Chapter 3

Kazan was so angry he dropped his sword and ran full on at the small man who had given the order to kill his brother. He was tackled from behind by another large man in a tux. He felt a gun pressed into his back and he heard the words, 

"Don't move or you die," coming from the man pinning him to the unforgiving dirt.

Kazan then felt a hard blow to his head and everything went black.

When he woke up, he was in a dark room. There were no windows, but he saw the faint outline of a door in the wall in front of him. His head felt like it was going to shatter if he moved. He took a deep breath and screamed. He ran at the door like a mad bull with rabies. He nailed it with his shoulder, but it didn't budge. He started banging on it with his fists, he yelled, he raved, but the door wouldn't move. They had killed his brother and they were going to pay! He had lost his brother once when he thought he was killed in the war when Kazan was 19 and then he found him again only to have him killed. 

"You will pay!" he screamed at whoever was listening. 

"Quiet down in there," a guard ordered from outside the door.

But that just made him even more angry. He kept trying to get out for several minutes until he finally fell back exhausted. His fists were bleeding and he still had a horrible headache. He fell asleep still thinking about his hate of that small man in the gray suit. 

When Kazan woke up, his stomach was rumbling and grumbling from hunger. He saw a plate on the ground next to him. He gobbled it up without even paying attention to what it was. He then put his attention on escaping. The walls were made of metal, the floor of stone. the door was wood but he knew there was a guard out there. Windows were nonexistent, and the ceiling was metal as well. 

"Oh my head," Kazan groaned. 

He wobbled over to the door and leaned against it. Suddenly he was falling, he heard a bang, a thump, a cry and a crash and then he hit the ground. When he got up he saw he was outside the cell and the guard was lying on the ground. Kazan couldn't believe his luck. When they brought in the food they must have left the door open. Kazan almost laughed, the highest security cell in the entire world and it was thwarted by one single forgetful person. He grabbed the gun from the guard and took off down the passageway. The walls were made of solid rock. Kazan guessed it was five feet thick. He heard muttering from beyond the turn of the corridor,

"... Might as well kill him... boss says... tonight."

He ducked into a nearby room and shrunk into a dark corner immediately becoming almost invisible. He heard a noise to his right and looked over. Standing there with his back to Kazan was the bodyguard who had killed his brother. In his hand were three sticks of dynamite. He was also looking at all kinds of explosives. Grenades, more dynamite, and missiles. Kazan grabbed a medium sized rock off of the ground and hurled it at the large man in a black tuxedo. It hit him in he back of the head and he fell down unconscious. Kazan snuck over to the weapons and took a look. There was enough explosives there to blow up the entire building he was in. 

Should Kazan commit suicide and also blow up the entire establishment and get revenge that way, or try to kill the man without blowing everything up and dying.