"What do you want?" O'Connell asked him in horror even though he was quiet sure the man was in no mood to reply him.

In response the man said nothing but ran straight at him. O'Connell tried to scream but found himself trying to duck from the knife's range. For a second he was sure the knife soon would be planted somewhere in his body. At the moment O'Connell understood how coward he was because neither could he escape nor could fight. The bar – fight seemed to have taken a serious turn at the moment.

O'Connell ducked for the second time and took the simple way of avoiding any injury on himself. He punted him hard on side of his head and heard it crack.

But still the man hadn’t got off his feet. Seeing the condition somewhat equalized he opened the door and then slammed it on the attacker's face. He dropped the knife and put his hand on door's frame in pain. Showing no mercy, O'Connell slammed the door back again. The door and the frame literally cut his couple of fingers in two as if they were being chopped from Guillotine Drop.

When O'Connell had risen up by holding the long knife, the attacker stunned him with an unforeseen low blow. He felt extreme agony convert into sudden numbness between his legs. He had no idea if something used to be there or not.

O'Connell found himself clothesline the man. Then, even in pain, realized the knife was still in his firm grip. The man tried to rise up. He straight away threw himself along with knife pointed right at him. Both of them crashed inside the narrow bathroom. As the man's head hit on porcelain toilet seat, O'Connell heard bizarre sound of metal piercing flesh.

O'Connell rolled his eyeballs down on the floor to discover blood, which wasn’t his, and when his eyes rolled back to the attacker then he discovered nothing but an agonized face looking at him. Eyes had turned bloodshot and his failed attempts to breathe made O'Connell look down at the knife which had gone through his chest and almost had come from the other side.

O'Connell turned insane, for a while, as soon as he got to his feet and began wildly stomping in the knife even though he knew the attacker was already dead. He kept stomping until the knife's blade had disappeared in the man's body until just black plastic hilt was visible.

With the numbness, his desire to urinate had also disappeared. He sensed warmth in his pants passing down from between his legs. He was relieved to find out it was not blood. He had pissed in his pants by the blow below his belt he had suffered earlier.

Before he could run he heard tramps coming towards the bathroom in very fast pace. He looked down at the corpse and saw someone look from the open door at him.

For his relief, he was nobody but Raymond. He looked as bewildered as him. First he looked at the corpse and rolled his eyes up to O'Connell and his wet pant.

It didn’t look like Raymond was displeased with the act. He looked more relieved by the death along with the view of O'Connell still standing with head on his shoulders. He saw O'Connell grab his crotch, "Now what?" he groaned in pain.

"Oh lad! I'm afraid because they've already tracked you. God Almighty! We're late." Raymond spoke in utter disbelief. O'Connell didn’t know how to react with pain in his genitals. The attacker was a Redman – an agent of Aitóuntes society. He could see Raymond inch towards the body and look at the knife half buried inside the body.

"He's a Redman. Jesus! I can't believe they already know you’re here. My Jesus!" Raymond spoke by touching a small metallic badge on Redman's chest carved R, "You must displace something right now!"

"What about the body? We can't leave it like this –"

"Screw the body. You're leaving this pub right now! And then you'll possess the asset. You were lucky because I found it suspicious whenyou were taking a long time here –"

"Give it to me then, whatever the asset is."

"You're wrong…the asset isn’t with me. It's somewhere else. And tragically, some Redmen already have idea where you are and where you can be." Raymond bewared him.