The Son-In-Law’s Revenge

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"Of course, I am what else do you think?" He clicked his gun and this drew a smirk from the other man.

"This is no mere child's play, we can still back away and come back when you are ready."

Logan doesn’t comment on it. He thought about the offer there on the table and his feeble mind humored at the idea of it.

“I will be here during the storm, I would fight through it as well,” he says, looking

anywhere but at Brock.

"I hope you still keep to your word when things get heated up."

He barely registers the words, as the sound of the men moving with a low rumble builds in his chest as he narrows his eyes at them.

"Let's do this ." He patted him on the back.

"Well then, best of luck …Stay alive.” he rumbles. “Or won't you want to? "

He already knows the answer. He smells Logan's fear, desperation, and his need but if there was anything that he had learned about the man so far, it was the fact that he fought through them.

“I would,” He confirms.

“I owe you a drink after this ” Logan muttered after the man.

Brock laughed heretically “I’m not sure, but let us just hope we are alive to have that drink, you don't know what we are getting ourselves into. "

He motions towards the way they were supposed to go in and the two men shuttled when they were out in the open.

Once again Logan looked around at the men all positioned positions ready to break in.

The watch light from the building flipped on enough for Logan to see who was standing right there as a watch.

He could recognize him from amongst the men who had assaulted him.

"One last thing, when we find the leader, leave him to me."

Brock nods his head, he makes a forward motion with his fingers as soon as the light  comes off.

The place was nothing like an apartment, it was just an empty hallway that led forever into the vastness filled with uncertainty, for one they hadn't come across anyone since they had gone past the door.

He was left alone here with four men, with time to ruminate on what the next seconds or minute would begat —

There’s time to relive the memories of them and drown in a sea of uncertainty beckoning at each door unopened. He shuts down the dark thoughts and moves instead.

The living space is unfurnished, an old house definitely but nothing but darkness and cobwebs— A dark brown sofa sits on the opposite wall, with the leather worn with age.

The floor was littered with empty cans in the almost empty all way, and all he felt was the cold:

Toxic silence, the hint of smoke in the air, and a leaking pipe from somewhere around the corridor after breaching the gates were all that filled the atmosphere.

As all of this sank deeply into his mind, he wiped a sweat that was running through his brow. Logan had just killed a man before this time, a silenced bullet straight to his head had done the justice and sent him to the far beyond.

That was fifteen minutes ago, at this time they were deep into the sanctum.  This place was nothing like what he thought about. He thought the old temple would've left chills running through his veins while it did exactly that, leaving that bit of chills just as he had predicted, It wasn't far off from anything ordinary.

The men had been divided into two folds, one set with him and the other making way with Brock.

Silently, they moved through the flanks each with their own heart beating silently. He heard the sound of someone coming and stopped Right there in his track with his fist raised he asked the men with him to halt.

A man walked into the space that was before them and made his way to the toilet that looked like it hadn't been washed for a long time from the Stench that was emitting from it.

He walked over to the door, asking the rest to stay behind as he moved cautiously.  With only a touch he pushed the door open and pointed the gun at the man that was smoking.

At the First attempt, the man tried to pick up his gun.

"Pick that up and I'd blow your fucking head off,"  he warned.

" Now let me see your hands In Front. "

The man's eyes widened with shock, he was certain that they hadn't expected that any of them would be here at this moment, definitely not the man that he had taken part to beat till he was unconscious.

The thought of death was evident in his eyes as he was pushed away as he was led back, by now the other men led by Brock had joined in with them.

With the men all there the room was small as they barely squeezed in. The entire structure was barely bigger than the apartment, but no one was concerned as they had their attention on the man.

"Where are the rest?" Logan questions as usual he gets no answer.

The man made a mockery of the question till a gun was pointed at his Temple.

Logan was filled with rage, and Brock with the need to diffuse the situation made his way toward him and tapped his shoulder.

"There is a way this is done?" He muttered in a low voice.

He nodded his head and immediately two men grabbed him behind and gagged his mouth.

"No, I would ask you just one more time and  I want just the answers."

The man's countenance changed but he refused to bulge.

Meanwhile, Logan texts her again to let her know they've arrived safely, but the message takes thirty minutes to send, due to the poor reception.

He stood there watching as they kept on hitting the man, some part of him wanted to hit him as well but he held himself back.