• Fear ate her eyes...this wasn't something she expected...or at least she though shouldn't have happened...must have worried before or more...Audry knew that it was possible that he survived due to that he had good training...but the trail of blood was too clear and too much of it was spilt...how could he have survived?
    Audry supposed, along with other people, that somone had taken his body and buried it...or cut it to pieces...as they loved him or hated him for his deeds...
    She couldn't talk...and stammerd some unaudible words as she tried to get away slowly, backwards...trying to escape the couches clutch...

    Philip watched her limp away slowly...
    "you...you played with me all the time, no? You wanted me dead from the begining...right?"
    He moved slowly towards her, walking calmly around the couch...He could feel all the anger surge from his insides...the cold hate that each step given fed...maybe he could lose it in any moment, but struggled to keep his mind focused...
    Audry turned and went on her hands and knees towards a desk nearby, whimping with fear as she advanced.
    "So...who else was in it for this? There's you and..."
    "Nobody!" interrupting Philip "There was no one else implicated in this other than the men you killed..." she said, hesitating with each word though, and yet seemed calm...too calm...

    Philip chuckled at the thought of her being the master-mind of all this game...
    "Are you sure? 'Cuz i seriously doubt these men sacrificing their lives for something they held uncertain...plus, you always need something with what to incentivate...being money...or something else..." and saying that, he glanced directly into her eyes...so deep he could almost know the complete truth...
    Audry felt this and lowered her eyes, trying to seek something to look at without feeling remorse.
    "...So...then there was something else...and most probably there are others...Who are they, Audry?"
    She kept silent and stood beside the desk close to the door...
    "who are they, Audry?" Philip asked again...knowing that she probably wouldn't say a word...and if she didn't that meant that they were powerful people, high class maybe...senators or high ranked among the country...But why?
    He asked again...growing impatient with silent answers...turned around and looked down to the full disco...
    "the time has come for the human beings in this country to know what has happened...and your involvment will be set out first...unless you tell me whos head to cut..."

    The sound of the opening door alerted him...Philip knew she'd try to escape, or kill him with her thugs...
    He turned around and saw at least a dozen men running in...Philip pushed the couch in their direction, pulled out a knie and ran around slaughtering men, as he was trained to...as he was taught to...
    The loud party below didn't hear the gunshots of the battle of 12 vs 1, which was quite uneven anyways; interrupted only when a body fell from above with glass shattering...there was a paper with a note on him...
    The crowd made a silent circle around it and the music faded...
    "«Leave the disco...there's a bomb in the building»? " someone read...Massive caos and people running around looking for the escape routes...now hearing a couple more of shots and silence...
    Audry had emptied a pistol clip, but not hit once...Philip disarmed her and pinned her down...
    took another paper and wrote...'she was and is guilty...€psilon leaders ghost has come back for vengeance...make justice with her'...
    and clipped it on to her clothes.
    He pulled out a pair of nades from the dead men and blew up the room...fortunately nobody was below the falling rubble...
    Philip jumped down and left her, unconcious, at the feet of some remaining from the dance floor...looked into their eyes and made a «hush» sign with his lips and finger. Everyone noded and remained silent...And right there, in the mist from the explosion, he vanished...