Chapter 7- The mysterious enforcer
Blake got up, he wasn't sure if what he just saw was for real, or his mind is playing tricks on him. Damn those two were pretty good...I wouldn't want to be caught by them..But it's not like I still can't hurt them if they do threaten my freedom one way or another. Remember Blake, all enforcers are enemies.. No enforcer is innocent. He said to himself quietly while reaching his hand to the car door, it was shaking a little, covered in dry blood. Jesus I gotta get this cleaned up.. He looked at his arm, covered in blood and smelled like a butcher shop landed on it.
Blake started the car and drove back home, to enjoy the few hours he has for himself to clean up and get some rest. As he drove through the busy roads of the city, he kept seeing a flashback of him falling on the floor from Byron's punch. He was nervous, wiping sweat from his forehead while trying to focus his eyes on the road. If he were to make more mistakes like this, he would have been killed by Byron, or by anyone else that the Bloodroses would want to send. Even though this was a criminal group, basic rules and policies were had to be made to keep everything in order. The leading gangs can't deal with disobedient members, sometimes not having any choice but to end their lives before they cause any commotion. Blake slowed down the car as it approached a street light, giving him a chance to take out a cigarette and smoke, to calm him down a little. He grabbed one from his pocket and lit it with his two hands shaking, still noticing the dry marks of blood on both of them. As the traffic light signaled him to drive, he inhaled it quickly and drove on home.
Blake parked the car, and went upstairs to his apartment. It was annoying to take all those steps, but since the elevator is not going to be fixed any time soon, he had to deal with it. Finally reaching his door, he opened it quickly and slamming it as he got inside, without even thinking he rushed to the bathroom mirror to take a gander at what Byron did to his face. He took a few steps back from seeing red marks all over it, though it was just dry blood, it still looked like Byron broke his nose. He released water from the sink tap, gathering some in his hands and washing his face. The washed away blood got mixed in with the water, making the sink look like Blake bled all over it once letting the water down the drain.
With his face clean, he saw that his face wasn't too much damaged, feeling lucky that his nose didn't fracture or break after Byron's raging punch. He took a small sip from the running water, gargled it and spit out all of the remaining blood. He took a shower, then using his old washing machine to clean up the messy clothes. For now, because his only pieces of clothing were being washed, he had to walk around the place with only his underwear. He sat on the couch and looked at the ceiling, hearing his loud neighbors hump each other on the next floor, sighing and moving to his bedroom, to sit in a more quiet place. Blake felt a little worried about those enforcers from before, yet he also knew that there's no need to show fear, what's to be afraid of..They were ordinary cops doing their daily job, and he could kill 'em as much as any other person. One of the main things Blake wasn't afraid of is killing someone on command, if that same person is a threat to him or to his work, he will show no mercy on that same person and his..Or her life if needed to. He couldn't lay down, so he got up again to look at himself on the mirror.
His bedroom mirror unlike the bathroom one, showed all of his body, a strong yet a damaged body covered by scars and stitched wounds. His eyes had a purple pattern, hiding away his real eye color, even his hair- dyed in deep blue hid away his true self. If he were to remove the eye contacts and the dye, he would be seen as a whole other person. His eyes stared at the mirror, constantly moving around and checking his reflected appearance. He took a small hair brush from the drawer next to the mirror, and brushed his hair and the little goatee on his chin. Unfortunately for him only after 1 hour of little self grooming and getting his clothes out of the washing machine, Byron called him. Blake rushed to the living room to pick up the phone.
-"You got a mission to do, you'll see some criminals around the abandoned highway, they need to deliver a suitcase full of cash, and the cops are preventing them from doing anything. Come over there and one of the guys will tell you where to go, hurry up! They need you as backup!"-Byron said, hanging up as soon as he finished delivering the message. Blake rushed downstairs, into his car- driving quickly to the location. The abandoned San Paro Highway. Once used as a transportation route for the citizens, but ever since it got taken over by criminals, nobody dares to drive there anymore. Blake stopped the car nearby, getting the ALIG and loading it with some bullets before heading closer to the crime scene. Once there, he got greeted by a sniper behind an old tin construction office. -"Good thing you came, about time we got some backup..Is anyone else coming by any chance?"-The sniper looked away for a split second before looking back at Blake. -"No, Byron told me to show up..I haven't seen anyone else behind me."-Blake replied silently, peeking from the office and seeing a bunch of enforcers guarding the delivery point.
-"Well since you're a big guy, distract those bastards by blowing 'em up, and by blowing 'em up I mean KABOOM all over the place!"The sniper replied with enthusiasm. -"Though watch out for that girl over there, with the brown hair and blue eyes..Boy, she's an accurate bitch let me tell ya that.. Killed 4 of our men with the help of her friends over there. Me and my other buddies here are gonna split up and attack while you get up on the roof and shoot everything you see!"-He added, pointing Blake to the roof. Blake nodded with a smirk, grabbing his ALIG, strapping it on his back and using the ladder to get on the roof.
Blake felt a little enthusiastic as well, so he started to direct his ALIG towards the air, shoot around with it and laugh manically. The sudden flow of adrenaline and the urge to kill enforcers made him look even more crazy than he already is. -"YOU SCRUBS WILL NEVER BEAT US, THE BLOODROSES NEVER FALL!"-Blake yelled, shooting to the sky and sticking his tongue with enthusiasm. -"This idiot wants to get himself killed?"-One of the enforcers added, taking cover behind the car. -"Well let's not keep him waiting, make his dream come true"-The same female enforcer from before was there, she smirked and aimed her N-TEC at him. She almost hit his forehead but the bullet passed above Blake's hair as he jumped up and down like a crazed monkey.
The surrounding criminals came out of their hiding spots and opened fire at the enforcers, a surprise attack that they weren't ready for. -"KATY GO TAKE CARE OF THAT LUNATIC ON THE ROOF, WE'LL TRY AND STOP THE OTHERS, KEEP THAT MACHINE GUNNER OUT OF SIGHT!"-One enforcer shouted, getting hit by Blake's continuous fire at one of the cars. She nodded, running towards Blake with a frown on her face, Blake saw her approaching and started to lead her away from the scene. He kept firing around the area, to try and scare the enforcer, but it didn't work like he thought it would.
She walked closer to Blake, holding the N-TEC in her hands, closing him in a concrete wall. He took out the ALIG and tried to shoot at her, but it was empty, all of the bullets that remained in there he used to fire at the sky. She frowned, pointed the N-TEC barrel on his forehead, and got ready to pull the trigger on him. In her eyes, he seemed too helpless to hurt her, with no weapons on him, and cornered to a wall, he had no possibility to fight back. He frowned back, staring her down and expecting to meet death right in the eye. But instead, she didn't hit him..She hit the wall, a few centimeters away from his body. Without a single word, she left the area and rushed to help her co workers in battle. W-What the fuck was that, what was she waiting for? Why didn't she just kill me right now... He thought to himself, looking at the mysterious enforcer heading back to the crime scene.
