The Big Boss For A Countess
Another Contessa Foolishness
Contessa peered over the pillar while squinting her ears and hearing.
He looked to the left, to the right, there was no sign of a commotion. Because where there is a commotion, there is Damascus.
Then Contessa turned to the President's room, sneaking near to the room, wanting to take her bag she had just put it somewhere, he said, just any time because of the panic rush to squirm Artemis almost ‘koit’ kicked Big Boss.
There was nobody in that room.
Contessa looked back, behind her there was also no one, deserted.
Because it's past the hour of coming home, it seems. The giant wall clock shows at 19, so not many employees are on standby.
“Aman, I guess..” muttered the girl slowly.
And he also ventured into the President's room.
AC is still on, lights are still bright. The Big Boss's mark is still in one place in this building. But I don't know where, obviously Contessa plans to go down to the lobby through the freight elevator and sneak out through the basement only. It was a tremendous effort actually, so far away the road and had to go around the building first. Not yet he had to stand in Transjakarta to return home. Frazzled.
But rather than meet Big Boss, it was certain he would-be
The stench is smelled, the smell of human feces.
The same sickening scent that Contessa last smelled was when she foolishly set the ODGJ free.
Contessa heard chatter in the Secretary's room whose door was connected to the Damascus room.
There's still people there.
Is Baron? Or Griffin and Ivander are home?
But it doesn't look like he saw Ivander or Griffin coming home. And it looks like Baron is busy with Artemis at the clinic.
Is Damascus?
Fearfully, Contessa held the locked doorknob. The sensor key will open when the Contessa fingerprint is read by the detection tool. Before anyone who had his fingerprints registered opened that door, no one would be able to enter or exit.
The Secretary's room is like a luxurious prison inside a large building. Dangerous actually, because if prisoners get out of there it can threaten the lives of many people. But it could be his tactics. Disguising the forbidden prison was in the middle of the crowd so that no one sniffed the oddity.
Then he thought, should he look inside?
To be honest, he was traumatized to set foot there. First when he released the ODGJ, second because he saw Artemis bleeding.
“See a little bit, then whatever happens, report then go home!” his his hisses solidified his heart.
So Contessa presses the lock button, the sensor reads ‘Pip’ sign receives Contessa's fingerprint response, and she peeps a little.
A human eye and a terrible grin right in front of his eyes.
BRAKKK!!
The door was blown out, Contessa crumpled to the floor and dragged until she hit the Damascus desk.
“GYAHAHAHAHA!!” the sound of laughter was deafening. A person covered in human feces and blood ran out of the secretary room.
“Bebaaaas!! Bebaaaas!!” that guy was happy. His behavior indicates he is a mental disorder.
“Wih there is a beautiful girl, the first treat nih cuy!” there was someone else behind him. It was cleaner but his face was battered.
“Good food. Must be influential people until they can open the room. We worked first to be quiet!” A person of stocky and large stature, he only wears ***********, his whole body is full of incision wounds and blood. But the way the road is strapping and looks strong.
“Uhuk!” Contessa coughed while flipping her body so she could crawl trying to break free and at least get up to run away as soon as possible from there. The girl felt her chest was very tight and her head was twitching. He hit quite hard just now.
“Yeah, this is a push already dead!” Contessa could hear one of them talking so. Contessa was still trying to crawl as hard as she could, but she was somehow knocked out as if she was not powered up.
“One push? What big are you?” ask the others.
“Ya use your hands.. I kill the child who yesterday also use your hands, I pull everything up-“.
“Tolooong!!” Jerrit Contessa is as powerful as her power. He was so scared.
“Hey, Neng... want to know? I have killed. The one I buried in ** the other I mut1la the first I just fled in the river **..” The man continued to speak, blabbering about all his crimes. Typical psychopaths.
Contessa could only listen to him while half-floating. His ears were like echoing reverberations, their voices felt extremely terrifying in his ears.
The hell of the world is in front of him, the real killers. One by one they told of their senseless crimes, and the other befell them clapping as if it were an achievement.
A group of human-shaped demons, in front of Contessa.
“Pukulin first time!” Contessa came back to reality when one of them said so.
His common sense immediately digested that next he would be a victim of their madness.
“Oke..” One of them holds a long sword of Artemis collection, the other a collection of weapons belonging to Damascus men.
All those who flee are dangerous people who do not deserve to live, no wonder they are held captive under the authority of Damascus. Being taken to jail can also endanger the prisoners who are there. While if given the death penalty must pass through complicated bureaucracy.
Four friends were the warden of a Damascus-made prison, and their room was soundproofed, with walls of concrete mixed with steel, separated from the rest of the building, with a special lift that uses a fingerprint code, and only certain people can set foot in the President Director area.
The girl regretted why her fingerprints were registered there.
Contessa shrieks hysterically as she feels her legs being pulled. His nails clawed at the granite floor trying to resist the pull, but for free, the floor was very slippery and cold.
DORR!!
Blood spurts into Contessa's body.
Before the girl knew what was going on, before her eyes, one-on-one human was uprooted.
As if in a slow scene, Contessa could see, the villains were not even aware of the situation, but their heads had already exploded first.
Three people fell down, in a split second.
And in the direction of the entrance, Contessa could see... Damascus was there with its SIG Sauer P228. The semi-automatic weapon felt extremely small in his large hand. The man's big hand was still raised straight up as he walked into his room. Damascus looked on guard in case there were any prisoners still loose and hiding around them.
The man walked into the secretarial room, and Contessa could only be stunned to see the bodies floundering on the floor, they tragically died. One of them, the biggest and most insecure looked still convulsing, as if his body had not yet accepted the fact that his head had been crushed and life had been lost.
There were a few more shots from inside the secretary room.
Contessa covered her ears while screeching in fear.
Then Baron and some security went into the room with a long barrel gun.
“Gosh...” hiss Baron when he saw the situation was quite chaotic. He went inside and took a swing and aimed at his weapon.
After Contessa felt the situation was under control, the girl dragged her body near the exit. At least he could get away from the corpses bathed in fresh blood.
Then he laid his body on the floor while adjusting his breathing and closed his eyes.
And then, his world felt dark.
**
“Again..” complained Baron while looking at the body of Contessa who is now in the arms of Damascus, cynically.
The two of them were walking towards the car park, towards the Damascus car. The man will take Contessa to his house to rest.
“Witness us all dead, Boss,” hiss Baron.
“Yes, after all with psychiatric conditions like them, it is less likely that they will make a sound. From the beginning it was useless. Try to disappear faster..” sis Damascus.
“But at least yesterday we still had hope, at least knowing where they kept the bodies of the victims, or in what way they captured the victims,”
“Yeah, we'll find another witness,” sis Damascus.
“Emh...” muttered Contessa. He opened his eyes and looked at Damascus with a glare.
Then reflex wrapped his hands around Damascus' neck and he fell asleep again.