Zach's POV.
PART. 1.
At the same time.
I turned my phone of for the day. I couldn't afford to be distracted by anything. The only person that knew where I was, was Cain.
That was only in case of an emergency.
I was heading towards the outskirts of the city. The slums, to one of the abandoned warehouses there that was currently being used by James Williams.
After many a night scouting and researching, I was able to find out where the weapons were being held. They were held in the same place that they were being sold at.
Clearly, he wasn't that smart of a man to do both at the same place.
Anyways I moved through at a painfully slow pace. Sneaking about with camera in hand to get the evidence of the weapons and deals going down.
As I neared the building in question, I could hear a lot more voices than normal and the front area was filled with black colored cars. Sedans and SUVs mostly.
"Shit there are a lot more people than I thought." I mumbled under my breath.
However, I was never one to shy away from a challenge. My nickname in the military had to do with stealth for a reason.
Though I am not at liberty to reveal said name as I am still in the military.
"Hey man why do we have to come to the shits man."
"Shh Don't let the boss hear you. Don't ask questions, just do your job."
The two guards that were at the front door were having a conversation, more like complaining.
I needed to get inside, and these poor souls chose the wrong company to work for.
'So sorry guys.' I thought as I took my combat knife out from its sheath on my thigh.
With quick practiced movements I silently thrusted the end of my knife into the back of the neck of the first guard.
Ending his life in a flash. He didn't even have a chance to scream before I pulled my knife out causing his body to fall to the floor.
Without missing a beat i lunged out to the second guard who had just registered that I was there, and that his buddy was now dead.
"Intru-."
He started to call out for his friends, however I was faster.
I slashed at his throat instantly cutting it open. He gripped his throat trying to stop the torrent of blood from gushing out.
It was pointless he should be dead in a few long seconds.
I looked down at him without a spec of remorse, he in turn looked up at me with fear and hatred flaring in his eyes.
I moved his friend's body into the bushed and by the time I came back he was now dead. Not wasting any time, I hid his body as well.
Without looking back at my handiwork, I made my way over to the door that they were guarding and slowly opened it. Being as silent as possible.
It was time for part two of my infiltration.
I was inside now.