Chapter Twenty-Eight: Mal
Where Things Go Pear-Shaped
When the four cars had taken off from their place and separated Mal had seriously started to wonder if they were doing the right thing.
Thankfully they all seemed to have arrived safely.
Mal shifted in his leathers, the feel of his weapons strapped to his body went a long way to settling his nerves.
"This way gentlemen," Matteo said as he showed them inside the lab building and down the hall and a set of stairs.
"It's not quite so nerve wracking when you’re not breaking in and trying to stay hidden from the guards," Kaden whispered to him.
Mal chuckled. "Very true."
Everyone filed along, their guards on the constant lookout until they came to a series of rooms. Mal nodded to his friends as they were all led into rooms on either sides of his own by people wearing suits.
Mal had never really been that keen on people in suits.
"This is where I leave you," Dzim said as they walked into the stark room. “You know where you need to go if things go pear-shaped?”
"Yes, you’ve only told us a half dozen times already. Where are you going?" Kaden asked.
Dzim ignored Kaden’s comment. Mal couldn't blame him, emotions were running a little high right now.
"You'll be meeting with the lawyers for quite some time I expect. I have to go meet up with Pel and the others and make sure everything remains safe." He smiled, trying to reassure them. "You're in good hands. Matteo will stay with you."
"Thank you," Mal said as Dzim closed the door behind him. Dzim had been right earlier when he'd told them the rooms looked like interrogation rooms. Mal felt like he was at a police station.
"Please have a seat gentlemen and we can get started." A woman in a suit pointed to the chairs on the opposite side of the very plain table. "My name is Mia and this is Andrin, we've been asked here to take your testimony in regards to certain activities the Rubrum Lux had been participating in."
Mal and Kaden sat down. Mal felt his sister's notebook, which he'd tucked against his body under his leathers. He really didn't like the idea of leaving it behind and Mal wouldn't be giving it up as long as he was conscious.
Matteo stood inside the closed door while Mia and her partner, Andrin asked them question after question, after question.
Mal was about to call for a break and ask for some water when a disturbance outside had them all pausing and looking at the door.
"What the hell was that?" Kaden asked.
Suddenly the door swung open at a high rate of knots like someone had kicked it in. Everyone stood at once. Mal pulled one of his knives, ready to do battle if it came to it.
Mal could see people running through the passage, some falling as they were shot down. Men in black clothing entered the room. Matteo managed to shoot the first man as he came through, but the second man was far too fast and put two bullets to Matteo's chest. Their guard went down.
Mia screamed. Andrin looked pissed. "What the hell is the meaning of this?" he yelled.
The man in black turned to them. "Where's the journal?" The man took another step into the room. Mal didn't let him get any further.
He pulled his arm back and let his knife fly. His knife, which had been crafted especially for him flew through the air like a hot knife through butter and slid right into the man's neck.
The guy's eyes went wide as he dropped the gun, his hands going to his throat as his legs gave way below him and he collapsed to the floor.
"Kaden, quickly check Matteo and see if he's still alive," Mal said as he made his way to the man and pulled his knife free. He wasn't about to leave it behind. The rush of blood from the wound quickly spread on the floor. If the man wasn’t dead already he would be very quickly. Mal wiped the blade clean on the man's clothes then placed it back in the holster. He picked up the gun the man had dropped and checked the clip.
By the looks he'd only used the two bullets on Matteo.
"He's still alive, but I don't know how long for," Kaden said from beside him.
"Unfortunately, there's not really much else we can do. We need to get out of here. Someone seems to have betrayed us and we're definitely not wanted here."
"We can't just leave him," Kaden said.
Mal clicked his fingers, trying to snap the two lawyers out of the shock of what had just happened. Mia shook her head and looked at Mal, quickly followed by Andrin.
"I need you to come put pressure on Matteo or he'll bleed to death."
"You want me to do what?" Andrin asked.
Mia didn't stop to question, she raced across the room and knelt down next to Kaden, firmly placing her hands on Matteo’s chest. Matteo grunted from the pain but didn't make any more noise.
"What should we do?" Andrin asked, looking a little lost.
"If I was you I'd call who ever it is here that you know and trust, and get some help, quickly," Mal told the man.
"And what are you going to do?"
"Kaden and I are getting out of here, we're not safe and we need to find our companions." Mal stood and held out a hand for Kaden.
Kaden's hand was wet with blood from where he'd been holding pressure on Matteo before Mia took over. He quickly wiped it on his pants, doing a half assed job of cleaning it off, then reached out and took Mal's hand.
"Stay close, I don't want to lose you now."
"I'll be right beside you," Kaden reassured him.
Mal could hear Andrin on the phone, but he wasn't bothered about who the man was talking to. They had to find their friends and not die in the process.
"Let's go." Mal said.