As an assassin, you'd imagine he would be rewarded and encouraged to kill since that is, in fact, the job description.
But it seems Erica Sloane forgot that very important fact when putting August Walker on probation from all solo field missions because he has apparently shown signs of "impulsiveness", "brashness", and more importantly, "no care for the innocent civilian casualties".
With those thoughts in his head, August finds himself in Venezuela with a so-called team of 'elite soldiers' to stop some small human sex trafficking ring.
'Elite team my ass. These shitheads wouldn't know the first thing to do if an actual threat came at them' August thought to himself as his 'leader', Jordan, briefed them on the mission.
From what August read in the debriefing file, he could do this mission with his eyes closed. It was a simple mission really, break into the warehouse, shoot any perverted dirtbags, confiscate any files found.
Easy peasy.
So what exactly is all this fuss for? August thought while rolling his eyes, not giving a single fuck if his so-called 'superior' saw him.
"You know the drill boys. It's nothing we haven't seen before. Get in. Kill these dirtbags. Get some files. And most importantly get these poor girls back home to their families. Now, remember, we don't know what kind of state they will be in so when approaching the victims do so with caution." Jordan said with a light but stern tone, unknowingly reminding the newest member of his team the real reason they were there.
August had completely forgotten about the girls in there.
He had his mind set on shooting those fuckers in the head.
"Alright, boys. Let's go save some lives." Jordan finally dismissed the team.
With that said the team of 9, 10 if you include the reluctant agent that is August Walker, set out to the trucks.
As August sat squished between the cold metal of the truck door and one of his 'teammates', August was counting down the minutes till this baby mission was over and he could finally get back to what he was good at.
Working alone.
August didn't belong in these kinds of missions.
He belonged out in the field. With elaborate missions, and high stakes. Not some silly little rescue mission.
With these thoughts running through his head he didn't notice the team pulling up covertly to the warehouse which was the supposed prison of a well known human trafficking ring.
Finally coming to his senses, August observed the seemingly innocent warehouse as he quietly exited the truck.
Lots of places for targets to hide. August thought to himself as he analyzed the building from top to bottom.
It wasn't particularly tall, being only 2 stories high, but it was big. With over 40 rooms on the bottom floor alone, from what he could recall from the layout of the building. The building was seemingly a dirty, old, vacant building with trash sprawled all around the outside. But the reinforced steel doors and the reinforced steel bars on the windows told August that whoever was in the building did not want unexpected visitors getting in.
Or prisoners getting out. August thought as he got into position at the side entrance.
The plan was simple.
Or what he briefly heard was, as he found it exceedingly boring and often found himself drifting in and out of paying attention.
5 guys storm in the front, 4 guys break in the back. That left August alone to sneak in the side door, if necessary which August didn't think would be.
It was a full-proof plan, if anything a little overboard.
Intel suggested that there are no more than 5 men in the warehouse, only armed with small handguns. August didn't understand for one, why there were 10 men on this small, low-level mission, and two (most importantly) why he had to be here.
August heard both teams confirm they were in position over the earpiece he was wearing.
"Walker, are you good to go?" Jordan asked him over the radio.
"All set," Walker replied in a bored, condescending voice not caring if this was the wrong time and place or if he was being disrespectful to his superior.
It's not like he's gonna be my superior for much longer. He thought to himself looking around the side wall, bored out of his mind.
"Good. We enter in 5..."Jordan said over the mic.
Out of the corner of his eye, something small, shiny and red caught August's attention.
"..4.."
As August looked closer he noticed it was sticking out between the frame of the door and the door itself.
".3.."
August's face scrunched up in thought as he attempted to figure out what this mysterious object was.
".2."
August's face sharply expressed his shock and alarm as it finally clicked what it was.
"1"
A wire from the bomb rigged to the door.
"GO!"
But it was already too late.
Author's Note:
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