Chapter 1
You know the saying "when all hell breaks loose"? Well I personally have bad luck with that saying. When I go to work bad things happen. The kind of bad things that make you want kill someone. Well in my line of work I do kill people. I'm a sweeper.
My name is Keiji Saito and I work with my partner Edward Grey. I call him Eddie though. He's the comic relief in the harsh things we have to do. such as kill whole families. Woman, children, the elderly you name it. We are bad people and deserve to go to hell. On this particular day we went to retrieve a young male from the projects. He was one of the boss's business partners once and had misplaced something important.
"So Keiji how many people do you think are up in those apartment building?" Eddie asked checking the ammunition in his handgun
"I don't know Eddie we'll see when we get there" my mind focusing on the road.
"Well at least guesstimate Keiji I need to know I'm getting worried I don't want to go up there and get killed" Eddie said in a nervous tone.
This was one of the first times I ever seen good old Eddie nervous. Last time he was nervous was when he put a large bet on the super bowl and almost lost it all. Other then that he was an easy going guy. Most times a wisecrack funny man that made my work easier.
"Listen man, we aren't going to die. We always get out of these tough situations like a piece of cake" I said trying to calm him down. All I'm really saying is that we were a lucky pair. We've been through thick and thin and still made it out alive.
"Come on Kei please just guess man that's all I need please!" he begged and I gave in and told him my estimate.
"60 at the most" Counting from how many gangs this so called Shawn Williams was involved with I'm pretty sure 60 was a good number to call.
"60!? Fucking 60!? Are you absolutely sure man!?" Eddie was looking at me wide eyed.
"You told me to guess and I did now lets get to work" we approached the broken down apartment building. Apartment number 59 was where Shawn was hiding out.
"We should have fucking machine guns…" Eddie mumbled before he exited the car holding an m12 shotgun in his hand "Jesus Christ…I hate buckshot" we broke the entrance door down and entered swiftly.
"Well I hope I don't fucking die man I have too much to live for" Eddie looked at the shotgun cocking it. I did the same and took out my magnum to supplement my arms. "Yeah live to kill" I snickered "Now you take the stairs and I'll take the elevator" We separated and I approached the elevator.