*Bzzzt*
Bunny looked at his wristphone and tapped the button on the side. The 'phone clicked open. On the display, a familiar face appeared.
"Hello Bunny." the man on the display said.
"Hello Kitty." Bunny repied in the usual way.
He immediately noticed something was wrong though. The cold killer never looked that stressed.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Trev's in big problems. I sent the coordinates, you just get him the hell outta there, OK? He'll handle the business side."
The display turned black.
"Frag!" Bunny cursed while closing his wristphone. Trevor in big trouble.. that was bad. And apparently Kitty was too far away to help his boss.
A trap. Bunny thought, while running to the underground car park of his appartment. It was obvious to him what had happened. Trevor walked into some kind of trap, without his bodyguard Kitty around, and with a single push on his wristphone he had sent Kitty an automated call for help, with included GPS coordinates.
Bunny opened the door of the small van, dropped into the driver's seat, fastened his seat belt and plugged in, the car interfacing directly with his brain. A split-second later the onboard computer had translated the GPS position to an address, and gave a few route suggestions with time estimates calculated from traffic reports.
Bunny sighed. "All right, let's get this over with."
The car park exit opened quickly when he approached, and closed just as fast after he was through. The car park made the appartment a lot less cheap, but it was definitely worth it to Bunny.
***
Exactly four minutes and twenty-six seconds later, Bunny arrived at the GPS loation. He saw a man dressed in grey, escorted by four men carrying light machineguns. The van's small camera zoomed in on the faces. The man in grey was Trevor all right, but Bunny didn't recognise any of the men around him.
Prisoner escort / execution squad he quickly concluded. He immediately had a plan in his mind, and executed it.
***
Trevor looked up when he heard the sound of the approaching van.
"What the frag now?" he mumbled. The van was heading straight at him.
The men 'escorting' him had noticed the van too though, and quickly jumped out of its path.
"Shoot!" one of them yelled. They aimed at the van and started shooting.
Just then, the van changed direction, aiming straight at the three goons now standing at Trevor's right side.
When the side door of the van slid open Trevor quickly realized what was going on. He grabbed the handle attached to the inside of the van's roof and swinged inside.
"Clear!" he yelled. The van door closed immediately.
For a few seconds, it was quiet in the van, while Bunny was getting as far away from the place as possible.
"Kitty couldn't make it, so he called me." Bunny said after a while.
"Thanks." Trevor replied. "You'll get compensated. Expect a bonus on the usual fee."
"Thank you, sir. You gotta be more careful though. Why wasn't Kitty with you?"
"I gave him a few days off." Trevor replied. "He had some personal problems. The new kid... well, he just wasn't good enough, it seems."
"Damn man. Sucks to lose a new bodyguard."
Bunny knew Trevor had liked the 'new guy'... it was all in the way they talked. If he had said 'the kid wasn't up for the job', it meant the guy chickened out and was killed, maybe even by Trevor himself. If he'd said he was 'bad', it meant a double-cross. Bunny was used to the way these guys talked, and never needed much words to understand them.
"So, where to now?" Bunny asked.
"Kitty's place. He isn't home, but I'll be OK from there."
"Roger that, sir." Bunny said, and followed one of the route suggestions on his nav-computer.