Reverse Ep.11

Paul glared at her. “I don’t think you appreciate just how sore it is to break your leg.” “No, I don’t” said Carla “Now get up. All of our money is in that room, along with whatever that thing is in your trombone case.” As you can see here, Carla is acting rather frosty to Paul, even though he’d saved her and he’d broken his leg. Paul managed to stand up on one leg, while leaning on the fence, but as soon as he let go, he tumbled down again. “Ah, dammit.” he growled “You just go and get help. The fire might not have burned our stuff yet.” Carla, glad to be out of Paul’s presence, readily agreed. She walked along the barrier of the flaming hotel, until she was out of sight.

Paul took some time to study his surroundings, ignoring the searing pain in his leg. They had landed in a field behind the hotel, with only a thick, dark forest on either side. He decided that he had better move away from the building, just in case some sparks came rushing. Paul then noticed something strange as he was moving the matress away in a weird sort of crawl. Their room was the only one on fire! The other suites were completely untouched. And then a spring of questions came into Paul’s head like dominos.

Who had set their room on fire? Why weren’t the fire alarms on? Where was the fire brigade and all the hotel assistants he’d seen earlier? His questions were answered when a dark, ominous shape moved out from the cover of the forest trees. It was the Russian man Carla had tackled in Moscow. There was a cruel, vicious grin on his face as he walked towards Paul. And then other figures were coming out from their hiding spots in the woods. But it wasn’t the kind of hiding place like, let’s go and hide and he can’t find us! It was more like, let’s hide and jump out when he’s completely helpless!

Paul tried to scream as the huge man approached him but he couldn’t find his voice. He had nothing to stand up on or lean against, so it was little trouble for the Mafia man to just shove him into the bag he had in his enormous, beefy hand. Paul’s last view was of the dozens of gangsters smiling at him wickedly. “Now for the girl.” snarled Muscle Mouth and then everything went black.

Carla edged along the hotel until she reached the door. When she walked into the lobby, it was completely deserted. Strange thought Carla Well, they’re probably upstairs. She ran over to the stairs and started to climb, not taking the elavator as she had been taught whenever there was a fire drill. When she reached the floor with their room, her eyes widened in shock. The flames had almost completely destroyed the corridor, and the acrid smell of smoke filled her nostrils. She knew that she couldn’t get their belongings, as much as she wanted to. The fire was just too big. If she had got upstairs a minute earlier, she would have been able to. Carla was so angry she felt like kicking something. And then, someone kicked her in the legs very hard. Carla collapsed to her knees, and then lashed out behind her, on pure instinct. She jabbed person behind her in the stomach and then twisted around. There was a young woman in a catsuit, clutching herself and groaning. For a second, Carla thought that she had just punched an innocent woman, but then she saw the glint in her eyes.

Carla tried to move but it was too late. The woman’s fist collided with her forehead. “Ouch.” muttered Carla and then she passed out.