No one saw what was coming. And there was no time to scream
Luca lunged at them with his knives, melted into the shadows, and slaughtered his enemies one by one.
As for Blanco, he was taking men down with incredible force, then dragging them toward the trees. One bite to the neck was enough to end the life of anyone who got close.
He always attacked quickly—striking the heel first to make his target fall and lose balance, then tearing their neck apart with a deadly bite.
One of the watchers couldn't bear the scene. He tried to run away, trembling, and raised his phone to call Kazimir for help.
But Blanco didn't give him the chance. He leapt onto him, brought him down, and the phone slipped from his hand.
The man ran toward the car, trying to escape, and locked the doors from the inside.
Luca shouted:
– Blanco! Where did you go?!
Then he noticed the car and focused his gaze… He pulled out his gun and fired two precise shots at the tires.
The car veered and crashed into a tree in the middle of the forest.
Luca smirked sarcastically:
– Wow… I didn't know I was such a good shot.
The man was dazed inside the car, tried to escape… but retreated back inside when he saw Blanco slowly approaching.
Luca walked up to the door and said mockingly as he knocked:
– Открой дверь... давай, открой её
(Open the door… come on, open it.)
The man inside, stunned:
– Damn it… how did he know about us?!
Then he replied in Polish, begging:
– No… no, please, don't kill me…
Luca opened the door with skill. The man clung to it from the inside.
Luca (coldly):
– Damn coward… I swear, if I fail my mission today, I'll kill you.
He grabbed him by the neck, then asked in a low, chilling voice:
– Кто тебя послал?
(Who sent you?)
The man kept pretending not to understand. But Luca wasn't in the mood for games.
He slid the knife under his jaw and pressed slowly.
The man screamed:
– Извините! Извините!
(I'm sorry! I'm sorry!)
Luca:
– Who sent you?
The man, with a trembling voice:
– Rafal… yes, it was Mr. Rafal.
Luca:
– And why?
– He said he just… wanted to get rid of you.
Luca paused, recalling something, then asked:
– Were you here last night?
The man:
– No, no… we only join missions like this… we don't show up often.
Suddenly, a phone inside the car rang.
Luca smiled:
– A special mission, huh… Answer the phone, let's see who's calling.
The man tried to reach for the phone, but Luca's angry gaze froze him.
The man (pleading):
– Please, don't kill me…
Luca:
– Then… tell your boss you completed the mission.
The man answered the call.
Kazimir's voice came from the other end, in Russian:
– Yes? Is it done?
The man (trembling):
– Yes, sir… we took down the group, and their leader is with us.
Luca (muttering):
– Really? They're trying to capture Mikael? Wonderful…
Kazimir:
– Are you sure?… Keep him alive… and leave no evidence. I don't want Rafal to find out.
The man:
– Yes, yes…
Luca:
– Hang up.
Then he leaned in and asked:
– And now, sir… do you have any last words?
The man, stammering:
– Sorry, sorry… it was Kazimir, he told me to mention Rafal's name.
Luca:
– Kazimir… I know that name…
He paused, then muttered:
– Hmm… Kazimir… isn't that "лиса (lisa)"? (meaning fox in Russian?)
The man quickly:
– Yes, yes he is!
Luca had what he needed. He no longer needed the man.
He leaned in and said with a cold smile:
– Now I must let you go…
The man, gratefully:
– Yes, please… let me go!
Luca:
– Alright.
Then suddenly, he drove the knife into the side of his neck, slitting his throat forward and cutting his windpipe.
His breath stopped in a second.
Luca turned to Blanco and whispered:
– What's next, my friend…...?
Around seven o'clock in the evening, Magda returned.
Her face was extremely pale, and her eyes were hollow—sad and lost. We all approached her, except for Mir, who looked furious, as if she didn't want to see her at all. Magda walked into her office, while I whispered to myself:
If only I knew the future… I'd know what to do.
Szymon followed her.
He tried to talk to her, stopped her with a pleading look, held her hands, and begged her to tell him where Zuzanna was. But she pushed him away harshly—he fell to the ground, and she slammed the door in his face.
Szymon stood in front of the door, pounding it violently, and screamed in pain, anger, and despair:
— "Where's my sister?! Where is she?!"
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Inside the office — Flashback:
In the hotel, Magda entered one of the rooms. She rushed toward Henryk, checking on him:
— "Are you okay? Henryk, are you hurt?! You should've called me first..."
Rafal clapped mockingly:
— "Wow, how romantic! So you're Madam Magda… A pleasure to meet you. I've heard a lot about you. You do your job well, but what went wrong this time, madam?"
Magda, trembling. She knew instantly—it was Mr. Rafal.
— "Sir… I'm sorry. It was my mistake. I should have told him to come to you directly. Please forgive his ignorance."
Rafal smiled wickedly:
— "So we have an agreement. The girl will stay with us… for a better future."
Magda did nothing. She was completely submissive.
As for Mr. Henryk, his face showed clear disapproval of what was happening.
He tried to intervene, but Magda stopped him:
— "Please take good care of her, sir."
Rafal replied coldly:
— "Of course."
Then, with a vulgar look:
— "You may both leave now."
Magda grabbed Henryk's hand to pull him away, despite his resistance.
Rafal interrupted:
— "By the way, I recognize this kind of emotion… The girl must remind you of your daughter, Ada. Yes, that's what I think."
Henryk froze, and fear took over his face.
— "That girl is hardworking, a biologist… What a surprise! But she should've worked for her country instead of settling in Germany."
(It was a veiled threat.)
Henryk stormed out, shoving Magda aside. He left, furious… He had always warned her about dealing with those people.
Magda said softly:
— "I'm sorry… I'm sorry, my dear."
Kazimir was there. He suddenly stood up, and Rafal intervened:
— "Where are you going?"
Kazimir replied:
— "Do you still need the lady?"
— "Sit down, please… I said sit. They won't do anything."
(It was clear Kazimir wanted to get rid of them.)
— End of flashback.
Szymon enraged Mir. She approached him, grabbed his shoulder, and slapped him.
His gaze was lethal… a mixture of helplessness and defiance.
Then he shouted again:
— "Where is my sister?!"
Mir decided to punish him. She grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the storage room to lock him inside.
His screams echoed through the orphanage, chaos spread:
Crying, yelling, panic… it was like a revolt.
Filip intervened, furious:
— "Where are you taking him?! What are you doing, Mir?!"
He pushed her hand away from Szymon, then grabbed her other hand and freed his arm.
Mir tried to slap him, but he caught her hand.
Suddenly, she jumped on him and choked him with both hands.
In a burst of emotion, Szymon bit her leg… a bite full of years of rage.
She screamed and pushed him away. Chaos had reached its peak.
Magda rushed out of her office, alarmed:
— "What's going on here?!"
She saw the scene:
Mir on the floor, holding her leg, and Szymon standing, breathing heavily, furious.
Magda grabbed a stick and moved to strike him… but some of the children stood in front of him to protect him.
I watched the scene from afar, silently...
Magda shouted:
— "You little brats! What's wrong with you?!"
Szymon replied:
— "No, you're the brats! As if we're slaves! Every day, one of us disappears, and every time, you ignore it! Tell me, where is Zuzanna?!"
Magda answered nervously:
— "I told you, she's far from here. And she's safe."
— "Liar!" screamed Szymon.
She raised the stick to strike him, but it hit Filip instead—he stumbled.
Szymon screamed:
— "Damn you! You know what happened to all of them! You handed them to death with your own hands! Jan… If he were alive, he would be disgusted by you! You're no mother, no aunt… you're a demon!"
Magda said with a trembling voice:
— "You bastard… how dare you speak about my dear Jan like that?!"
Szymon said, with the coldness of someone who knows the truth:
— "Because you should know… he too fell into your trap. Maybe he was killed because of you… and buried far away."
She stepped toward him, eyes blazing:
— "What did you say? How do you know that? Was it you…?!"
He replied:
— "No, I didn't kill him… but I was there. The killer was Bach, that criminal who keeps visiting you."
Magda screamed:
— "What are you talking about?!"
— "Bach killed him. Dragged him while he was bleeding… I saw it with my own eyes. His eyes fluttering slowly… Yes, Bach did it."
Magda collapsed to the ground, as if a hammer had struck her head.
She grabbed Szymon's neck violently, but he cried:
— "I'm not lying! I'm the witness! I was there… I saw him strike his head. His blood is here… and his gaze, here— in my mind… and in my heart."
She let go and fell, powerless.
She remembered the investigator's words:
"Maybe the head blow was fatal… the body stiffened before being thrown into the mud..."
The shock stripped her of all feeling.
In the middle of the chaos, Mir stood still—as if nothing had happened.
She mocked:
— "Did you really believe this liar? How pathetic."
Magda, lost in her thoughts, didn't respond.
Everyone froze in place.
But Mir stepped forward, grabbed Szymon again, and threw him into the storage room.
Magda stood slowly, everyone watching her.
She gave a strange smile and said:
— " well…....."
Then went into her office and closed the door.
Lina and I went to help Filip get up.
He was disoriented—from the blow, and from what he had heard.
Mir pushed the children into a corner as if they were a herd of sheep.
I was sure…
Szymon wouldn't stay there for long....