As Saki turned the corner of the guesthouse, he saw two men disappear into the women’s room. He sped up and entered the room just as the Blackjack was making its deadly trajectory towards Rachel.
Sensing some movement behind her, Rachel turned to see what was happening. As she turned, she instinctively flinched. The Blackjack, which should have killed her, missed its spot just grazing her forehead. Her chair toppled and she fell to the floor. Although relatively unharmed, she was dazed and as far as Delta was concerned, she would be dead before she knew what had hit her. Although a gun would have been easier, the Blackjack offered a ‘clean’ bloodless kill.
When Saki entered the room, he evaluated the situation instantly. There were two threats, both lethal. From the intruders’ movements, he deduced that their only intention was to kill the girls. He calculated what was required and sending signals to individual muscles in his body, he began the movements needed to eliminate the danger. Nobody was better than Saki. Even on Penaraja, he was the best.
Charlie made his way silently to the bed. He had heard the commotion behind him as Delta failed to deal with the woman. The sleeping mass, whom Charlie assumed was Donald, would be easy to deal with as he remained sound asleep. Charlie raised his Blackjack and, as he swung the weapon towards his target, Saki had already begun his silent assault. The first kick landed in the small of Charlie’s back, arching him backwards and dispatching the Blackjack over his head and away from the sleeping Tylanni. A punch landed a micro second later, sending Charlie into the full force of Saki’s kick. The timing was perfect, the force of Saki’s double impact manoeuvre shattered Charlie’s spine, killing him instantly.
Delta had hardly moved. He had noticed the sudden movements out of the corner of his eye but such was Saki’s speed, he did not appreciate what was happening until he heard the sickening snap of Charlie’s spine.
As Charlie fell to the floor, Saki was ready to eliminate the second threat. A roundhouse flip propelled him quickly and quietly across the room towards Delta. As he prepared to land, he threw out his trailing leg and unleashed an almighty kick catching Delta in the solar plexus, propelling him ten feet backwards. Delta smashed against the wall and fell to the floor, already dead. The force had been equivalent to that of a train hitting Delta at full speed, his internal organs exploding from the force of the strike.
Donald burst into the room, having heard the almighty bang as Delta hit the wall.
“What the hell?” he shouted as he entered, surveying the room. “Oh my God, is everyone OK? Rachel, are you OK?” he shouted as he rushed to her side.
“I’m fine, not really sure what happened. Not sure I’ll ever know, it all happened so quickly,” she said, looking at Saki.
“WATCH OUT!!!” Donald screamed, diving towards the window.