How to kill a Vampire (Rewriting Third Draft)

Prologue- Part II- Millions matters, you know?

I bent down and whispered into his ear as I knew he had worn an ear piece from Dante, "You should have never messed with me, brother."

Alex looked at me, anger and pain mixing on his face in a swirl but soon his eyes became dull with his last breath. 

"Hey, you really need to come out now, I can see Marco's help is coming and you don't have enough grenades or bullets to kill 'em all," Dyson said through our connector. He had always been smart enough to inform me beforehand. That always gave me enough time to replan my exit.

Even if it was a risk to go further, I couldn't leave without the documents. It wasn't easy to get Marco as we were tracking him for at least a few months now. And now that I had the opportunity to have him, I couldn't possibly let him get away. 

"I'm going in," I announced while moving forward.

"What the fuck! Are you out of your mind?"

"No...I just can't let him get away, I need those goddamn documents. In case, you forgot but we were paid to get whatever fuck is going on here."

"You'll only get yourself killed. Just get out of there right now B. W., Or I'll just leave you," Dyson threatened.

B. W. aka Black Widow. Unfortunately, in my case it's Biella Wolniakowski. As much as I wanted to be like her but she is a fictional character.

A bullet hit the wall behind me, an announcement for me to concentrate if I didn't want my arse wiped out clean with bullets.

I cut the crap and stepped further to hide myself behind the wall while I told Dyson to wait.

He was in a van waiting for me in one and a half km radius. As I peeked, they fired at me.

I waited until they were out of ammos and then it was my turn. I cut through each of them while the floor of the corridors were painted in crimson colour.

Moving forward, it I reached the big metal door.

"How do we open this?"

"I'm doing it! But it's changed again." He added, "Ah! There you go. 5.7.A.5.6.B."

I entered after the door opened and saw Marco standing with a gun pointed at me with his rigid body and shaky hands.

Behind him, his desk was a mess with uncountable documents and the room was finely decorated with bookshelves. However, the dust took final residence on them.

"Do you really think that you could kill me with this little pen*s?" I asked taking out my swords and entered through the door which closed behind my back. 

"Jeez, you should really work on your mouth," Dyson remarked.

"Will you just shut up, Spider?" I whispered to him through the connector while continuing to interrogate my hostage, "So, where are the documents, Marco?"

His breathing was ragged and he gulped while his hands shook under the trigger. I smirked.

He couldn't even aim.

He was so scared that his pupils moved, oblivious to the fact that it gave me a hint. I knew he didn't want to, fear made his eyes act without his consent. A fraction of second, and it was enough for me to find out where it was.

Now it was time to kill him and my mission would be accomplished.

"Do-don't kill me. I'll give you one million dollars," He said, his voice was breaking. 

"But the person who wants you dead gave us four million." 

He furrowed his brows and gulped. Surely, something was brewing in that skull.