Adien stood in the middle of the pitch black warehouse and listened to the pounding of his blood flowing through his veins. Even though he couldn't see anything, he knew exactly where the traitor was hiding. His scent could be smelt from a mile away. It was a smell that stuck in the back of your throat, gagging you, and it made your stomach protest. It smelt of old death. Rotting, dead meat.

Adien supressed a shudder and followed the stink. He weaved around barrols of gunk that stuck to the bottom of his shoes and made his nose wrinkle up in disgust. It was some kind of waste plant that the little bugger had led him to. Adien smiled grimly and stepped over what must have been poles. They were rusted from years of being left in an abandoned warehouse.

A shrill sound suddenly echoed through the vast empty building and Adien froze. It went off again and he cursed beneath his breath and dug his cellphone out of his pocket before it could sound into the night. He flipped it open and noticed the apostate had chanced his direction, heading towards the back part of the building instead of the side.

"Hello?" he asked in a gruff voice, irritation plain in his voice.

"You have until Midnight, Aiden," a deep, cold voice replied on the other end of the mechanical device, "don't fail me this time," his boss, Craven growled menacingly, then the phone went dead.

Adien cursed again and shoved the phone into his pocket. His blood ran cold when a high wail of pain echoed through the warehouse. oh dear god. The nutcase has gotten a hold of a hostage, but how? Adien asked himself as he started to jog through the blackness of the building.

He stumbled over something and gritted his teeth when something cut deeply into his bicep, cutting flesh away. Just then a cool breeze washed over him and he knew how the bastard had gotten hold of a girl. He had found the way out.