Troy groaned in pain as he was stitched up. A long string of curses fell from his lips as he lay in the bed in the German Hotel staring up at the ceiling as one of his men tried to stitch him up.
"Where's Tracy?" Troy asked through gritted teeth, the question coming out in a painful breath of air. Then while he waited for an answer he blocked out the pain, well as much as he could. This wasn't the worst pain he had felt, but god it hurt. Troy was done with pain. He was so fed up with Clark's stabbing him in the back, and literally stabbing him in the stomach. Instead, he tried to focus on his daughter. He knew she had run off, and they had to find her. Again. He had to explain. Troy had to explain what he had said. The lie he had told Madison, about Tracy. About Alicia.
It wasn't true, of course, it wasn't. But Troy needed Madison to hesitate, to flinch, to blink. Troy knew he was going to kill her, he wasn't stupid but Troy had used the lie to get the upper hand. It had worked, the hit Madison dealt him wasn't fatal, but it still wasn't good and Tracy had run off. Troy had to find her before someone else did.
"Russell!" Troy snapped staring at his friend, and Ruseel swallowed, "We can't find her."
"Send out more men." Troy let out a soft pant and looked down as the medic stitched him up, "I'll join you as soon as I can." He looked back at Russell, "now!" He yelled.