Walking like I rule the world, I walked past the people when we entered the port; they all stood, bowed, and nodded with us. As a leader and manager of a team, I can't let out any emotion that could risk me, which is good on my part because I can let out the real me. I heard Dane sigh and play with the lighter in his hands.
Bottles, guns, deck cards, and ashtrays were placed on the table. Some light bulbs light up the dark place, and the big guy behind us walks us through the office. The port looked like a criminal office station, but at least this is what we needed to pretend to play with the killer.
Some guys on our team were giving us a secret message using their eyes. I looked at them and raised my hand, rubbed the back of my neck, and showed one of my fingers. The boy turned his eyes to the guy who has a tattoo on his head and looked at me with dangerous eyes. I closed my eyes and shook my head slightly. He smirked and turned his back on me.
I looked at Dane, who was also watching me. I gave him a raised brow, and he just smirked. Knowing that I know he has the idea, indicating that he will manage the team while I'm on the field,
Thinking about those bastards made my blood boil, and my mood went bad. Should I burn them alive? or cut off their dick? or beheaded? stab them? What's the best choice? hmm... let me think.
Dane opened the door to the dark side of the port, and we entered. The guy stayed outside of the door, and we met the murderer's eyes, Trace. He was sitting on the chair, and his slitted hair came into view. He looked at me from head to toe, like what Dane did to me, and I'm so done with it. Judging me with those blazing black eyes
"You have a nice tattoo, as I could see," he said when he was done checking me out.
"As if you didn't see it long enough, Trace," I said boredly at the topic he wanted to open up. I grimaced on my stand as I heard Dane's low chuckle. He enjoys it.
"Well those years you had a few, now you've got a lot." pertaining to my Arabic numeral tattoo on my fingers.
"Is that bad?" I asked, putting a sarcastic tone in my voice.
"No, you looked fine. The bad boy looked. Damn girls would be drooling at you, fucker." He said he was proud of it.
"I like them," I said about my tattoos. "And I don't have time to please some girls, Trace. I have Ivy." He mentally rolled his eyes like a teenage girl.
"How many tattoos do you have exactly, T?" He said, averting the topic as he took something out of his drawer.
"Eight; please don't ask where I put them," he chuckled. And rest the planner on the table.
"No worries, I'm not. Anyway about the Monroid." I gave him cocky eyebrows. "You need to save the kids and Dane." He looked at Dane. "You know your task, don't you?"
"Yeah," Dane said, defining his baritone voice. Trace nodded. Satisfaction filled his face.
"Great." Trace leans his back on the swivel chair and rests his elbow on the armrest. He puts his finger on his lips and rubs it while looking at us earnestly. "You both do your jobs. You handling the far scene means you're a sniper, right? Dane would be the one who would run to the kids and save them, while the others would fire the bullets after you saved the kids, of course. Now, are we clear?"
"Yeah." Me.
"Got it." Dane.
We both said it in unison. Trace was our boss on the field, meaning there is one person who's higher than him, and that's Alpha. We never saw his face, but Trace said since he met him at the conference room, Alpha was a young and very dangerous man you don't want to encounter.
We talked about the plans for how we would enter and how we would trigger our bullet. The guys would circle the building, and Dane would take the kids. I, on the other hand, will take care of the corpses and tie them to the abandoned building. Once I get out, that's when the guys will fire a shot at the entire building.
Easy work. But that would be easy if they're all not hard-headed. Mentally exhausted on the flight, yet I only slept the entire flight. I feel so weak and tired. maybe because of the tour. I should ask Rocky for a break after this.
"Where do you go after this?" Dane asked after we got out. The teams and the guys were ready, and both Dane and I were not. We wear our bulletproof vest inside and put the earpiece on my ear. Once we were done, we got out.
"I don't know." I shrugged. "Maybe find a peaceful place to rest," I said as I climbed into my Lamborghini and Dane reached his BMW.
I started the engine, sounded the turbo of the car, and left a nice sound in the quiet city of Chicago. After I was satisfied, I filed a smoke behind me, leaving a smirk on my face.
I pushed the gear and accelerated. I hit the horn before I left the area, followed by Dane and the other black SUV car.
"Can you hear me, T?" I heard Trace's voice in the connected earpiece in my ear.
"Yeah," I said as my eyes focused on the road and one hand held the steering wheel. I smoothly turned the steering wheel to the right to pass other vehicles.
"Listen to me, T. Once you entered the location, you gave me an update. I want you to look out at the rooftop while the others find a place to settle so no one will notice us. Got me?" he said.
I lick my lower lips. "Yeah," I said as I glanced in my rearview to see Dane Car driving like a maniac.
"Good, save the kids' T like we always do." He said. I accelerated and maneuvered coolly as I watched the yellow light continue blinking and pushed my gear as if depending on my life to the finish line.
"I will trace," I said after I passed the monstrous stoplight. I looked in my rearview mirror to see Dane's car light blinking. Indicating that the guys still follow us. I turned my eyes to the road and accelerated the car even more.
My eyes were like murderers of the night. Feeling very vigorous and aggressive. My body gets more excited in the passing seconds as I see the abandoned building getting bigger in my sight as I near the location.
"It's showtime, fucker."