Chapter 2

As light pierces through the window, John groans and turns himself over. Today is my day to sleep. No amount of light and commotion will change that.

His phone goes on in what seems like a pager noise. Ugh what now.

He looks at the phone and sees it's a call from someone named winter. why her?

He answers the phone with an abrupt "What"?

"Well aren't you in a good mood."

"I just finished a club job, what do you want from me?"

"Maybe a hello would be nice?"

"A hello would signal that i'm somewhat happy to hear from you which happens to not be the case. Especially not since bodega."

"That wasn't my fault and you know that."

"I don't know a damn thing. You were the one who detonated early and left everyone else inside. Hence why i haven't come back. I just don't feel like almost getting killed again."

"I'm not calling to kill you. Im calling to ask for help. I need you for a job."

"... no"

"I haven't even told you what the job is yet, let me finish and then you can answer"

"I have answered, and that answer happens to be no"

"Please just hear me out?"

With a sigh john thinks over his options. Obviously she's strapped for people since she's asking me for help. But what if she… no i have to let that go. She saw only one option, but that one option happened to be leaving me for dead. If not for her at least the money. She can pay well.

"... fine, but no tricks, no crap team jobs and I'm certainly not WORKING with you. I go alone. Period. Got it?"

"I understand."

"Good. Now what do you need"

"Well…"

The Next Night.

I can't believe i agreed to this. John looks around to gage his surroundings. I'm not a government merc for hire. Who the hell does she think i am. John hears footsteps approaching distantly and quickly retreats behind a wall.

He hears voices talking. "Where do you think they get all this stuff? I mean it's not like we're a rich organization."

"I don't know man. I don't ask questions. I just do what i'm told. It's better that way. Do you really want to know where they get the money for places like this? Cause i don't. As far as i'm concerned it was bestowed upon the boss."

"Yeah i guess you're right. Let's go check out the dining hall. I heard it's the biggest part of the building."

The two men walk right past john as he shadows himself in the darkness. He slips by them through the door as they walk away. okay, now it's time to figure out where i actually need to go.

John looks around for directional signs or doorways to gage where he may be. Why do the blackwoods have such a humongous base. It's not like they need it. They do just fine in the wilderness.

John sees a door sign that says "Data room"

Jackpot, but how to get in without noise….

John looks up to see a vacant air vent, Bingo

He crawls up the vent and in a swift motion is inside and above the data room overlooking the scene with care.

Okay, three guards, one guy at the computer and a lieutenant. He'd be a nice kill…... NO i'm not here to kill. Just grab the drive and get out.

Nobody in the room moves. But if they don't move i might HAVE to kill all of them.

Still no one moves. Fine, Be that way.

John Pulls out a 9 millimeter springfield pistol, silenced. All three guards are in a line. They'll be easy. That lieutenant is probably armored. Except for his face. His face does not have armor. I can probably get a clean shot in if he doesn't move his fat head. And if they're all dead the computer guy should run. Spare him?... yeah. I'll make sure he keeps his mouth shut though.

John opens the vent, points his gun straight at the lieutenant's head. Breath in, breath out.

A small pop is heard as the lieutenant falls over limp. John jumps down from the vent and immediately shoots all three guards in the head with what seems like no effort.

John looks at the man standing at the computer. "Keep your mouth shut and run. If i hear anything about this. You won't be running again."

The man nods and runs out. Now to get those files.

John starts rummaging through the many cabinets filled with papers and computer drives. Where is it? I don't have time for this. His words struck truth as the an overhead alarm goes off and a voice is heard saying "Intruder on level 4." over and over again.

Now i have even less time for this. It's gotta be here somewhere. John looks at the main tower that's sitting in the middle of a plethora of monitors. He walks over towards it and quickly starts smashing it over and over again with the but of his handgun. This is my best bet to find this freaking drive.

John rips the casing off of the computer and looks inside the tower intently. Got ya. He swiftly grabs the hard drive inside of the computer and stuffs it in his coat.

Footsteps can be heard from outside of the room. John hoists himself up into the vent. Guards flood the room but John is nowhere to be seen.

John drops out of the vent on the other side of the vent and crawls his way to a nearby window he opens up the window and puts on a harness with a grapple. After hooking himself on the window sill, he crawls out of the window and starts to rappel himself down the building.

He counts the floors as he passes their respective windows. 3…..2…..1…. As he nears the ground he hears a voice coming from the last window under him.

"winter. You said this would be easy….. You told me he wasn't that good…. Well i don't give a damn what you think! You told me that we would be able to get the information that we wanted from this guy, and now not only is he gone. But he has all of our secrets in his possession… Then fix it! If you can really get this guy then you will get paid. But until he is in our grasp, you will not only not get paid. You will be under the watchful eye of the blackwoods. Understood?... Good. now i have to go. I'm about to go rip into some security."

So i'm here for deliberate capture. I wonder what winter will have to say about this little conversation of hers. John drops to the ground after carefully passing the last window. He unstraps his harness and starts walking back to his car which is parked a couple miles east of the building. Time for a heart to heart with a traitor.