A/N Sorry I took so long! I had to rewrite this chapter because before it was dead boring. So, enjoy!

Chapter 3- Breach

Julio Gonzalez was a vendor in Bogotá. He sold candy, newspapers, and phone cards. He worked from 1:00PM to 6:00PM. Julio got up in the morning in his small apartment and took a bath. He would then have his breakfast of toast and eggs. He would brush his teeth, put on a yellow shirt, jeans, and cap. He would get in his small two-seater that had more scrapes than a street fighter. His car would rumble down streets for ten minutes until he got to his small stand. He would use his key to unlock it and start selling. At six, he would get back in his car, and drive back home. Julio would go to sleep until midnight, and wake up again for his other job.

His boss, who he did not really know, would call ten minutes after he woke up if he had a job for him. When his boss called, he would give Gonzalez all the information he needed, and Julio would get an appropriate disguise, his silenced P99 and get in his scraped up car. Some idiot named Ignacio Salvador needed to get whacked, according to the boss.

Sometimes the boss would tell him the location of where to pick up a vehicle, or tell him to get his behind on a plane. This time, the boss had told him to pick up a 1998 black corvette five blocks down. He drove there, picked it up from one of his co-workers, and drove to Hotel de la Playa.

12:30

Murray couldn't get to sleep. The adrenaline from his last race was still zooming through his veins. He had won another trophy in an illegal street race under his alias, Ignacio Salvador. He was currently in Hotel de la Playa, which meant Beach Hotel. He had a good view of the huge beach from here.

Murray rolled and turned on his bed but he couldn't get to sleep. He got up and looked out of the window. The streets were deserted except for some gangsters, a taxi, and a black car. The car stopped in front of the hotel. Murray stepped away from the window and sat down on his bed. His cell phone rang and he answered it.

"Hey Murray, old buddy!" Bentley said.

"Hey Bentley! I won another cup! How's Penelope?" he responded.

"Fine. Listen, I need you to send that package I gave you to California. I'll send you the other information in a message when it's morning over there." Murray responded with an affirmative and hung up.

Downstairs, the manager was asking Julio how long he was staying. A minute later, he was a rumpled heap on the ground with a bullet in his chest. Julio knew that for safety reasons, the manager had a pistol stuck under the desk. He had to be killed.

Murray, meanwhile, was getting the package that Bentley had given him about a month ago in Nunavut. He had said that he might need delivering someday. He had said that it was some power core with an incredible amount of something that could blow up a building if not handled properly or something. He hadn't really been paying attention. Someone suddenly knocked.

"Uh, yes?" Murray called.

"Fire! There's a fire!" the other person screamed. Murray flung the door open. The man smiled and Murray saw that he had been carrying a gun.

He did the only thing that popped into his mind. He jumped. Apparently the man hadn't been aiming to kill. He had been planning to shoot his knee. The shot got buried in the floor. Murray landed and gave the man a great big sucker punch. The man flew to the wall and cracked it. He landed, unconscious. Murray knelt, stomped the floor and grabbed the man when he flew up into his arms. Murray threw him on a chair and sat on the bed. Now he just had to wait.

Julio knew that this Ignacio person thought he was knocked out. He had been wearing a Kevlar vest. The Kevlar had apparently protected him from much of the blow. He felt that he was tied on a chair with rope. Julio slid a knife out of his sleeve and began cutting through the rope. When that was done, he opened one eye.

Ignacio was in the bathroom, doing who knows what. Julio got up, the stiletto knife in one hand. He didn't have time to look for his gun.

He heard his strong adversary turn off the tap. Julio kicked the door down and jumped in. Ignacio was not there. Unless… too late. Murray jumped out from behind the curtains, and knocked Julio back into the room. There was no more time to pretend knockouts. He jumped up and threw the knife. It grazed Murray's cheek and got stuck in the wall. Murray lunged but Julio jumped out of the way. He used this opportunity to grab Salvador's head and smash it against the window. He elbowed Julio in the ribs, head in the window and everything, knocking his air out.

"Good one, Ignacio." Julio called from the bed.

"I'm not Ignacio. I'm Murray!" he screamed and jumped for the elusive assassin. Julio jumped on Murray's back and tried jumping behind him. It didn't work. The roof was too low for such a manoeuvre. He hit his head on the lamp and fell. Murray landed belly-down on the bed, but quickly picked himself up again. Julio ran for the knife. When he had his hand curled around it, Murray rammed into him with his shoulder. They smashed right through the wall!

Julio was out now, but Murray heard screeches from outside. He looked out the window, just to see a limo parked outside. Five men with Uzis filed out.

"Looks like some people want their skulls smashed! Up here, dumb-dumbs!" he called. He felt more pumped than he had in a while. Murray returned to his room, collected everything including the package, and left. By left, you might have thought I meant out into the hall. But you're mistaken. By "left" I meant jumped out the window.

Murray was on the second floor, so he landed on the limo without any injuries. He plopped down on the floor and ran to the hotel garage. He got inside the "Lady Victory" the Cooper van's new name. He blasted through the garage door, heading to the beach. The men with Uzis started shooting down at him. The Victory was armoured so he didn't mind. The men also decided to jump down, back onto their limo. They got inside and chased him. The limo could open all of it's windows at once, so they stuck their heads and arms out and began shooting him. Murray drove down the wooden stairs to the beach itself.

The water was black like ink and the sand appeared bluish. It was 1:00AM.

The man was on a plane to California when he found out that Julio had failed. He told his lead henchman, Dmitri Alexandrov to send the five elites.

"He already sent one package. I'm sure he still has the second!" he hissed at Alexandrov.

"Yes sir," Dmitri replied. The man hung up and smiled to himself. The elites would not fail.

Murray was getting away. His superior driving skills were too much for those clowns. They continued shooting. He suddenly heard a noise and began spinning in circles. They had shot out his tire. He decided to stop.

They got out of the limo, Uzis in hand and surrounded the van. They closed in. Murray got into the back. When they were right at the sides of the van, Murray smashed the back doors open. The doors hit two henchmen that were standing right at the back. Murray knew these guys were tough, so he reached under the doors, grabbed their feet, pulled and smashed them into the ground. He hadn't gotten a good look at them. They wore black suits and a white mask covered their faces. The masks had no mouth, but two black holes that served as eyes. Murray jumped back inside and when the next henchman jumped into view, Murray closed the doors, getting him stuck in the middle. He gave the henchman a good punch in the face… well… mask. The man flew out and the doors opened again. Three down, two to go. Murray jumped out. One was on top of the van, reloading his Uzi. The other was running at Murray with two daggers. Murray noticed that these guys, unlike Julio, were organized and had who knows how many weapons. The Uzi guy started shooting. Murray ran out, scooped down low and picked up a rock. He then gave the dagger guy an uppercut, and threw the rock right in front of the Uzi guy's gun barrel. His hand shook wildly because of the rock blocking the barrel. Murray jumped up and punched the guy right of the van. He then jumped back down, right on time to grab the dagger guy's hands, and plunge them into the sand. He then punched the other guy in the face, and threw him into the inky water. Murray grabbed the dagger guy by the collar.

"Who sent you?" he asked matter-of-factly.

"Give me the package," he responded in a vaguely Russian accent.

"The wha… oh no." Murray knocked the guy out, got in his van, and drove away. He fumbled with his cell phone in one hand, but managed to call Bentley.

"Watcha need, buddy?" Bentley asked groggily. It seemed as though calling Murray had been the last thing Bentley had done before hitting the hay.

"Some guys attacked me," he said quickly. "They knew about the package. There's been a breach."

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