Chapter Eleven

"Get against the wall."

Voah had been in this situation before, though the roles had been reversed.

He blinked.

"Which one?"

The driver seemed unsure of himself. There was no one to guide him, though. He did what his gut told him to do.

"The far one from the door."

Voah moved over, flattening himself against the wall.

"Who the hell are you?"

The driver was nervous, it was obvious.

It was how Voah had identified him while watching the film from the squad car.

The tape jammer refused to zoom in enough. Eventually Voah just told him to move and did it himself.

He recalled the moment vividly, watching the officer nonchalantly question the suspect.

When asked if he had seen any suspicious activity, he answered quickly, a brief "no".

His eyes had told the real story.

The officers wouldn't make the arrest. They told Voah that "eyes" wasn't evidence that would hold up in court.

Unfortunately, now the driver was telling him to get against the wall and was about to make a quick escape. Voah's gun was on the nightstand in the other room.

"Who the hell are you?"

Voah decided on the answer that would impact the man psychologically.

He turned around, looking right at the terrified driver.

"They call me the Vanquisher".

He turned back around now, edging closer to the window. The driver didn't notice, too preoccupied with the idea of steadying the shaking hand was holding the gun.

He counted to himself.

1

2

3

He burst the door, sprinting out. He expected the Vanquisher to follow after him, but he didn't. He sprinted into the elevator, ripping out his cell-phone.

"Jamie, it's- yes... I- Jamie, listen to me! Someone came to my apartment, I don't know who it was, other than this bizarre name they gave me. What? Oh. 'Vanquisher'. Yeah. I know. Anyway, look, I'm just running out now. I won't be there tonight; he might follow me. I have to go."

The elevator came to a stop and the driver shoved the phone into his pocket and sprinted out, through the lobby doors.

Voah, meanwhile, had grabbed the gun from the driver's nightstand, and was looking out the window, waiting for the driver.

A blur exploded from the lobby doors, and Voah new it was his man. He jumped out, silently dropping to the fire escape off the fourth floor. He slid down the ladder quickly.

The driver spotted him and began running faster, sprinting towards his car.

Voah vaulted off the fire escape to a second floor balcony, descending another eight feet.

The driver was disappearing around a corner as Voah landed lightly on the ground.

He ripped out his gun and sprinted after him, desperately trying to catch the man, knowing it could be his only chance.

The sound of a car's engine starting is what threw Voah off in the end.

Coming from the alley where the driver had just run in to, Voah was suprised to see a white SUV barreling towards him, its windows blacked out.

He raised his pistol and fired a few times at the windshield, but to no avail. Bulletproof glass stopped them in their tracks.

The car continued onwards as Voah sprinted for the nearest apartment building. The plate glass window shattered as he fired at it.

The car was yards away when he dived through the window, rolling behind the front desk.

There was a deafening crash as the car spun through the window, rolling towards him.

Time stood still as Voah calculated silently.

The desk won't be enough. Where can I go?

The car was six feet away.

He spun around, seeing the door marked "Storage".

Five feet.

He began moving towards it, running.

The car smashed into a gaudily decorated column, causing it to fall.

Voah slid under it as it came crashing down.

Two feet.

Voah grabbed the doorknob, wrenching the door open. He flung himself in.

The car came in after him, spinning him to the floor.

The car came to creaking stop.

There was silence.

Voah barely acknowledged that the SUV's door opened, his consciousness almost gone.

The bloody form of the driver stumbled out. He pulled out a gun.

This is the end.

Click.

No bullets.

I need to act now.

Voah rolled over, pulling out a pistol with effort. He leveled it at the driver, who looked at it in fear.

"Where are the others?"

The driver looked confused.

"I know you're the driver. Where are the other two?"

He understood now.

"I don't know... they move around... I..."

Voah cocked the gun.

"Fine! Fine! They're at The Four Seasons now. They'll be leaving on Monday. I swear, that's all I know!"

"Thank you."

The driver looked relieved.

The expression of relief was frozen on his face when the police found him two minutes later, a bullet-hole in between his eyes.