A/N: W o w. It's been a while since I've updated, huh? Well, sorry, folks. Final year of college and all that. Anyways, if you're still with me, that's awesome! Here's the new chapter. I look forwards to hearing your thoughts.

He was barely a hundred yards away from the docks when his phone buzzed. Unsurprisingly, it was Sam.

All right. Got a bit of information here for you, the text began. There are ten men. Surprisingly very little, considering the shipment he's got. Perhaps he's trying to go low-profile. It doesn't matter. It just means less work for us. There are three on the boat, two on the actual dock, and five in the dock house. If you can be quiet, you might be able to get away with only taking out five of his men.

For some reason, Niko highly doubted he was going to be that lucky. He never was.

He sent back a quick, simple thank you of a text, then tucked the phone away in his pocket. Lifting the carbine in his hand, he made sure the gun was loaded, the safety off, and started towards down the dock.

The first kill was the simplest. The men outside the dock were not expecting a visitor, much less a visitor carrying a gun, and so Niko was able to catch them by surprise. There was one quick shot, a bullet through the brain, and a splash as the body fell from the docks into the water below. Unfortunately, that was going to be his only easy kill of the day. For, as soon as the shot rang out, the men were on edge, frantically looking for the source of the bullet.

Niko tucked himself away behind the corner of the dock house, taking a deep breath as he calculated his odds. He knew the men in the dock house would be coming out soon, and so he had to take out as many of the ones on the dock and in the boat as possible before they did so. That shouldn't be too difficult, given that one of the four was currently resting in the bottom of the harbor. That left three for him to pick off. He could do this. It just required three quick, precise shots.

After another moment or two of just standing there, the man took a deep breath and leveled his rifle. But then, as if thinking better of it, he placed the rifle aside. That would come later. For now, he would work with his pistol. It would be easier to fire off, to get the precise shots he needed. With the familiar weight resting in his hands, Niko stepped around the corner.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Three shots. Three loud, earth-shattering bangs. Blood splattered across the dock, dotting the pristine white of the boat. Two bullets were kill shots, but the third fell short, hitting the man through the stomach instead of the heart. The two who were felled hit the ground almost instantly, one rolling from the dock to join his companion in the water. The man who had survived the shot doubled over, one hand desperately reaching for his gun. Niko didn't wait, and instead chose to step back behind the corner of the dock house.

Now, Niko thought as he put the pistol away, it was time for the carbine. He lifted the gun back off the ground, double checked it to make sure it was ready to go. This time, he turned the safety off for good and waited. He could hear the men inside the dock house, all moving and gathering their weapons. He would only have one shot to catch them by surprise.

Keeping his back pressed against the wall, Niko raised the rifle. The footsteps got closer, until he heard the scraping of the dock house door as it opened. His phone buzzed, but he couldn't take the time to read the text. Sam could wait.

He had to destroy Dimitri.

Niko stepped out from behind the corner, gun lifted to his face. There was the startled cry as one of the men noticed his movement, but it was too late. Niko already had his finger on the trigger. He fired off several shots, sweeping his gun first to the left, then to the right. Through the spray of bullets, he could hear their startled yelps. For once, the element of surprise had actually done him right. At least, that was what he thought- until a bullet passed through his shoulder.

With a scream, the man almost dropped his gun. Pain radiated from the bullet wound, which, as far as Niko could tell, was a clean shot. The bullet had entered and exited. Good. That would make it easier for clean up. But that would only make traveling home and cleaning up this shit harder.

He was about to fire off another volley of shots when the dock's PA system screeched to life. A man's voice screamed, "There's one on the roof!"

He just barely managed to duck inside the dock house when he heard another shot crack the silence. Sniper. Sam hadn't warned him about a sniper. Or, he thought, remembering the buzz of his phone, maybe she had tried. Fuck. Fuck, he should have checked his phone. No, there was no time to think about "should haves." The time for should haves had long sinced passed. Now, he simply had to do it. He had to attack, destroy, kill. He had to ruin Dimitri.

Shifting the carbine rifle onto his back, Niko looked around. He had to take out the guy on the roof first. Otherwise, he might as well kiss his ass goodbye. Luckily, in the back of the little house, the dock had a ladder that he assumed went up to the roof. Grabbing his pistol once more, he began to hurry up the rungs. He was only halfway up when he heard footsteps above him, hurrying towards the ladder. Niko slung his injured arm around the ladder, to hold on, and brought the gun up, pointing it straight above his head.

As soon as the panel opened, he fired off two quick, merciless shots. He had to turn his head to avoid getting blood on his face.

The body swayed once, unable to decide which way it was going, and then fell forwards. Niko clung to the ladder with all his strength, grunting as the body hit his back on the way down. With that taken care of, Niko continued his climb up, pausing only to lock the panel once he had reached the top of the roof. He traded the pistol for the rifle the man had left behind and moved towards the edge of the roof. His phone buzzed again.

This time, he actually bothered to look.

Two left. It read. One's in the boat, trying to start it. Don't let him get away. Sorry about your shoulder.

Well, that solved the answer of which one he was going to take care of first. Lifting the sniper rifle to his face, he lined up the sights with the man's head. His finger encircled the trigger. For a brief moment, he was reminded of his time in Serbia, serving in the army. He remembered a time when he had been nothing more than a killer. Funny, even now that seemed to be the only thing he was good at. But, a living was a living, and anything that both paid well and ruined Dimitri's day was good enough for him.

With that thought in mind, he pulled the trigger. Brains and blood splattered across the front of the boat, and the body hit the floor. His lips curved upwards, forming an almost satisfied smile. Yes, killing may have been the only way he could ever make a living in the God-forsaken city, but at least he was good at it.

The last grunt was dispatched quickly, while he was fleeing up the docks. In the background, Niko could hear the approaching sirens, and he knew he had to hurry. He slid down the ladder, stepped over the body of the sniper, and ran full-speed to the boat. All he had to do was get it far enough out in the water that he could dump the drugs and then drive home. He would have to pick up another car, or at least wait until the police had left to pick his up again.

Ignoring the bodies, at least for now, Niko started the boat. He drove it about ten minutes out, into the middle of the harbor. The hard work began there. He only had one good arm by this point, as the other was in too much pain, and a hundred pounds of drugs to push off the end of the boat. He decided to take things in stride and, instead of pushing them all off, took to throwing a handful of wrapped containers at a time. It took longer, but his arm appreciated the reprieve. He dumped all but two of the bricks, choosing instead to keep those. He had told Sam he would keep a small portion for himself, after all. Once that was done, he rolled the body out of the boat, letting it join the coke in the bottom of the water, and knelt.

He had to at least clean the blood off his face. Otherwise, Roman was going to wonder what the hell had happened to him.

He didn't trust the water in the harbor, and so kept his lips pressed tightly together as he washed the blood from his face and hands, knowing that neither would truly be clean. His shirt was ruined. He would have to buy another, considering his already limited wardrobe. But he had done well, and he would be paid well for the deed. In the end, he supposed, that was all that mattered.

He drove the boat to another dock and hailed a taxi to drive him back to his car. Once he was safely back inside, his phone buzzed again.

You did good. Go pick up your pay. Legs'll be waiting for you.

He was about to start driving when the phone buzzed one last time.

I'll replace the shirt.