I walked up to the warehouse door, stopped dead. There was a note pinned to the door with a push pin, I read it aloud,
"D'Amico boys will be there Kyle, be careful, it's at 45 21st street. Be safe. Sgt Marcus W." it read. I crinkled up the note and opened the door, the alarm blaring.
"KYLE!" Mindi screamed, shutting the alarm off. I pulled the Makarov from my house out of my waist band and locked the slide back. I dug out some magazines out of one of the many boxes, loading the 9mm cartridges into the magazine as fast as I could; tears had begun to flow from my eyes. Mindi touched my face; I looked at her, my tears dripping off my chin and onto the loading table. She kissed me; I dropped the magazine and kissed back, full power. She wrapped her arms around me and held me close.
Frankie was sitting in a rather uncomfortable chair, D'Amico boys guarding him. Frankie didn't want to do this, as much as he didn't like Kyle he would never do this to him if it weren't forced.
"Don't look at me like that." One of the bigger guys said as Frankie's gaze landed on him.
"Fuck you." Frankie said, the guy got up but the guy sitting across from Frankie put his hand up for him to stop.
"Frankie, let's get this straight. The only reason you're still alive is because we need you as bait to lure Bloody Hood here." His name was Leslie, his street name: Killa7. Why the faggot ass nick name, it was his screen name on Runescape back in college. He used to be one of them stereotype geeks, thick black glasses, pocket protector, the whole shebang.
"Then what is the father doing here?" he asked.
"You are a diversion for The Hood, so I have time to prepare the surprise party." Killa7 replied.
I had just finished screwing the silencer onto the pistol and slipping it into my waistband, now fully dressed in my costume. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was fucking insane, this was suicide. Why hadn't Marcus alerted the cops? Because they would arrest me probably, Mindi was suited up too, screwing her silencer onto her pistol. She looked at me in my formfitting shirt, she touched my pecs, my abdomen.
"Never really noticed your physique." She said. On the surface, she looks like a girl who can handle herself, but in reality, she's just like any other girl. I smiled and kissed her neck slowly, I felt the goosebumps pop up on her skin as I did so. She groaned,
"We really need to get going." She said, eyes closed.
"You're right." I muttered, stopping my actions.
It was an abandoned warehouse near the docks. We were about a hundred feet from the building before I noticed the two guards camping out in front of the door. I aimed my gun, firing the bullet out, the bullet rocketing into the first guards skull and I shifted to the second, firing again. The bullet hurdled through his throat as he collapsed to the ground, blood gurgling from his throat. We traversed the distance in no time, reaching the door and peeking in through the key hole. No one, but my dad, who was strapped to a chair in the middle of the room.
"This is a trap." Mindi said. I nodded, looking up at the drainage pipe lining the side of the structure. I grabbed hold and said,
"Follow me." Pulling myself up and struggling to keep grip as I scaled the building. When I reached the top, after almost falling a billion times, I snuck silently across the roof and to the open skylight. I peered in, spying a passing guard. I grabbed him by the throat and dragged him up wards, driving my fist into his forehead repeatedly until he fell limp. I let him go, letting him slide down the rooftop and drop to the asphalt below. I dropped in silently, drawing the Makarov as soon as my feet touched the ground. Mindi followed after me, cautious as well. She drew her silenced Sig and we began traversing the rafters, spying my father. A guy walked out of the shadows, toting a SCAR-H. He paced by my dad, smacking him one across the face with the butt of the rifle. I wanted to shoot but Mindi kept my arm locked in place.
"Wait" she mouthed. Sure enough, five other guys walked out from the shadows, seemingly guarding my father. Most of them were dressed up in spec-ops uniforms, armed with SCAR-H rifles and other armaments that I couldn't see in the darkness.
"We're gonna have to play this from the shadows." She said.
"Easy for you to say, you aren't the one wearing all white." I retorted. She me over,
"Good point." she said, "Fuck It." she and I dropped off the rafters, landing behind barrels of something. I put my gun between the barrels, making the metal shriek briefly.
"Am I the only motherfucker who just heard that?" one of the men yelled in a heavy I New York accent. I mouthed, "Fuck".