I released my breath silently through my nose, pushing away the fog in my
face. It wasn't really a fog; I guess it was more of a mist. Yeah, it was a
mist. The mist came from the rain, the hail; whatever the hell was falling
down us that dreary day.
"Straighten out your tie."
Joey was always telling me to do that kinda stuff. Always wanting me to straighten my die, iron my suit twice a day, drive more carefully; all about precision, so he said. I straightened my tie just to make the friggin' idiot happy. Couldn't even ask politely, always had to bark at as if he were my friggin' drill instructor in the Sicilian Army I had joined.
"Good. The better you look, the more prepared you is. Jus' be careful." Joey said.
Hey Joey, I have an idea! Why don't I be careful until told to do otherwise, and you go fuck yourself? Christ, what a fucking maroon. If he wasn't closely related to the Don, I swear, I woulda shot the asshole right then and there.
And exactly how is looking good gonna make me a better shot, Joey? Bitch.
"On three, we bust out from behind 'dis wall and head into the heart of the Triads." Joey said again.
I hated the count up. Made me nervous. I had to light up a cigarette. Cigarette soothed it, took out all the suspense of the count.
"One."
All the count did was add suspense
"Two."
Suspense ate away at me, took away from my accuracy. Made me angry. Made me a madman, who just happened to be holding two guns at the time. Lucky for me, I was a quick lighter when it came to cigarettes. Inhale, exhale, puff; the count lost all its effect.
"Three!"
I busted out of the corner like a bat outta hell. Two hands, two pistols, two clips full of bullets with bodies to shoot at.
I'd shot people plenty of times before this, but hell. I'd never actually gone through and killed a guy.
Enforcer, banked on its side to my left. Sentinels with bullet holes behind me. Feds and their cruisers crashed right infront of me. There was this one cop, this one Joe-mofo who shot out a bunch a guys. Not fat, not skinny, not tall, but sorta young lookin'.
Joey made a mistake that morning; that morning he decided to let the dogs loose from their chains in a neighborhood full of mailmen. I was ready to bite.
Fuck the cops, we came for the Triads.
That moment around the corner felt like slow motion. Bullets whizzed by my ears at lightning speeds, men cried for their lives falling over in agony. It was heaven, it was an adrenaline rush I couldn't get anywhere else. This was my chance.
BOOM
Shot one at the Enforcer; hit a dead guy.
BOOM
Shot two from the right pistol, shot a Triad in the leg. Joey finished 'im off before I got the chance.
BOOM
Shot three, back to the left beretta; just some cover fire.
BOOM
Shot four, more cover.
BOOM
We turned around the corner of the Triads fake fishing company or whateva. We was gonna kill those little asian whores. Our goal was just to bust in, blow up the place, and maybe kill a couple of Triad's while we was at it. It wasn't supposed to be the hell that it turned out to be. From that moment forth, my day got worse.
"Joey, behind ya!" some goon shouted.
Joey was right infront of me, facing the same direction I was. That meant a Triad was also behind me.
Big mistake.
I turned as quickly as I could, I turned as fast as my muscles would let a human turn. I turned, guns lighting up like a bon fire on New Years.
BOOM
BOOM
I shot one. I didn't just shoot 'im, though; I killed 'im. It was like nothing I'd ever seen before then. I shot him. I killed him. He was a dead man. A dead man, forever.
My god, I was in the wrong fucking business.
"Straighten out your tie."
Joey was always telling me to do that kinda stuff. Always wanting me to straighten my die, iron my suit twice a day, drive more carefully; all about precision, so he said. I straightened my tie just to make the friggin' idiot happy. Couldn't even ask politely, always had to bark at as if he were my friggin' drill instructor in the Sicilian Army I had joined.
"Good. The better you look, the more prepared you is. Jus' be careful." Joey said.
Hey Joey, I have an idea! Why don't I be careful until told to do otherwise, and you go fuck yourself? Christ, what a fucking maroon. If he wasn't closely related to the Don, I swear, I woulda shot the asshole right then and there.
And exactly how is looking good gonna make me a better shot, Joey? Bitch.
"On three, we bust out from behind 'dis wall and head into the heart of the Triads." Joey said again.
I hated the count up. Made me nervous. I had to light up a cigarette. Cigarette soothed it, took out all the suspense of the count.
"One."
All the count did was add suspense
"Two."
Suspense ate away at me, took away from my accuracy. Made me angry. Made me a madman, who just happened to be holding two guns at the time. Lucky for me, I was a quick lighter when it came to cigarettes. Inhale, exhale, puff; the count lost all its effect.
"Three!"
I busted out of the corner like a bat outta hell. Two hands, two pistols, two clips full of bullets with bodies to shoot at.
I'd shot people plenty of times before this, but hell. I'd never actually gone through and killed a guy.
Enforcer, banked on its side to my left. Sentinels with bullet holes behind me. Feds and their cruisers crashed right infront of me. There was this one cop, this one Joe-mofo who shot out a bunch a guys. Not fat, not skinny, not tall, but sorta young lookin'.
Joey made a mistake that morning; that morning he decided to let the dogs loose from their chains in a neighborhood full of mailmen. I was ready to bite.
Fuck the cops, we came for the Triads.
That moment around the corner felt like slow motion. Bullets whizzed by my ears at lightning speeds, men cried for their lives falling over in agony. It was heaven, it was an adrenaline rush I couldn't get anywhere else. This was my chance.
BOOM
Shot one at the Enforcer; hit a dead guy.
BOOM
Shot two from the right pistol, shot a Triad in the leg. Joey finished 'im off before I got the chance.
BOOM
Shot three, back to the left beretta; just some cover fire.
BOOM
Shot four, more cover.
BOOM
We turned around the corner of the Triads fake fishing company or whateva. We was gonna kill those little asian whores. Our goal was just to bust in, blow up the place, and maybe kill a couple of Triad's while we was at it. It wasn't supposed to be the hell that it turned out to be. From that moment forth, my day got worse.
"Joey, behind ya!" some goon shouted.
Joey was right infront of me, facing the same direction I was. That meant a Triad was also behind me.
Big mistake.
I turned as quickly as I could, I turned as fast as my muscles would let a human turn. I turned, guns lighting up like a bon fire on New Years.
BOOM
BOOM
I shot one. I didn't just shoot 'im, though; I killed 'im. It was like nothing I'd ever seen before then. I shot him. I killed him. He was a dead man. A dead man, forever.
My god, I was in the wrong fucking business.