I walk into room 11, on the 3rd floor of the Iceberg Lounge, a trail of unconscious or dead guards behind me. It wasn’t hard to find Roman’s room, the first guard I found told me. I walk into the blue walled room, everything seems to be where it should be, even the bed is neatly made. I scan the room and no one seems to be around, but then I notice smoke coming from the balcony of the room. I quietly walk towards the sliding doors and there sits a bald man in a beige suit. He holds a cigar in his hand, which he sets on the glass table beside him.
“So you finally made it, I honestly expected you sooner.” Roman says, still looking out at the harbor and the city behind it.
“Expected me?” I say.
“Oh yes, I told my men to tell you where I was and to let you beat them. You made quite a racket at the docks. You dress like you want to be some type of ninja assassin, but the way you fight makes me think you’re a nobody crook.”
“I’m not a crook, but you are, I’ve been hunting you for a while Roman, you’re not an easy man to find.”
“Don’t play the big talk on me, I’ve seen a lot of people just like you, but let me tell you one thing, your type either works for me or ends up dead. So leave while you have the opportunity.”
“I have one question for you.”
“What’s that?”
“What do you have to do with the death of Amadeus Arkham?”
“Arkham? That’s a tree I wouldn’t go barking up. There are worse people than me involved and I’d rather not see them again.”
“Like who?”
“Look, you don’t want to know, there’s a whole court of guys who control these things. They want people dead for different reasons, I did a job for them once but it wasn’t Arkham.”
“You’re lying.” I say as I pop out my wrist blades.
Roman turns around revealing his face, he has an almost silver beard and a gold eyepatch covering his left eye. I try to ram him over the balcony but he manages to jump over me, proving that he’s been trained. As he leaps over me and puts his hands on my back, pushing me to the ground. As I get up I turn to Roman and yell in anger, my adrenalin rises and I charge at him. I run at him but he quickly doges to the side, pulls a knife from my belt and cuts me across the arm. He’s a lot quicker than I imagined, and that just makes me angrier.
“You’re sloppy, you let your emotions take over, but don’t cry, it’s a rookie mistake, one a child would make.” He taunts.
I cover the cut with my hand and try to think of what to do next, Roman could be my only lead on Amadeus’ death. But before I can finish the thought Roman throws the knife into my shoulder. I scream in pain and he grabs a chair, lifts it up then bashes it over my head. Splinters of wood fly throughout the room and I fall backwards.
“I told you not to bark up this tree but you keep doing it, I’m honestly doing you a favor kid, because if they get to you you’re toast.”
He pulls the knife out of my shoulder and brings it to my neck, then he pulls off my hood and mask. He pushes the knife closer and closer to my neck, I try to push him off but it’s no use. I look to my sides and try to find something, I spot a chunk of wood that’s just out of reach, but I have no way of getting Roman off me. If I try to head butt him the knife will cut my neck and he’s got my arms pinned. I then realize my feet are free enough that I may be able to do something, so I kick his foot away and kick him right in the crotch. I get up and grab the knife out of his hand.
“It’s okay, it was a rookie mistake.” I say as I throw the knife behind me.
I grab him by the collar and pull him up to me and push my wrist blade write into his gut. I then pull the blade out and drop him to the ground. Then as I’m about to finish him off a bullet flies through the door and hits me in the leg. Guards storm into the room, all fully armed, I grab my hood and mask and run out onto the balcony. I vault over the cold metal bar of the balcony and out into the harbor, bullets fly past my head as I fall into the cold harbor, barely escaping.
