Laura 01 The Jaguar Prophecy Read Online Free Page A

hand out until it touches the bathroom door. He lets his hand slide gently across the door, searching for the door knob. Feeling the familiar round shape of the door knob, Victor gently starts to turn the knob, careful not to make any sound. He has turned the knob halfway, and then stops, slowly letting the knob turn back.
    What was that? Did someone just sneeze in the bathroom, or is it just paranoia? It could be Laura still freshening up, or a second attacker, what now? If he opens the door and the light is on inside, it can expose him and give the attacker an advantage. Only one option left, wait.
    Victor hopes the attacker will get tired and decide it is not worth it and leave, but knows it is probably not going to happen as the person had the chance to leave without being seen or being followed. Clearly the person wants him dead and out of the way. But where is Laura, what has happened to her?
    Did Laura leave before the person entered the cabin? Or is she still in the bathroom and the attacker was caught by surprise before he could get to her? Maybe they abducted Laura to interrogate her for the location of the disc, and this person was left here to tie up loose ends? No, what if they had already interrogated Laura in the room and left her body in the bathroom. Was the sound maybe her dying, pleading for help?
    Victor clenches his fists, his eyes go narrow and his lips curl up. He has to use every bit of rational thought to stop him from rushing forward, seeking the man and ripping his heart out.
    Laura must be protected at all costs, but why, he does not even know her, why risk his life for her? No, it is absurd, he does not care about her, or is he kidding himself, is he falling for her?
    Victor moves slowly inch by inch from the end of the bed towards the desk. If he can get to the middle of the space between the end of the bed and the desk, then he will have more options when he and the attacker make contact again. It takes Victor five minutes of inching, listening, inching and listening, before he is in position. Crouching down, he makes himself ready. The attacker cannot use a gun as the sound will attract attention, and fitting a silencer will give away his position. Victor’s heart takes a few leaps when he realizes that the attacker could already have a silencer fitted to his gun.
    Will he shoot blindly in the hope of hitting Victor if he thinks he knows where Victor is? Time seems to come to a halt. Two killers in a room, complete darkness, only one will live to tell the tale. The slightest mistake will alert the other to his position.
    Victor calms his breathing and concentrates on his feelings and instinct while keeping his eyes closed. Having one’s eyes open in complete darkness can cause one to see things that are not actually there, distractions.
    Victor’s training takes over, being an expert killer is not about the killing, it is about staying alive longer than all the rest. He remembers some of his training, standing blindfolded, having to block blows directed at him at random. At first he could not block any, but after months of training he could block any blow, from any direction.
    He is getting uncomfortable, his muscles complaining about sitting in a crouched position for so long without moving. However, he does not dare move, for every sound is a potential give away, a mistake that could cost him his life.
    What was that? Someone is close, very close. One can sense it in the air, as if the atmosphere is electrically charged. The assassin is getting closer and closer. Victor closes his fists and readies himself for an attack. The attacker is inching closer, taking extreme care, a professional. If I can detect him, then he will be able to detect me, is he getting ready for the kill? Who will live and who will die now only relies on speed, killer instinct, and training.
    Victor suddenly feels body heat, only inches in front of him. Rhythmic faint breathing comes from above, slow and deep. The