Chapter 8
Rock sits in the darkness outside the Cartels compound. The day had been an easy one where the whole crew had just gone to the yellow flag to drink. Luckily he managed to get away with only drinking a single shot stating that he was going to drive them all back tonight. With that announcement everyone succeeded in getting very drunk. Revy most of all, she required him to carry her back up to her room. She moaned constantly as he carried her, bringing rather pleasant thoughts to his mind. He ignored them easily when he just thought about what he was going to do tonight.
After everyone was out for the night, he made his way to the safe house, very happy to discover that Eda had indeed provided the support he instructed her to. Outside in the alley adjoining the building, he found the car he asked for. Gathering his gear, two silenced 9mm pistols, his body armor, a half dozen throwing knives and his favorite hunting knife, he set out for his target.
He drove most of the way without the lights on and parked a good two miles from the compound in the shadows off the road before he made the rest of the trip on foot. It was a nice night for this, calm without much of a breeze and overcast, preventing the moon from lighting up the area, which was even better because he would easily see the men since they obviously didn't know anything about light discipline and the NVGs showed his targets like a beacon. He easily counted seven guards by their cigarettes glowing when they took a puff and another six that were huddling near a few lights talking.
Eda had told him that at night there are usually no more than twenty guards on duty unless they are alerted about something. Rock made his way silently around the compound and quickly counted nineteen guards on duty plus whatever was in their makeshift guard shack. Judging by the delay in rotations, they didn't have any form of communication between them except voices. He waited in the dark for their appointed shift change which according to Eda was exactly at midnight. It was now 11:59 and sure enough he could see men stumbling out of the barracks and slowly making their way towards the posts.
He waited in silence as he counted the men heading back toward the buildings and turned his gaze on the guard tower. He grinned as two men left it after two entered. This was just too easy.
Moving from shadow to shadow, he made his way toward the guard post one by one. Those with a single guard suffered a quick slice to the throat while those with more went down sporting a new 9mm hole in their grapes. After counting all nineteen, he made his way over to the guard shack.
Opening the door slightly, he could see one man playing a card game by himself while another was sleeping in the corner. He almost felt bad for them…well maybe not but he felt that a group of boy scouts could have taken out this lot with their pocket knives and bows and arrows. Two quick silent shots put those two down for good.
Still staying to the shadows, he finally turned to the main house. He could hear music playing and shouts from inside. Someone was having a party.
I hope they are enjoying it, since it will be their last one. Rock said to himself as a hungry grin appears on his face before he enters the main building from the side door.
Revy yawned as she got up. The urge to pee was too much to ignore and she lazily got out of bed. She realized that she was still fully dressed and then turned to the alarm clock by the bed. She growled as the infernal device told her it was three o'clock in the morning.
She made her way toward the bathroom, putting her weight against the wall since she was still very drunk and walking on her own just seemed to be a disaster waiting to happen. As she passed Rocks door, she took a peek inside but couldn't see him. Slightly perplexed but not really caring she continued on her way, making it as far as the half bath on the other side of Rocks room.
Finishing with her business, she again leaned against the wall and slowly made her way back toward her room. This time though, when she got to Rocks room, the door was shut all the way. Confused she turned the knob, not bothering to knock.
As the door opened, she stared. There was Rock standing in only a pair of boxers, climbing into bed. She looked at him lustily while watching his muscles move in the soft light entering from the windows.
Rock heard the door open as was immensely glad that he had decided to change and shower at the safe house. Explaining his bloody clothes and the smell of the gun powder would be hard enough but trying to explain it to Revy would be like handing the executioner the axe.
He turned toward her and grinned at the expression on her face. "Is there something I can do for you Revy?" Rock asked making his voice as tired sounding as possible, as if he just woke up moments ago.
"What are you doing?" Revy asked.
"Going back to sleep. What are you doing? Come to take me up on my offer?" He asked with obvious hope in his voice.
Revy growled again and headed back to her room. Part of her wanted to join him but she wouldn't do that. She wouldn't allow herself to become attached to such a little bitch.
Rock sighed heavily as she left. Only the smell of the alcohol from her breath would have told you she was even there. Hopefully she is still drunk enough that she won't remember tonight. That maybe too much to hope for but he could always come up with an excuse later. He closed his eyes and smiled widely as the night had gone better than he had hoped. The whole operation had been carried out in complete silence with 58 dead. He left the cartels little henchmen a little message that he hoped they were smart enough to get.
Rock woke around his normal time of seven oclock and headed down to the office where as always Dutch and Benny were sitting drinking coffee. Rock meander towards the coffee maker and poured a glass before turning to Dutch.
"So whats on the agenda today boss?" Rock asked cheerfully.
"Nothing as of yet. I will probably go out-" the rest was cut off by the sound of the phone ringing. Rock moved toward it and answered.
"Lagoon Company, this is Rock," he said in a happy tone. This one not faked, it is amazing what a night of blood could do for your stress levels.
"Hello Rock, is Dutch around."
"Yes he is Miss Balakia. If you would hold for just a moment," Rock said putting his hand over the receiver.
"Dutch, it's Miss Balakia for you."
Dutch got up from his seat and grabbed the phone.
Rock tuned out their conversation, imaging what the reactions of the henchmen were upon seeing the carnage that remained of their home. Again he hoped they understood the message, if not things would become a little more testy but he could work with it.
He came out of his thoughts when Dutch hung up the phone. "She got a job for us?"
Dutch was thinking hard for a moment before he shook his head, "Wake up Revy. There is something we need to talk about."
Rock looked at him curiously before doing as he was instructed. Walking up to Revy's door, he loosened up his muscles quickly in case he needed to run or dodge. Opening the door silently, he grinned at what he saw.
Of course Revy's room was a complete catastrophe with cigarette butts, beer cans, and clothes thrown about everywhere but that isn't what caught his eye. It was the peaceful look on the she warriors face. A slight smile graced her hardened features. His grin grew as his eyes flowed down her body, her very naked body.
He made his way inside and slowly pulled the sheet back, exposing all of her to him. His hormones began working overtime as he could smell her scent and the light glistening between her legs, her bare sex before him. Thoughts ran through his head, different ways of waking her up, very pleasurable ways, ideas of waking her up with an orgasm or just leaning down taking a taste. He shook those ideas away, taking one last long look at her bare, sexy body before pulling the sheet back over her and sitting on the bed next to her. He pulled out two cigarettes from the pack in his pocket and lit two of them before reaching for her.
A few quick shakes and she began to rouse. Before she could say anything, he offered her a smoke, which she took. "Dutch has something he needs to tell us. He told me to wake you up and since you looked pretty tired last night, I thought waking you up nicely would be better than pounding on the door. So get up and dressed while I make some breakfast. Whatever it is that Dutch wants to tell us, it must be important since Balakia called to tell him personally."
Rock got up and was out the door before Revy had a chance to say anything. She sighed and made to get ready, grimacing as she discovered that she had somehow slept naked and obviously had had a rather nice dream. The insides of her legs being sticky and the itch telling her that she didn't do anything last night, which was part of the reason she had let herself get out of control, hoping that Rock would try something with her being out of her proper frame of mind that way if he sucked she could honestly say she didn't remember.
Thinking about it now, she doesn't remember any of last night except being carried to the car by Rock. She grimaced again knowing that they didn't do anything since she had caught him in the shower and if his tool had been inside her, she would definitely be feeling it this morning. Grumbling she got up and dressed.
With the whole crew downstairs and Rock passing out plate of eggs and rice, Dutch spoke. "Apparently somebody took out the Cartel during the night."
"Well there are always more of the Cartel, one isn't going to make a difference," Benny said before going back to his food.
"No, took out all the cartel bigwigs and most of their muscle. The death toll is near 60 with Gustav being mutilated, his limbs were removed strapped down, his throat slit and his balls were cut off and tacked to his forehead . The three underbosses where killed execution style and even the whores were killed." Dutch replied.
"So it was a hit. Who did it?" Revy asked only slightly curious.
"They don't know. Only the bodies of the cartel men were found, no one else. Not even any casings. The only thing that points to anybody is the fact that Gustav was executed. Apparently negotiations between the cartel and the Italians weren't going to well and he was killed in their favorite manor. So right now everything is pointing at the Italians who claim they had nothing to do with it. Balakia said to be careful who we accept jobs from for awhile."
"So you think the Italians took out the cartel? Is it possible that they were framed; I mean if they killed them off in a turf war that would be one thing but to do it now when they have had peace for awhile…" Rock suggested, fading off as he looked at Dutchs' shaking head.
Dutch sighed, "It doesn't matter if there is proof that they were set up or not. Everything points to the Italians so naturally that is the word on the street. The groups are going to be wary of them for awhile and we may have some issues coming up from back in Columbia. I doubt the cartel is going to look the other way when one of their outposts and bosses have been removed."
"So what are we going to do Dutch?" Benny asked hoping his boss has an answer.
Revy stood up and grinned, "We are going to stay put and if those mother fuckers try anything against us, we are going to put them down hard."
"Yeah, what she said," Dutch concedes.
Rock had to fight hard to keep the grin off his face. In his mind though, he was grinning evilly, entirely satisfied. Everything was falling into place, now he just needed to prepare for stage 2. He almost grimaces when he remembers he is supposed to meet with Katya tonight. Oh this is going to be fun.
Eda sat in the chair at the safe house. The operative told her to be here around nine and it was already nine thirty. Part of her was angry at his being late but she understood that sometimes you just have to wait. Luckily sister Yolanda didn't seem to care what she did as long as it didn't interfere with her work for the church or causing trouble for them. Other than that she could do whatever she wanted, she just had to change out of her nuns clothing if she was going to do anything that would reflect badly upon them.
Again she looked around the room, noticing that the place had absolutely no signs of life inside. The operator code named nἅve had removed all the lights and covered the windows in dark curtains. She assumed it was to keep his identity secret but it could also be to keep knowledge of this place or the fact that someone came here out of the mainstream. This was technically Edas place and she came here once in a blue moon, usually when she was too drunk to make it back to the church and didn't feel like going home with anyone.
She jerked slightly as she felt a presence behind her. After calming her racing heart and breathing, she slowly turned to see the shadowed figure.
"You're late," she said softly with a slight hint of agitation.
The man grunted before walking around to face her, "It happens. Are you ready for tonight?"
"Yes although I found a better way to speak with Katya," Eda responds trying to focus her eyes better in the dark. She hadn't seen his face yet and it is irking her to no end.
"Please do tell," he responded in the same cold hard voice he always used with her.
"Well it seems that our little friend is now allowed out onto the streets to search for customers. You could just pick her up and bring her back to your place," Eda suggested, giving up on her attempt to identify him.
"I have a better idea. How about you go pick her up and bring her back here. I am sure you won't be too uncomfortable bringing a lovely lady into your house for a quick romp."
Eda growled slightly but his words finally registered. He couldn't take her where he was staying due to having to keep it secret and this is just a house that Eda uses so he couldn't bring her back here without raising suspicions. "I suppose I could, it has been a long while since I had a good orgasm. She might provide me with what I need. What are you going to do?"
"Watching you of course," he replied with a slight hint of amusement in his voice.
"What?" Eda demanded standing from the chair, hackles on the rise.
A soft chuckle permeated the air, "Watching to make sure you aren't followed. Although I wouldn't be against watching two gorgeous young ladies such as yourselves in the throes of passion, it has been awhile for me so I wouldn't be able to be a casual observer. I will be around here when you two are finished so I can speak with her."
Eda blushes slightly. She is used to men making comments about her looks but coming from him was different, his usually hard tone had taken on a lusty note and that intrigued her. "When do you want me to go get her?"
The room was silent for a moment. "You can go now. Bring her straight here and try to keep from being tailed. I assume this isn't your first time picking up a hooker? Be confident and ignore anyone else. Look at her if she is the only one you want but make sure to take a glance at all of them before you go for her. It will look like your shopping for the right one. Ask her how much it costs for the whole night and agree to whatever she says."
"And what if she isn't there at the time?"
The man sighs, "Then I will have to go visit her myself at the brothel. That makes things difficult but it was figured into the plan. In either case the meeting will take place tonight."
Eda gets up and heads for the door but stops short. "Can I see your face?"
"Maybe one day, but why would you want to, you have already seen me before and said that I was cute. Now get a move on," the man replies.
Eda looked back at the shadowed figure before shaking her head and leaving. The whole drive to the brothel she was trying to figure out who she had told was cute. Unfortunately she knew it was a lost cause since she called a lot of men cute.