AVENGE
The sky turned into a heavy blanket of dark clouds.
A calming drizzle showered in the narrow roads through which some black cars speeded through the shimmering puddles on the streets.
The rhythmic thwip-thwip of windshield wipers clearing the glass broke the continuous sheet of rain.
The black car stopped and soon all other cars in its back and front stopped too.
Two people with black suits rushed out of the car.
One of them opened the car’s door while the other pulled out an umbrella for their senior.
Scorn got off the car wearing a black sunspecs.
They headed to a mansion with heavily guarded bodyguards.
With every few steps they saw a new bodyguard heavily armed with loaded guns.
As they reached the entrance, two guards blocked them.
“Only Mr.
Tsunami is allowed.” One of them spoke with a heavy tone.
Scorn looked at his lackeys and nodded his head.
Instantly all of them took a step backward.
Scorn walked in while his people stayed still in the rain.
Scorn was made to sit on a couch until their boss arrives.
After a few minutes, distant footsteps were heard in the hall.
A man similar to Scorn’s age came and sat on a couch opposite to Scorn.
Near him stood his secretary; timid and anxious.
Scorn handed him a bundle of files.
“There are all you needed.
Check them now.” Scorn asked in a coarse voice.
The man looked at his secretary.
Instantly the secretary picked up those files.
The man glanced at Scorn and spoke, “Have some coffee!
It’ll take some time.”
Scorn looked at the secretary and asked, “You just need to check the dates and invoices which will hardly take 2 minutes.”
Instantly the secretary got anxious and looked at his boss.
“Umm…Umm…”
“Mr.
Tsunami!
I’ve always heard about you.
Why don’t we talk about some business since we both are here?” The man proposed.
“Oh it’s fine!
As far as business is concerned, you can always reach my men.
I’m in a hurry today.
So if you’d excuse me…” Scorn stood up.
“No Wait!” The man insisted.
But Scorn still stood up.
He looked outside the window and spoke, “They might be soaking really bad.”
The rain turned heavy in no time.
Yet no one of Scorn’s men moved.
Their faces too didn’t seem to be concerned.
They calmly waited for their boss.
“Who?”
“My men were not allowed to enter inside your mansion and you’re asking me to have coffee?
How is that even possible?” Scorn asked the man.
“Oh!
There are certain rules for security purpose.
Don’t take it to your heart.
My men meant no harm.” The man cleared his stances.
“Then I surely must thank you for letting me in?” There was mockery in Scorn’s tone.
“Mr.
Tsunami!
Three months ago I sent you a coalition agreement of us but you denied.
I want you to consider it again.
Or else…”
“Or else what?” Scorn asked raising his one brow.
“Or else I must go to Mr.
Plyan.
He’d surely be happy with this merger plan.” The man spoke egocentrically.
“That will Plyan decide….if he lets you suck his di*k….”
“STOP IT!!!”The man yelled.
At once seven or eight bodyguards with their primed firearm rushed near them.
Their muzzles all focused at Scorn.
But Scorn didn’t flinch a bit.
Instead he smirked and voiced out, “Tell your kids not to play with guns infront of a gunmaker.” He slowly moved closer to a bodyguard and in a flick of second, he grabbed and pulled off the gun making that bodyguard defenseless.
Holding the loaded gun, Scorn uttered looking at the man, “The moment powers slip off your hand, there’s no escaping route.” Then with the same tension and facial expression in his face, he looked at the unarmed bodyguard and spoke, “The end is inevitable.” And the very next moment he fired the gun.
BANGGGG!!!
AHHHHHH!!!
A loud cry filled the air.
The unarmed bodyguard lay on the floor; shocked as the gun was fired in the air.
But that cry was from the secretary.
The astonished man looked at his secretary and asked dubiously, “What happened to you?
Why did you yell?”
“Because they are related and must be very close.” Scorn answered handing the gun back to the startled bodyguard.
“Next time hold on a tight grip.” Scorn winked at the bodyguard.
“Hugh!
Is it just a mere speculation or what?” The man mocked.
Scorn went closer to the bodyguard and brushed his chest pocked.
He raised his hand and showed some strands of pet hair.
“The same strands of pet hair can be seen on your secretary’s coat.
Have you never noticed?” And the next moment he looked at the secretary and continued, “I saw you anxious when I pulled the gun towards him.
Tell me you’re related.”
“Really?” The furious man asked his secretary.
“Yes!
Yes sir!
He’s my brother.” The secretary answered nervously.
CLAP!
CLOP!
CLAP!
Scorn clapped his hands as he focused at the man’s anxious face.
“So you never knew about your people and want me to merge with you and let you handle my men?
How lame of you!
You can’t even recognize your own people with whom you spent years.”
“Hugh!!” The angry man sat back on the couch.
His gaze was downward; his shoulders stooped lower as well.
“Well!
Can I use your washroom?” Scorn asked.
One of the bodyguard escorted him to the washroom.
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[Inside the car after returning from the mansion]
“Boss what’s this nozzle for?” Opel asked looking at Scorn’s tightly clinched palm.
Scorn lowered the glass of his car and threw the nozzle away.
Then with a smirk on his face, he answered, “They made my people stay in the rain for so long.
Let them feel it too.”
(Scorn flashbacked the time when he was returning from the washroom, he pulled out the nozzle of the main water pipe and soon the whole place will get flooded in no time before they could find out the actual cause)