shock, continued:"Those bombs are stolen technology. They were made with the obvious intention of serving as a weapon of war, but then confiscated for breaking some laws of war.""But those boxes were in megacorporations. That doesn't make any sense," Leon finally managed to say. "Shouldn't they be in barracks or something?""I don't know everything, Leon, just a few details. That's the point, Sasha probably wants to know how much they know about it."Leon struggled to process the torrent of information Brittany was pouring over him. The idea that they were inadvertently involved in a plan to destroy the city was overwhelming."So, what do we do now?" asked Leon, his mind spinning as he tried to devise a plan of action.Brittany looked at him with determination. "We need to find a way to disarm these bombs before Sasha sets them off. And that means finding out where the
The chief of police was exactly as Leon had imagined: polished, polite, somewhat reserved and not very willing to smile. He shook his head to indicate something, drank little and was always attentive.Leon, sitting in front of him playing the role he had been assigned to play, just hoped that the man wouldn't doubt his intentions.If the boy had been a little more impulsive and inconsequential, Leon would probably have thrown everything away and told him everything he knew about Sasha, asked for help and even promised resources after it was all over - an alliance between millionaire and policeman would have been a great help.But he wasn't. He could be a monster, as he had told Brittany, but even monsters know their limits.So instead, he just smiled in a plastic, vulgar way at Mr. Paxton and asked, following the script that Sasha had ordered him to follow if he was approached:"So you've never posed for a police search? I'm surprised."The chief of police, Mr. Paxton, looked at Leon
Leon knew he had crossed a line in the sand.Worse still, he knew that there was a very real chance that he would pay with his life, if the delegate was in fact an imposter and a very obvious decoy that Sasha had planted in the middle of the scene.What made him take courage and write down the distress call in his notebook was simple.The image of his father.Brittany was still a dirty, foul-mouthed, unscrupulous bitch and deserved to be treated as such, but she was right to say that no, Leon wouldn't stand by and watch the city turn to ashes, not if his father was right in the middle of the rubble.How would Mr. Juan be now, finding himself alone in a city where he was the father of the poor little rich boy no one really cared about? Standing next to his own team, clenching his fists as he remembered how he had been kidnapped and brought into that world of inescapable horror, Leon stared at Sasha without showing any fear or trepidation. Everyone there was silent, waiting patiently f
"Bombs?"Christina, with her arms crossed and her eyes slightly wide, didn't seem to believe Brittany's words."Exactly. She's placed them at key points in the city, and she intends to set them off, but I don't know when or how.""That's suicide. Sasha wouldn't make it out of the city in time, she'd die too."Alex, who was leaning against the iron door of Christina's dormitory, agreed:"That's true. But something in me says that Sasha's ego is the size of the world, and even if this plan is crazy, she must have some leverage to survive in the midst of the chaos.""So what should we do?" asked Christina."We should find out about the operation in minute detail. We're in the so-called second phase, as the bastard told us, which gives us only a short time before we move on to the third, which I believe is the execution of the explosions.""And how, exactly, are we going to do that?"The redhead sighed thoughtfully."We need to use Sasha's own strategy against herself."What do you mean?
"Hello, my darling."Wearing provocative clothes, Sasha stepped forward and lightly scratched Leon's cheek."How nice of you to show up.""What now?"The woman ducked her head, looking falsely hurt."My. What terrible manners you have... Have you forgotten what awaits you if you're unpleasant with me?""Are you going to punish me by making me have sex with you?"Sasha smiled."I know you loved it, kid."Leon wanted to give an answer, but he was so nervous that he couldn't even open his mouth.Taking advantage of the boy's silence, Sasha went back to her own desk and started going through some papers."I think you'll be happy with what I have for you today."The boy remained silent. The woman continued:"Your mother's murderer. You'll be able to see him today."Of all the things she could say, that certainly wasn't one he was expecting."What did you say?"She smiled."What didn't you understand?"More silence."Look at it as a courtesy. I said you could see him after everything was do
At first, Brittany couldn't say anything. In fact, she couldn't even move.Then, when the air finally returned to her lungs, all she could say was:"No..." she whispered, her voice almost lost in the air.Leon stared at her, his eyes reflecting a cold, implacable determination."Yes," he replied simply, his voice calm and controlled."Leon, you can't do this," she pleaded, her voice trembling. "This isn't what your mother would want. It's not the path to justice."He looked at her for a moment, his eyes revealing a mixture of pain and suppressed anger."Let me get this straight. You think you have any right to talk about what my mother would or wouldn't want? Just you, a dirty little bitch who betrayed me all the time? Pretending to be a good Samaritan might even fool Alex and Christina, Brittany. But not me.""Leon, I... I know I made a mistake," she mumbled, struggling to hold back the tears that threatened to overflow. "I know I have no right to talk about your mother, after everyt
The men opened the door of the house and entered, closely followed by Leon. The interior was dark and silent, with only the dim light of the lamps illuminating the way. The smell of mold and abandonment hung in the air, creating an oppressive atmosphere around them."He's upstairs," said one of the men, indicating the stairs with a nod.Leon nodded and began to climb the steps, his heart hammering in his chest with every step. Closer and closer to his goal, he felt the tension building inside him, a mixture of fear and determination.Finally, they reached the top of the stairs and made their way down the corridor to a closed door. The men positioned themselves around it, ready to act if necessary, while Leon prepared to confront the man on the other side.With a final sigh, Leon turned the handle and slowly pushed the door open, revealing the dark interior of the room. The man, who had been snoring like a pig, was startled as he jumped out of bed."But what does that mean?"Leon stoo
Leon felt as if his very soul had been torn from his body.Slowly, as if he feared that the reality around him would fade like cobwebs, the boy began to approach the picture.Then, trembling, Leon held the picture frame, still not believing his eyes.Yes, it was definitely her. But thinner, with a younger, happier countenance. As if the psychopathy and pleasure in other people's pain had not yet taken hold in her psyche.So Sasha also had personal connections with Brittany's father. With her mother's murderer.His hands were cold with fury, dread and incomprehension. The boy turned to the torn body behind him.Sasha knew what Leon wanted. Not only that, but she handed it to him on a platter so that he could get rid of it once and for all. Obviously she had no reason to care about his feelings.So, if Sasha had a grudge against that man, who would be a more perfect tool than Leon himself?Shaken, the boy, still holding the painting in his hands, walked out of the room towards the thugs