Walking calmly through the park, Sky eyed his surroundings skeptically as everyone around him went on their merry way and continued on with their busy schedules. Sky shoved his hands into his pockets and made his way towards a grocery store to bring back food to headquarters since they were running low. Skimming through the delicious selection of food in front of him and grabbing the contents he needed, Sky quickly walked through the store and stepped into another aisle, seeming to be uninterested in the selection and quickly moved to another aisle.
After getting all of the wanted food and ingredients, Sky paid for it and left without another word to anyone, clutching onto the plastic bags as he walked. Keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings and known cameras throughout the city, he walked slowly and calmly so no one would suspect him of anything. Call him paranoid, but that's just how he was. Eventually reaching a secluded area in the city, Sky looked around one last time before opening a garage and unlocking the car's doors. He put all of the groceries in the passenger seat and seated himself in the driver seat of a brand new and blue BMW Hybrid Vision. Starting the car, Sky drove out of the city and kept a close eye on the roads, cameras, and people that he drove passed.
Receiving a call from one of his friends, Sky clicked a button on the steering wheel. "No, I didn't forget your bread, Bridge."
"That's not why I called." Bridge replied, sounding distracted or unsure. "Sky, it may just be my monitors malfunctioning, but it looks like there's a target behind you and he's coming up fast."
"A target? I thought none of them were scheduled to come for the rest of the week." Sky glanced at his rear view mirror and spotted a fast car approaching him, it was about five miles away. He moved his focus back on the road and gripped the steering wheel harder with one hand.
Hearing shuffling on the other line, Sky opened the armrest next to his seat and shuffled through the junk in it, keeping his attention on the road and occasionally glancing at the car. "This isn't a normal, human target. As much as I'd like it to be." Bridge informed reluctantly. "No, this is a valuable weapons deal that'll be made in a few hours and he's headed for a city at least two hours away. A weapons deal that I've been tracking for months. How'd he even get there without me seeing it sooner?" Sky raised an eyebrow at the mention of 'weapons deal'. "By your silence, I'm guessing you don't care anymore and you just want to sabotage that car and strip the car for any weapons."
Sky smirked, "You know me to well, buddy."
"It helps when I've been in your life for so long, I could be considered your brother or half brother. Anyway, be careful. Turn on communications and use it minimally. I won't be able to help you much with educating you on who this guy is, but he is a part of a mob."
"How do you know?"
"Reckless driving in the middle of nowhere for miles and he's also drinking a lot, if the swerves of his car say anything." Bridge answered as if it was obvious. "I expect to see everything of yours in once piece, especially the BMW. I worked so hard on that car."
Chuckling, Sky glanced in the mirror again and noticed that the car was about half a mile behind him. "No promises, Bridge."
Bridge huffed, "You want me to send, Z? She's close by."
Sky shook his head-despite Bridge not being able to see him-and answered, "I can handle it. Plus, I don't need explosives." He gripped a revolver and stuck it out the window in time to shoot several rounds into the car that whipped passed him and it turned suddenly, flipping the car multiple times as it stopped a little ways away from the road. Slowing down to a stop on the side of the road, Sky turned on his communications and exited his car, pulling on gloves and approaching the car nonchalantly.
A body suddenly crawled out of the car and looked around dizzily. Upon spotting Sky, the man panicked and painfully grabbed a nearby gun, moving his gaze to Sky to shoot, but he never got the chance. The man's body fell limply and Sky picked up the dropped gun, "Fifty cal, Desert Eagle. Not bad." He commented.
"They still sell those things?" Bridge asked over the communications. "Because I prefer the quick and easier to use handguns. Y'know, the ones that barely leave any trace of dust, so we don't get caught."
"I never said you would use it." Sky replied and scavenged the car for all of it's weapons, but didn't bother to check the limp body because he could accidentally leave a trail for the police to follow. Taking out his disposable phone, he took a picture of the body and sent it to Bridge. "They packed it in a single bag, they won't be missing this."
"Contents?" Bridge curiously asked.
"You'll see." Sky simply said and walked back to his car, putting the gun bag in the back seats. Starting the car, Sky drove for a few minutes before stopping the car and reaching in the back seats for his beloved sniper rifle. He got out of the car and took out the cartridge, inserting a deteriorating bullet-courtesy of Bridge-into it. He aimed steadily and swiftly as he shot and the car exploded half a second later. Lowering the sniper, he watched for a few seconds before getting back in his car and driving off. "Anyone else over there at HQ?" Sky asked after a while.
"Nope, I'm all by my lonesome. I would have left earlier if it wasn't for that target." Bridge answered as Sky hummed in response. "Temporary lives, Sky." Bridge mentioned out of the blue. "We have other matters to attend to when we aren't working. Just be lucky that you get to laze around all day and train. That's why you're the best fighter out of all of us." He could practically hear the smile on Bridge's face as Sky thanked him and neared the exit ramp.
Sky was about to turn onto the exit, but an explosion next to the car made him swerve to the opposite lane and miss the exit. Quickly putting on a mask to conceal his identity from wandering eyes that could survive, Sky drove over the speed limit. "Contact Z, I'm in trouble." He ordered through clenched teeth as he narrowly avoided another explosion. C4 on the ground, he realized. He looked around for anyone that could be around him, but he didn't see anyone at all.
"Z's on her way. And no one's there." Bridge responded, distracted.
"What?"
"Sky, no one's there setting those off. They're mines. Hold on." Sky trusted Bridge and tore off his mask, throwing it haphazardly in the passenger seat. He narrowly grazed another mine and decided to stop the car. Turning the wheel furiously and stomping on the brakes, the car came to a halt and Sky looked around as the smoke from the stressed tires cleared.
Sighing, Sky got out of the car and took one more look around still not seeing anything. "Why would someone create a minefield in the middle of nowhere?" He asked aloud, not really expecting an answer.
"Got it!" Bridge shouted gleefully as Sky winced at the sudden loud voice of his friend. "Those mines were for the mobster. Footage-hours before-from the satellite I'm watching now says it all besides, no one knows who SPD is and even if they did, I would have killed them by now." Sky shivered at the thought. His friend seemed so nice and friendly on the outside, but when he rarely got angry or if someone somehow knew who they were, in less than a day, Bridge would be looming over a bloodied, motionless body and have the creepiest wicked grin that even Sky feared that side of him. "And by the looks of it, you already activated all of the mines, so you're clear."
Sky nodded and got back in the car, driving back to the exit, despite being on the left lanes and a car could crash into him head on but cars weren't around for miles. Especially since that mobster's car was still on fire, he could still see the black smoke rising in the air. He expertly drifted into the exit and drove for another twenty miles before reaching the headquarters.
They all agreed that it would be better if their headquarters was in the middle of a small city that was lightly populated by criminals because they knew that those criminals would respect and fear them. SPD was one of the most feared criminal groups in all of the world and it's only been six months since they've started wreaking havoc among the city. After all, they were organized and they were the best of the best.
Putting the park in drive, Sky exited the car as he saw Bridge walk out and help him with the groceries and the bag of weapons. "Will you be leaving soon?" Sky asked as Bridge smiled and nodded as they walked into SPD headquarters. Setting down half of the bags of groceries on the kitchen counter and the gun bag next to the couch, Sky slumped onto the couch and cracked his neck before relaxing into the soft couch and closing his eyes.
Seeing how exhausted Sky was, Bridge could feel that the adrenaline rush he had was fading away, so quickly Bridge put the groceries down and was about to rush to the medicine cabinet. "I'm fine." He heard Sky say and he hesitated to move again. "I'm fine. I'm still alive."
"You sure?" Bridge asked.
Smirking because he knew what his friend meant, Sky joked, "I'm absolutely sure I'm still alive."
"No, I meant, you sure you're fine?" Bridge corrected himself, stuttering a bit in the beginning.
"Yes, I'm fine and I'll always be fine. The world isn't splitting any of us a part." Sky answered. "Now go, I can take care of the place."
Bridge smiled, "Be careful." He picked up a messenger bag and started walking out.
"You too." Sky replied as Bridge closed the door and he was alone in their headquarters that was just a normal house like all the others. The weapons specialist sighed and stood up, grabbing a cigarette packet and walking upstairs to the balcony. Taking out a cigarette and lighting it, Sky smoked peacefully while staring out into the city, distracting himself as much as he could. He breathed out a puff of smoke and turned around quickly to a sound of a familiar voice.
"I thought they told you to quit smoking before you joined." Z reminded him and walked over as he scoffed and took a long drag before slowly letting the smoke disappear into the air. "It was part of the contract, you know."
They leaned on the railing and looked at the light show the sky was displaying, "Yes, I know, but that rule can go burn in hell just like this cigarette." Sky took another drag as Z chuckled.
"You're still mad about it." Z said and smirked when Sky huffed and ignored her statement by taking another long drag. "Of course, you're still mad about it, but you can't change what's already been done. They decided it and unless you improve greatly, then you won't be able to-"
"You don't get it!" Sky growled as he extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray and started to leave the balcony. "No one gets it! My own father didn't think I was good enough!"
"Hey! Listen to me!" Z yelled and forced Sky to face her. "Frankly, I don't care what happened between you and your father, but if something is effecting you, it's effecting the whole team. Don't just waltz into this team and pretend like you own the place. Yea, Bridge may have saved you in the past from getting killed, but it was a mission. That's all it was and you need to realize that emotions will get in the way of your work. So just drop it and move on!" Z stormed out of the balcony and out of the house, getting in her car and driving off into the distance. Growling, Sky got ready for bed and sighed angrily.
Tomorrow was not going to be a good day.
