17 Oxford Hotel (1/2)

The homeless people watch the scene plays out, not uttering a word. Each of them probably have died a dozen times or so, but only me and Halle would know.

She is forced to witness those she considers her friend and family killed in some of the most gruesome way imaginable, over and over again to the point of near insanity.

She will not able to look at them without recalling the tormenting memory.

That is a her punishment.

I suppose it is enough.

I could theoretically break her mind if I keep going, but what would that give me.

Nothing really. I rather not do thing pointlessly.

There is no enjoyment in massacring these defenceless people anymore.

”The thing you have stolen from me?”

I demand. It isn't about the money. It is the principle.

Halle shakenly hands my wallet over. How she managed to take it, is still beyond me. I believe she has help. I wonder who that second suspect is. The little girl is currently too young to be identified, but I think she might be an accomplice.

Probably the guy keeps bumping into me as well.

But one thing at a time.

I have a look inside my wallet, checking the photo of my daughter first. Antigone is sleeping peacefully back home, in her room. I just check the video feed.

All the identity cards come next. Remaking these isn't that difficult, but it is a pain, considering Hydra and Shield has to issue a new security card to all of their members and underlings.

When the cards are all there, I pocket the wallet and eye the woman.

I recall seeing her in John Wick Chapter 3.

Halle was quite a good actress. She probably is, in this new timeline.

I also faintly remember her role in the X-men franchise. I think she plays one of the mutants in the first few movies.

Selene confirms my memory.

Halle plays the mutant Storm.

Since Terra Entertainment requires a slave actress to star in all my movies, I suppose she will do. I will grab a few more actor and actresses later.

I already have a few in mind.

”I think you still owe me $2000 dollar. Where is it?”

I ask. The money means nothing to me.

”I... I...”

Halle mutters and leers briefly at the homeless people. She has used some of it to buy something for everyone. It isn't much, but it would fill their stomach tonight.

The rest are divided amongst the accomplices.

Halle didn't know their names, so I didn't press the matter.

”Regardless. It is not your money to spend. I will have you pay it back to me in full one way or another. Come with me.”

I turn around and begin walking.

Halle has no choice but to follow. She tells her friends and family to not worry. She will not be gone long.

I call for a taxi and tell her to get inside.

”Where are we going...?”

Halle asks once I get into the taxi with her.

”Oxford Hotel.”

I answer her and telling the taxi driver simultaneously.