Chapter 4: Leads and Trails
After his discussion with Eda, Rock began to wonder; Just what was Carter Aldridge doing in Roanopur? Why was he targeting Triad and Russian warehouses? Where is he now?
All these thoughts circulated in Rock's head as he made his way through the streets. Rock was pleased to know that he would get to kill Aldridge, but he was also passed at the fact the he couldn't go after him yet. He was so close to him and he couldn't go after him.
But Rock had to remain patient. He knew he would get his chance, and when the time comes he is gonna enjoy himself to the fullest.
Rock continued to walk down the streets until he came up on the Yellow Flag. After an intense discussion like that he needed something to distract him, perhaps getting shit faced would help.
The Japanese man casually strolled into the bar and took up a stool. "Evening Bao… I'll take a rum leave the bottle" ordered Rock.
"So, what's the news Rock, you look like you got a lot shit going on" asked Bao.
"Well other than people trying to kill me, I got some… 'personal'… business to take care of" responded Rock.
"Yeah, I guess, cuz you look like someone who's really pissed off" said Bao.
Rock didn't answer, he just continued to drink his rum. While at the same time his mind started to wander, started to take him back to his memories of him and Aldridge.
"C'mon Okajima, you and I both know this is our golden ticket… I know EVERYTHING… (BANG)(BANG)… You FUCKING TRAITOR… (HELICOPTER WHIRLING) Jesus Carter, you look like shit… This is all bullshit, and you're a fuckin' idiot for believing it…I'LL KILL YOOOOOUUUUU…"
~(SLAM) The door to the Yellow Flag slams open~
With the sound of the door, Rock was snapped out of his thoughts and turned to look at whoever walked in.
Three men, all bulky and looking tough. One was a large African man, the second a Hispanic looking man, and lastly a gruff looking white man. They looked like they had just come out of a warzone, as some could see scars on the faces. They wore military fatigues, ammo chest rigs, and berets. They all walked towards a table and ordered drinks. Rock didn't think much of them… at first.
One of them started talking, and Rock listened and from their accent he could tell that the African and white individuals, were African, and from their mannerisms and code speech they sounded ex-military.
"African… Hispanic… military code… Jesus fuck… Fuckin' mercenaries" thought Rock.
Rock didn't want to get involved with these guys. He knew that it was not wise to tangle with mercenaries who look like they could pull a knife on you at any time. So, Rock just kept drinking his rum and minded his own business, until the large African merc said something that caused Rock to go wide-eyed.
"Mister Aldridge, wants to find the files on Neistovstvo soon… He is getting very impatient" said the African merc.
"Neistovstvo… why does that sound familiar…" thought Rock. He continued to listen in on their conversation while trying to look discreet.
~Later~
After some time, the mercs got up and were leaving the bar, saying something about going to a meeting point. And with that they up and left.
Not wanting his chance to get answers slip away, Rock got up and followed after them. He made sure to keep a safe distance away from the mercenaries. If they suspected him of tailing them, then they would surely retaliate and he would lose his chance.
After walking a few blocks the two other mercenaries broke off and walked off in another direction, leaving only the large black African merc.
Rock continued to follow him until he came up and turned down an alley. Rock hid behind wall and peered out to see the mercenary walk into some kind of storage building.
Rock knew that he didn't know the layout of the building so getting in won't be easy. He also knew that he couldn't go in through the front door.
He walked around the building and spotted a ladder and started to climb. When the Japanese man got up to the roof he remained low as to not draw any unnecessary attention. He looked through the skyline, and saw the African mercenary speaking to someone.
"Alright, the files stay here… make sure there safe. And keep your eyes open… I think I was followed. Make sure no one gets in here" ordered the large African mercenary.
And with that, the large marc walked out. Rock continued to remain hidden, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a silencer, he screwed it onto the barrel of his Glock 22.
Rock lowered himself down onto the metal walkway from the skyline and stealthily hid behind cover. He scoped the storage building and noticed some armed guards on the walkways and some more on the bottom floor.
He spotted an office in the far back of the building, and if Rock was to find answers, then he needed to get into that office and find anything that looked important.
But what Rock also wanted to find out was this, Neistovstvo. He couldn't get the feeling that he's heard that somewhere. But none of that was important, for now he needed to focus on getting to that office through, what might be, over a dozen armed, and trigger happy mercenaries.
