Viktor waved his arm in a clean, effortless downward motion. Whoosh; the sound sliced the air. The top of the club sparkled like stars in the night sky, as though with energy born from the swift movement. Viktor was visibly appreciative of the weapon. He brought the club to lay across his palm. Sighing, he walked across to Nikolai.
The boy's puffy eyes and red nose were marked signs that he had been crying. Viktor spoke resoundingly in his native language. "You see this club. I'm going to find the man who took your mother, and I'm going to use this club to beat him within an inch of his life…" He looked down, dead straight into the boy's unwavering stare. "Then I'm going to kill him." The exchange seemed to cheer Nikolai up, because a slow smile dared to grace his lips.
"Fantastic," Grigori thought, pulling out his ringing cell phone. "At least they seem to speak each other's language."
"I trust the club is to your liking." Brighton would rather take his leave now and make an early flight out of the country. This stop was one of four for the evening, his obligation to the Maxcks were purely sentimental.
"Ah yes, heavier than I am used to…" Viktor kept admiring his piece.
"That may be 'cause of the added inner component you requested." Brighton pointed at the weapon in Viktor's hand. "Dead center, as per your instructions."
"Hmm…" Viktor folded his arms. Still holding the weapon, he brought his other hand upward to stroke his chin using his thumb and index finger. "Brighton…" He paused. "After this…we need to have a word."
"Viktor," Grigori addressed him from behind. "That was your master interrogator. He is stuck on the highway, he will be another twenty minutes. Brian is just now drawing that symbol you're so fond of on the roof top, and Kelly should make it in time for the transportation ritual…"
"We have no time," Viktor said decisively. Lincoln was probably on his way to Audrianna now, the epic Lincoln Huntington was sure not to wait for backup, thought Viktor. Aside from the urgency of the matter of his wife's kidnapping, Viktor was not yet sure if she was being held for ransom or for another reason altogether too sinister to comprehend.
"I'll protect you."
His boastful words came back to haunt him now; he closed his eyes to the vivid memory. "Marry me, I'll protect you." He had promised her.
Viktor walked over to the long window, surveying the black man on the roof of the other building. He was barely out of sight, using the paintbrush in his hand to quickly fashion the Star of David on the roof. "Spare me…" Viktor breathed. He extended his arm in a swooping arc; Hell's Embrace glowed, emitting a soft hum. "I'll grab Kelly - Darksmith, how good are you tactically, in the field?"