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I reached the door and opened it. I was out!!! I didn’t know how I had escaped so easily, but I was away.

I was in a carpark, on the ground holding a pistol, three bullets in my left leg, a blood soaked jacket tied around it. There weren’t many cars around, and I could hear sirens in the distance. I had to get help before my captor could come for me again. I needed aid as well, for my leg was loosing too much blood. Everything was going black. My head hit the ground and I went into blackness, laying in the carpark… alone.

 

I sat on the mattress waiting for the universe to stop tumbling, and gulped a breath of air. It was the second time in as many hours that Kumori had thrown herself at me.
"Oh, if I were fifteen years younger...," passed through my mind, but I squashed the thought. Business first...
I got to my feet and scanned around for pursuers. Seeing none, I turned to Kumori.
"That was great," I smiled. "Was it good for you, too?"
She glared at me. I wasn't looking to get shot, so I continued.
"There's a good chance your brother is still alive, if only because "Sir" still needs him for leverage over you. Dead hostages have no value.
"As for your beloved master, I think now would be a good time to pay him a little social call."