Chapter 4 Kiting the Aggro (Chase)

            Kiting - is when a person distracts bad guys/monsters and takes all the attacks from them so they don't attack the other memebers of the party.

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            Chase Hancock sat in the cell with a frown; at least he had a private cell and wasn't tossed into the communal cells with the drunks and the whores. He couldn't believe that all this was happening, and all because of that slut and her friend. At least the blonde bimbo got what she deserved. The look on her face was perfect, she had no idea what was going on till it was too late. A smile crossed his face as he remembered her shocked expression when he pulled out the gun and the morbid pleasure he got from pulling the trigger. He wished that she was still alive just so he could repeat the experience again.

            His thoughts turned to the mouse, the stuttering red head loser that the slut was friends with. She had surprised him, he was sure she was like a poor defenseless deer under a pair of headlights. No instead she fought for her life by throwing that vase and running. And damn if she could run, Chase thought with a smile as he rubbed the small cut one of the shards of the vase had caused on his cheek with a small smile. He had never lost the trail of someone so quickly. He sighed with slight disappointment at the thought he wouldn't get the chance to end her life himself. He really did want to be the last thing she saw as those green eyes of hers go dull as the spark of life is put out.

            "Hey Scumbag, you got a visit," a pot bellied cop sneered at him. About time, Chase thought getting up from the piece of stiff cardboard they call a cot. He strode over to the bars sticking his hands out between the little opening so they could cuff his hands while giving the obese cop a haughty smile.

            The cop glared at him and Chase's smile grew. You're lucky we're here you fat piece of crap or I'd make you beg for your ugly ass mother, he thought as the cop grabbed him with his beefy hand and not so nicely tugged him down the hall to a small stoic room. The cop shoved him towards a tacky plastic seat at the table where his lawyer sat then plodded out of the room. "It's Monday morning Zack, why the hell am I still in this dump," Chase demanded.

            "Because the police department has been arguing adamantly against your release but I believe Judge Mathews will come to see our way of thinking by this evening," the lawyer replied.

            "Good, so what's the news? Have my pest infestation been taken cared of yet," Chase demanded once more.

            "No, not yet they are still trying to find the little mouse but Eddie promises they are getting close and should have it exterminated by the middle of this week," the lawyer replied again and Chase nodded then smiled.

            "That sounds good but instead of exterminating it immediately bring the mouse to me, I'd like to feed it to the snakes," Chase ordered him and the Lawyer nodded.

            That afternoon Chase finally got released on bail though the price was a hefty ten million dollars, not counting what was paid to the Judge to admit bail. He was surprised he didn't see that dog, Hunter barking around like he usually did when Chase was released. It just didn't feel right without the detective's empty threats of "One day Hancock, one day you're going to mess up and I promise you, I'll be there to see it!" He leaned over to his right hand man, Eddie. "Where's the dog? Find out why Brian Hunter isn't here," Chase whispered to him.

            Chase arrived to his elegant home where Eddie and a nervous looking drug dealer await them. "Nice to see you Mr. Hancock," the drug dealer said once he saw him. His voice nearly cracked from the anxious state he was in. "I knew they wouldn't keep you in that hell hole long," he added and Chase offered the man a cold smile and held his hand out to his side where Eddie gave him his gun. He turned on the dealer and aimed at the man. The man paled and nearly pissed his pants. "Whoa, wait a minute! What's going on," he pleaded.

            "What's going on is you've hit your third strike and now you're out," Chase told him coolly and the dealer continued to blubber on about why. "You stole from me so you repay me by handing off the blonde! If it wasn't so bad that whore of yours didn't know how to keep her nose out of my business, now I hear you've been getting friendly with the cops," Chase sneered at him.

            "No,no, no! I haven't talked to nobody Mr. Hancock! I swear," the drug dealer pleaded.

            "Sorry buddy but I don't believe a word you say and well you can connect me to the blonde so I'd get rid of you anyways," Chase told him then  pulled the trigger, shooting him in the head. "Clean it up and find my mouse," he ordered the men in the shed.

            Chase looked at the warehouse on the edge of town as he tossed away is cigarette. He had been so busy this week calming all his business associates who were freaking out on the murder charge. Idiots, all of them idiots, he thought walking towards the building. They should know by now that Chase Hancock always takes care of the loose ends. Tonight he was going to take care of his mouse problem. Too bad Hunter had to go to San Francisco and miss all the fun, though he still wasn't too sure about that whole San Francisco deal, something just seemed off. Oh well, he decided as he entered the warehouse. It didn't matter after tonight. "Where is she," he demanded to Johnny, one the men he used to extract debt from people who didn't pay.

            "Over here Mr. Hancock," Johnny told him walking up the stairs to a small office. Chase felt the adrenaline pump his system the closer they got. He wasn't going to kill her quickly like he did the blonde; no he was going to enjoy this! His eager smile fell when the door opened and they stared at the red head tied to a chair and gagged.

            "What the hell is this," Chase demanded and Johnny had the audacity to look confused.

            "It's the mouse," he replied. Chase glowered at the thug and taking out his gun.

            "That isn't my mouse," Chase snarled at him waving the gun at the woman who flinched as the gun was point in her direction.

            "But she was being protected by the cops," the thug insisted and Chase growled in anger shooting the thug in his knee cap.

            "I don't care! I said this isn't the mouse," he yelled and turned and shot the woman several times. He turned to the groaning thug who held his bleeding knee. Clean this place A.S.A.P. You brought a damn decoy to my doorstep and the cops are probably on their way now. I don't care how you do it but if you want to keep breathing make sure it doesn't lead back to me," He shouted and Johnny nodded.

            "Y-yes, Mr. Hancock, I'm sorry," he apologized.

            Chase stomped down the stairs feeling so disappointed. "What happened," Eddie asked when Chase reached the door and he explained to his right hand man what happened. "Brian Hunter isn't in San Francisco! He has my mouse holed up somewhere! I want him found now!" He shouted at Eddie and all the other men around him. "Twenty million for the mouse alive, ten if I have proof of death, double it if the dog is brought in with her," Chase demanded.

            "Don't worry Chase, we'll get'em," Eddie told him.