Carrick sat in the dimly lit study, fingers steepled as he processed the night's events. The assassin's cryptic message, Samael's opening move, and the unseen forces pulling the strings.. it was all coming together in a twisted puzzle. He needed to move fast.
Victor paced behind him, his frustration barely contained. "We need to hit back. Hard."
Carrick exhaled. "Hitting back without a plan makes us reckless. Samael isn't just some street thug we can intimidate."
Maximus leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "The kid's right. Samael doesn't care about fear. He enjoys the hunt. If we go at him blind, we're just giving him sport."
Victor scowled. "So what's your play?"
Carrick's fingers drummed against the desk. "We don't fight him like a mafia boss. We fight him like a hunter."
Jack's voice came through the speaker. "Boss, if you're thinking of tracking Samael, that's a suicide mission. The guy's a ghost."
Carrick smirked. "So was our friend outside. And yet, he came to me."
Jack hesitated. "You think Samael will do the same?"
Carrick leaned forward. "No. But I think we can force his hand."
Victor frowned. "How?"
Carrick's gaze sharpened. "By taking something he wants."
Maximus chuckled darkly. "Now that... that I like."
Carrick pushed back from the desk, his mind already calculating. "Jack, I need every contract Samael has taken in the past year. Who hired him, what targets he hit, and, most importantly, the ones he didn't."
Jack's keyboard clattered over the comms. "That'll take some digging, but I'll get on it."
Carrick turned to Maximus. "And I need you to do what you do best, start rumors."
Maximus grinned. "You want to lure the lion into a trap?"
Carrick nodded. "Spread the word that someone out there is willing to pay double whatever Samael's getting."
Victor frowned. "Wouldn't that just make him more cautious?"
Carrick smirked. "No. It'll make him curious."
*
Three hours later, the pieces were in motion. Jack had sent a list of high-profile targets linked to Samael, while Maximus made sure every underground contact heard about a mystery employer outbidding Samael's current contract.
Now, all they had to do was wait.
Carrick leaned against the bar at Crimson Veil, one of the city's most notorious neutral zones. It was a place where criminals, mercenaries, and informants gathered, no bloodshed allowed.
Maximus nursed a whiskey beside him. "You think he'll show?"
Carrick swirled his drink. "If he's the best, he won't ignore a threat to his business."
Victor's voice came through his earpiece. "Heads up. I've got movement near the entrance."
Carrick's pulse quickened. "Is it him?"
A pause. Then.. "Negative. But they're armed."
Carrick turned slightly, catching sight of two men approaching. One was broad-shouldered with a military stance, the other lean with calculating eyes.
Maximus smirked. "I know those two. Raphael and Dorian. They're contractors, low-tier compared to Samael, but still dangerous."
Carrick nodded. "Let's see what they want."
The two men stopped a few feet away. Raphael, the bulkier one, spoke first. "You're the guy putting out big money on contracts?"
Carrick sipped his drink. "Maybe."
Dorian crossed his arms. "You're either insane or stupid. You don't challenge Samael."
Carrick met his gaze evenly. "That depends on whether he's as untouchable as everyone says."
Raphael chuckled. "You think you're clever, don't you?"
Carrick shrugged. "I think I'm still alive. Which means I haven't made a mistake yet."
Dorian's eyes narrowed. "Samael doesn't play games. If you're serious about taking his contracts, you're on his list now."
Carrick smirked. "Good. Then I won't have to waste time finding him."
A tense silence followed. Then Raphael laughed. "You've got balls, I'll give you that."
Dorian sighed. "You're going to die, kid."
Carrick's smirk widened. "Not today."
Raphael leaned in. "Word of advice, if you want to survive this, find Samael's handler."
Carrick stilled. "Handler?"
Dorian nodded. "Someone hires Samael, but someone else handles the logistics. Payments. Intel. Safehouses."
Maximus muttered, "That would explain why he's so damn hard to track."
Carrick's mind raced. If Samael had a handler, then he had a weakness.
Carrick set his glass down. "Where do I find them?"
Dorian smirked. "That's the million-dollar question."
Carrick pulled out a thick envelope of cash and slid it across the bar.
Dorian took it, flipping through the bills before glancing at Raphael.
After a pause, he murmured, "Try The Ivory Lotus."
Maximus whistled. "Fancy place for a killer's accountant."
Dorian shrugged. "The best killers always have the best people behind them."
Carrick stood. "Then I guess we pay them a visit."
*
The Ivory Lotus was a high-end casino hidden beneath the city's bustling nightlife. It was where the wealthy came to indulge their vices, gambling, drugs, and secrets.
Carrick adjusted his suit as he and Maximus stepped inside, greeted by a dazzling display of chandeliers and velvet carpets.
Maximus let out a low whistle. "Not bad. Might retire here someday."
Carrick ignored him, scanning the room. The target was somewhere inside, Samael's handler.
Jack's voice came through. "Boss, you're looking for a guy named Nikolai Voss. Former banker. Current money launderer."
Carrick's gaze landed on a bald man in an expensive suit, sipping whiskey at a corner booth.
"Found him."
Maximus grinned. "You want the direct approach, or the fun approach?"
Carrick smirked. "Let's start with direct."
They walked over, sliding into the booth across from Nikolai. The man didn't even flinch.
Nikolai exhaled. "Let me guess, you want information on Samael."
Carrick tilted his head. "That obvious?"
Nikolai smirked. "I run his accounts. I hear everything."
Maximus leaned forward. "Then you know someone's trying to outbid his contract."
Nikolai chuckled. "That was a cute move. Got his attention."
Carrick's eyes darkened. "Where is he?"
Nikolai sipped his whiskey. "Now, why would I betray my best client?"
Carrick reached into his jacket, pulling out another thick envelope of cash. "Because I pay better."
Nikolai chuckled but didn't take the money. "I don't sell out killers for pocket change."
Maximus smirked. "Good thing we brought more than money."
Carrick leaned in, voice deadly soft. "Tell me where Samael is... or I'll make sure your accounts become very public."
Nikolai's smirk faltered.
Carrick continued, "You're valuable because you're discreet. But if word gets out that you leaked information on a top assassin? You won't have a safe place left on the planet."
Nikolai exhaled, setting his drink down.
Then he murmured, "Samael's meeting his contractor tomorrow. Warehouse 12. Midnight."
Carrick's smirk returned.
"Perfect."
