Immaculate Spirit c1-242

by Newbiel

  Nathaniel put a bullet through the man on the far side of the room as he was straining his gun on him. He slumped on the floor, a bullet between his eyes. Nathaniel did not lose time and jumped on the man closest to him, slapping him on the side of his head with the butt of his gun and watching him also going down. On Scotts side, he had put a bullet through a man's chest and another one in a man's knee. The only person left standing was the man who was yelling at Amal in Italian.

  Seeing that he did not have a gun in his hand but that he was lounging for it, Nathaniel put a knee in the man's guts and then followed up with a headbutt, dropping him on the floor. Once they were the only ones standing, Nathaniel turned to Amal who was showing signs of being beat up but nothing major.

  "Happy to see me?" He asked with a smile.

  Chapter 132: :

  Not waiting for an answer, Nathaniel kneeled behind the chair of Amal and started untying the rope around him. Luckily, they had managed to get to him before he could receive much of a beating.

  "Are you alright?" Nathaniel asked once Amal was on his feet.

  "Yeah, I'm good. You came before they could put the interrogation a notch higher." He said, trying to restore the blood flow on his hands, they had tied his hands extremely tight.

  "What did they want?"

  "If I talked to anyone about what happened and their involvement in your grandfather's kidnapping. They were going to kill me the second they got that information out of me so I was not feeling very cooperative." He said dryly.

  "I bet. Ok boys, let's bring two more chairs and more rope. It's time to turn things around. Leave the two dead bodies here, that could motivate them to tell us the truth. Think about putting a tourniquet on the leg of the one you shot in the knee Scott, I don't want him to die before he gives me everything I need."

  "Yes, sir." Scott obeys, taking off his own belt to stop the bleeding.

  It was a little later that the three still alive cops were tied to a chair, two of them got forcefully awoken from when they were knocked-out.. Nathaniel was sitting in another chair, the one the least dirty and broken down they could find in the building. Amal was posted behind him and Scott behind the three Italians cops. Each a gun in his hand. Amal had helped himself to a handgun, a Beretta 92fs, the same one that Nathaniel and Scott have. Not the best gun out there but no doubt one of the more reliable ones.

  "Which one of you has a knife?" Nathaniel asked Scott and Amal.

  The two men as an answer drew a knife handle first from their person. The one that Amal drew looked like a kitchen knife, he must have stolen it from someplace while he was running away. What was not expected was that Scott drew a tactical knife with a fifteen centimeter serrated blade.

  "How the hell did you pass airport security with that?" Nathaniel asked, surprised.

  "You are not the only one with skills, sir." He answers respectfully but with a smirk on his face.

  "Fair enough." He smiles, taking the knife that Amal was holding out to him.

  The serrated blade was a little too specific for his taste and could leave evidence he would rather not leave. The kitchen blade on the other hand was very generic and not the thing you would want to track down as you could find them in millions of households in the country. That was perfect for his purpose. Looking at each Italian man in turn, Nathaniel started speaking.

  "Do you know anatomy guys?" He asked in Italian.

  "Yes, I know that, especially when I'm fu**ing your bitch of a moth…." The one who seemed to be the leader started to speak when he was stopped by a knife that lodged itself beneath his mouth and into his brain, killing him instantly. Seeing their comrade die like that in front of them, the two corrupted Italian cops started yelling, terrified.

  "Sorry guys but since I arrived in this country, I keep meeting corrupt cops beating my people so I don't have much of a mind to laugh. Let me repeat my question, do you know anatomy?" Nathaniel questioned, cleaning the knife on the dead man before making it twirl between his fingers.

  Mesmerized by the twirling knife and too scared to answer from fear to become like their dead camarade, the two simply nodded.

  "I always liked learning about anatomy, it's so passionate to know about our own body. Did you know there's more than two hundred bones in the human body? And five major tendons? Interesting, isn't it? Now, I'm going to ask you some questions, answer them truthfully and everything will be alright. Refusing to answer or lying to me will make me break your bones one by one. I will advise you to talk." Nathaniel said with a cold voice.

  "For who are you working for?" Nathaniel asked after leaving a little time to the both of them to understand their situation.

  Looking at the two of them for an answer, Nathaniel counted to five and when nobody talked, his hand moved so fast that they did not even see what he did but the cop on the right started screaming. Nathaniel had cut one finger of the more stubborn of the two seeing the expression in their eyes.

  "One." said Nathaniel. Even Amal and Scott were starting to get creeped out by Nathaniel at this time. They knew the Lyndons were ruthless when you were hurting their family but he had just killed a man and cut a finger like it was not even worth his attention. That was not normal.

  "Your turn, start talking." Nathaniel turned to the one on the left, leaving the other whimpering, his face as white as a sheet.

  "Matteo Pirlini! Don't hurt me please!" He cowered.

  "Ah good, now we are going somewhere. Everything depends on you, talk and I will not make you suffer. Who is he?"

  "He's the head of the Rome Police! He's our boss!"

  "Why did you collaborate with a terrorist organization to kidnap my grandfather?" Nathaniel questioned.

  "They pay us a lot of money to turn a blind eye on the whole event. It was after we realized they did not kill everyone of your people so we needed to kill them before they could testify against us!"

  "Shut up! You don't realize that …" The one on the right cut off abruptly when the knife in Nathaniel's hand moved swiftly and one of the man's ears fell on the ground and he started yelling in pain again.

  "Do you know that it is impolite to interrupt a conversation between gentlemen?" Nathaniel frowned, that was at this moment that a nauseating smell catched his nose and he realized the one on the left had pissed himself.

  "Give me the names of everyone who is in your little band and do it now or I'm going to cut off your balls, one at a time." Nathaniel threatened, his eyes cold.

  The man hurriedly started giving a dozen of names and people he thought were corrupt but was not entirely sure. The list was huge and many of them were not officers but sergeants and Lieutenants. People high up in the departement and not easily accessible to civilians. Luckily he was not a civilian.

  "That's it?" Nathaniel asked once there was no name left to write down.

  "Yes! I swear on my life this is all. Can you let me go now, please?" He begged.

  "Sorry but it was never in the equation. I told you you will not suffer if you talk and so you won't but this is the end of the road for you." Nathaniel said, getting to his feet.

  "No! Please no! Let me live, I begged you, please…" His voice died down when a knife entered one of his eyes, killing him.

  Making short work, he also killed the last tied up man and looked at his people.

  "We got everything we needed, let's get rid of the bodies and go back to Rome. We still have work to do. I also want to go see Jean in the hospital. You take the bodies down, I'm going to watch our surroundings in case of other people showing up."

  "Yes, sir." The two were bitter, having to clean the mess their boss created.

  "What? Do you have any idea how much the clothes I wear cost? Not a change that would stain them with blood." Nathaniel smiled.

  Looking attentively at their boss, they realize indeed he had not even a drop of blood on himself. He had cut off body parts and managed to not even stain his clothes. That was unbelievable.

  "Come on guys, let
's go. We don't have much time!" Nathaniel ordered, getting serious again, Scott and Amal to pick the dead bodies up.

  Chapter 133: :

  Rome. 09/12/2012. 23:45.

  It was a long while later when Amal, Nathaniel and Scott finally came back to their hotel, tired. They had spent the whole day hunting dirty cops, interrogating them and killing them. It was an extremely gruesome task and upon arriving at his room, Nathaniel just wanted a long, hot shower. He was not physically tired but more like mentally and emotionally exhausted.

  Even if he had shut down his emotions while doing the 'interrogation', he knew that he could only go so long before risking a breakdown. Considering the fact that he had the memories of two people inside his brain, he knew that his mental health was paramount to his survival and he could not slack off on that front.

  Taking his clothes off, Nathaniel slumped in the shower, using the hot water to wash the sweat and the tiredness off him. Clutching his knee, he let all the emotion that he held back from the moment he learned that his grandfather was kidnapped until now wash over him. Marc was a stone cold killer but Nathaniel was not and in no time, he was crying and shivering under the water.

  He knew deep down that the people he questioned and killed were bad people but still, they had family, loved ones and he ended their life. He had caused and would cause heartache to innocent people and he will have to live with that. He has been ruthless because the situation demands it but he was not like that, not really. He was but he wasn't, a conundrum he was becoming increasingly familiar with.

  It was a long while before Nathaniel managed to leave the shower with red eyes and still lingering feelings of sadness in him but overall, he was feeling lighter and better. Putting on briefs, he sat on the couch of his hotel room and started looking through every piece of evidence that he found today. Karine had picked his hotel room personally and had chosen wisely what her son wanted. His room had a bathroom, bedroom and a living room where he had the place to work and receive a few people but no more than that. It was perfect for Nathaniel's needs.

  Hearing someone knock on the door, Nathaniel got to his feet, not bothering to put a shirt on as he thought it was Scott or Amal who were bunking together two floors down. Opening the door, Nathaniel realized he was wrong, it was none of his people, it was Valentina Lombardi. He seemed surprised to see her there as she was walking on him shirtless.

  "Whoaaa." The woman said admiratively, looking at his well defined muscles and chest, seemingly mesmerised.

  "Miss Lombardi, my eyes are a little higher than that I believe." Nathaniel said with humor, making a hand motion in the direction of his head. That seemed to snap her out of it.

  "Oh sorry, I tried to contact you over the phone but it was going through voicemail each time. We need to talk, this is important." She said seriously, her cheeks still a little red.

  "Alright, come on in." Nathaniel said, moving to the side to let her walk in.

  She had changed her outfit and was now wearing a knee length blue skirt with a white top and heels that were showing her form even more than her austere dress of this morning. Contrary to this morning, she was also wearing less makeup and her hair was not tied anymore and was flowing unbothered which Nathaniel found quite endearing.

  "Please, sit on the couch, let me put something on. You caught me while I was just getting out of the shower." He said, ducking to his room.

  Putting on a shirt and one of his pants he was using for running, not bothering to put on socks, he came back to the living room and found his lawyer on the couch, looking through the files with a bewildered expression on her face. Seeing him come back, dressed, she did not lose any more time before questioning him.

  "How did you find that much information!? I investigated our corrupt police force for the last eight years and I never found more than a tenth of that!" She shouted.

  "Non legal means and let's leave it at that." Nathaniel answered, taking place beside her on the couch and keeping eye contact with her.

  "That means I can't use any of that." She said sadly, putting one of the files down on the coffee table.

  "Yes, I'm afraid so but it can give you the lead to track and dig up legit documents that you can use in court. Information is still information and will always be helpful. So, why did you want to see me?"

  "Ah yes, a lot of things happened today. A war is brewing between the Cosa Nostra, the mafia in Italy and the Police. A lot of officers and even people high up in the Police department have been found dead near the territory of the Cosa Nostra. You need to stay put or you could risk being caught in the crossfire. The Police are arresting everyone even remotely connected to the Cosa Nostra as we speak. You should avoid going out in the meantime, if people were to know you are here, it could be bad for a lot of reasons."

  Nathaniel knew about this of course, as he was the one who had the idea to dump the body near the Casa Nostra territory to make a false trail that did not implicate him. He knew it was not perfect but it was the most he could do with the little time he had on hand.

  "Oh, worried about me again? So cute." He smiles again.

  "Stop goofing around! I'm serious."

  "Ok, ok. I will be prudent, alright? Now, want to help me through these files? My investigation led me to believe that the head of the Police, Matteo Pirlini, is the boss of the corrupt cops. I need to find more evidence before I move against him though."

  "Wait! What? You think he's the one who leads them? This is crazy! He always voices his support to end the corruption in the department! I even talked to him a couple of times and he always was cooperative when I was digging against the Police, going so far as looking the other way when I was using no legal means. You are making a mistake here!"

  "I told you only what I learned, now I'm trying to find evidence to confirm those rumors but if I were the leader of a bunch of corrupt cops, I would try to make a friendship with the best lawyer that is trying to bring me down. Even if I have to give up a couple of my people in the process, I could control the person in question to be able to move freely. Just look at it objectively."

  Pausing for a second, Valentina was doing just that and realized what he says makes sense.

  "Even if what you said makes sense, it doesn't mean it's the truth!" She said, stubbornly.

  "Only one way to find out, let's find real hard evidence in there." Nathaniel says, designating the huge pile of files on the coffee table.

  "Yes, let's find the truth." She answers, still feeling stubborn, picking one of the files up and starts reading it.

  Nathaniel did not say anything after that as it would not have achieved much except making her even more stubborn. She needed to make her own conclusions to accept it. Taking the files that he was looking at before she interrupted him, they started working without exchanging no more than a few words. Her, trying to exonerate the man and Nathaniel searching for proof against him.

  It was one and half hours later that Valentina started to shout curses and hit one of the pillows near her.

  "That huge fu**ing bastard! All this time he used me!" She shouted angrily.

  "Sorry." Nathaniel smiled with compassion, putting a hand on her shoulder.

  "Don't be! He will be the one who is sorry, I'm going to nail him to a wall!" She said, seethingly.

  "Wow wow! Easy there. I will take care of it. It's best if you do not involve yourself in this case anymore."

  "What do you mean? You are only a teenager and you are not even from here! It's my job to take him down, you are the one who needs to back down!"

  "Valentina." He starts, using her first name for the first time. "How do you think I acquired all of that?" Nathaniel asked, showing the pile of documents.

  "You have money, I thought you bribed people and employed a private detective to help you."

  "No, I told you I was going to hunt and I did. None of the names in these files sound familiar to you?"

  Frowning, she picked the files again and started reading the
names and found out that yes, these were familiar. In fact, she read them not too long ago on TV.

  "Wait! All these people were killed today by the Cosa… it was not the Cosa Nostra, was it?" She realized, looking at him.

  "I'm afraid not. You know when you cooperate with a terrorist organization who make IEDs to bomb soldiers and innocent civilians, you become a terrorist by association. I did what I had to do to find out where my grandfather is located. I do not have a big family to start with, I can't risk losing one of them." Nathaniel said, looking at her intently.

  "But you can't do that! There is a proper way to do things in this country! We could have arrested these cops, interrogate them and have justice! What you did is the work of a vigilante! I can't be associated with that!" She shouted, getting to her feet.

  "And how long would that have taken? How long before you would have realized that the head of the Police is the leader of that network? My grandfather has one day and a half left before his kidnapper is supposed to receive the money that I will not give to them. After that, they will torture him and kill him. Kill him Valentina! What would you do if you were in my position? What would you do if it was your own father that was taken or any member of your family?" He shouted back following her.

  "That's not the question and this is not about me!"

  "I'm making it about you! Now answer the question! What would you do if the situation were reversed?" He yelled.

  "I don't know, okay! I don't know! I'm not cut for that kind of situation!" She yells back.

  "This is the difference between us." Nathaniel said, his voice calm again. "I am. I will do anything to keep my people and my family safe, anything. If you can't handle that, you can leave right now, I will pay you for your time and this would be it. Or you can keep working for me and help me make things right. This is your choice."

  "I can't stay here. I need to leave." She said, taking her purse and leaving the hotel room, Nathaniel not making a move to stop her. She needed to make her own choice and he had already told her everything he wanted to say, the rest was on her.