Do Or Die (Surreal Blue Rogue Agent 1) by E.R. Baine Read Free Book Online Page B

rest on her hands. Finally, he
touched her, holding her soft, small hand…
    Where’s
her ring?
    There
was movement at the doorway, causing Viktor to take heed. An Asian man of
medium height and frail build, balding and wearing wire-thin frames, stood in
the doorway looking as though his heart had stopped beating the moment he entered
the room. The young, golden-haired nurse, who rivaled the old man in height,
looked just as pale, leaving Viktor to come to one conclusion - they were both
shocked stupid.
    Viktor’s
eyes searched theirs for a brief moment before the nurse’s fear of his silent
warning got the better of her. She dropped the medical chart she was carrying,
whirled around, and bolted out the door. In the entryway she darted to her left,
but the strange snarling arrested her, and she turned to discover a menacing
creature advancing towards her. She screamed, staggering backwards before the
werewolf jumped her.
    Viktor’s
attention was not caught by the happenings just beyond the entryway. His eyes were
still on the little man before him, whom he assumed was the person in charge of
this operation. He looked familiar, in his common, dull grey slacks and equally
dull shirt, his shoes well-worn. His appearance was belied by the cocky glint
in his eyes. His hand rose to slip his wire frames down the slender ridge of
his large, crooked nose. He gave Viktor a once over that spoke volumes of his
calm demeanor. Viktor was further taken aback by the guy’s nonchalant behavior.
    Did he
not know his life was doomed to end right here-right now?
    “Mr. Maxckmillian,
I dare say, out of the many countless scenarios I may have manufactured to have
to deal with, none of them included you . You often restrain yourself
above your wife’s activities, I thought us once to never meet.” The little man
then pushed the glasses, which were too refined for his deeply-creased features,
back atop the bend on his nose.
    Viktor’s
head cocked sideways, and he sighed. Holding his wife’s hand with his left
hand, he reached to his side for Hell’s Embrace with his right. The weapon
hummed as he decided to go slow with this one. The nuts cracked easily…at
least for Viktor…
    But he
might not be the figurehead. There might be others involved, and he needed to
find them and destroy them all the same.
    Viktor
kept his eyes on the dainty man. His eyes focused on him, he squinted. He
figured he knew him, most certainly his voice sounded familiar…
    “You
don’t know who I am. Heh, heh, heh.” He was quite brash with his vitriol.
    Viktor
was still considering what to make of this man before him. He was not afraid of
him. The old man was human, but not a fool. Viktor was in a fair mind to
grab his wife and take her home rather than to subject himself to the musings
of a soon-to-be- dead dog.  
    Don’t
want to hang the little one and allow the bigger one to escape .
    His
mind sought to reason with his non-obliging nature. Viktor stared at the man
once more… Who the hell was he?
    “Too
bad.” He looked up. “I really had hoped to catch a glimpse of Saturn’s rings
tonight. Ah…But I’m guessing that could still transpire. Things can all still
go well tonight.”
    A
familiar tune filled the air, coming from the doorway behind the old man. The
lyrics were in Mandarin- Gōng 
chē shàng de lún zi zhuàn ya zhuàn - but the nursery rhyme melody was familiar to
every creed and race on the planet.
    Xin
made his appearance at the entrance, towering above the other Asian man. He
continued singing the children’s tune: “Oh the wheels of the bus go round and
round,” Xin stepped around the man, towards Viktor where he stood near his
wife. “Round and round, round and round, the wheels of the bus go round and
round, all the way home.”
    Xin
looked at Viktor with an accusing glare. “How dare you wear silver around my
pups.” But Viktor’s eyes were all on the little man.
    Now
they both stared at the small man, who grinned like