Chapter 5- Respect for the dead (Long chapter incoming)
While driving to the next mission, he decided to call Byron and ask him about Shawn a little. It made him wonder, do the contacts care about the death of the fallen ones?
Byron saw his pocket vibrating, he picked up the phone and raised his brow from seeing the caller. -"Aren't you supposed to do your missions? If you finished them already I'd say you're getting pretty serious"-Byron informed to Blake, even before starting to hear what he had to say.
-"I'm on my way to the second one, I just want to know what are you going to do about Shawn, the planner who was with me in the first mission."- Blake asked, waiting for an answer while rapidly driving through the narrow road.
-"Shawn? ...How does he look like again?"-Byron asked in slight confusion, he barely remembers how his own men look like, so from time to time he would ask how does he look, act and etc.
-"You know.. Brown spiky hair on the half of his head, brown eyes, short..Um.. I'd say he was around 20 something"-Blake responded, he too almost forgot how Shawn looked like before he got shot in the head.
-"Oh yeah what about him?"
-"He died today, you know that right?"-Blake expected Byron to know of this, but it's reasonable for busy people like Byron to forget minor mission details.
-"And? ..Oh god not this again.. Blake, I told you thousands of times, people die here every fucking day. From rookies to rich high ranked guys, what do you think makes that Shawn guy so special that I should give a damn about his mistakes?! Seriously you've been in this business since you turned 18, I thought you'd forget about this damn thing already. He. Is. Dead. End of story. I'm not going to set up a funeral for every idiot who does his job wrong and gets killed for it, you should be considered lucky not to die for the past 7 years.. Others died on their first day, that Shawn guy was here for like what...3 years now? He isn't any different from the others who work here, nobody gets special treatment, end of discussion." -He snarled at Blake, he hated it when people like him ask these questions. If he were to care about every little soul who worked for him, his job would have turned him mad, thinking about the fact that around 10 of his workers die per day. Once proving his point he hung up the call and threw the phone on the ground, slamming it on the hard concrete floor.
Blake sighed, tossing the phone on the driver's seat while holding one of his hands on the wheel. Jesus, I can't believe almost nobody cared about that guy, his friends sure gave a damn about it..Well I guess I can't stop Byron or the other contacts from not giving a shit. He thought to himself and sighed. I should just focus on my own job right now, let's see.. Gotta help those guys over there with stealing back some drugs, should be easy enough. He added, holding the wheel tight while pushing the gas pedal with his foot to increase the speed, leaving tire marks on the asphalt.
Once entering the crime scene with his car, he saw that the mission was just getting started, as he attempted to park the car in a hidden place - the other criminals were already walking towards the building, holding many kinds of fire arms, including tools to busting open the door. He got the ALIG from the trunk and ran towards the location.
A bunch of them surrounded the door, threatening the enforcer to come out and surrender, while one of them attempted to break in from the window. Blake moved in and asked if he could do anything , the criminal whose about to bust open the door said with a grunt that there's no need for backup, and everything is under control. Despite what he said, Blake wasn't so sure, and had the feeling this was some kind of trap.
Suddenly, a group of enforcers came from their hiding spots, just several meters away from the criminals, they lacked in numbers..However they had some accurate snipers on their team. It was only a matter of minutes before the blood began to shed, the criminals noticed the attack, and stroked back with the exact force. Blake helped some of his team-mates, he got hit several times, but he ignored the pain and instead tried to save them from getting killed. Even if he tried to fend off the enforcers, he alone couldn't do it to all of them, he was able to shoot down some targets, yet some of his own got killed as well.
-"Get them! Don't let them get away with the drugs!"-One enforcer shouted, throwing a tear gas grenade at the darting criminals. Successfully hitting a few of them, and taking them out before anything else happens. -"Watch out for that ALIG carrier, stay out of his range!"-The enforcer added, looking around for Blake. He heard the sound of an ALIG commencing to fire once more at his crew, so he knew this can't be any good.
Blake hid behind a wall, reloading his heavy weapon and making sure nobody's close to him. Hearing steps coming from the back, he held the ALIG tight and aimed at the source, an enforcer came to him. Blake panicked, thinking the cops brought some backup to take on him, though this wasn't the case. An enforcer putting his hands in the air slowly approached Blake, the same enforcer who threw the tear gas grenade. He had an idea to make Blake think he's giving up, so he could steal the ALIG, kill him and get back on killing the rest of his foes. Though as easy as he thought it would be, Blake knew these old fashioned tricks, without saying a word he began to fire rapidly at the enforcer, leaving holes all over his chest. Blake shook his head, giving a devious smile at the bleeding corpse. He ran back to help his co workers, but it seemed like it was too late. The remaining criminals were short in number, they hid inside empty trashcans to protect themselves from the surviving snipers still patrolling the roof.
Although he wanted to aim and put bullets all over those sniper's bodies, his ALIG couldn't fire from such a range and hit as effective as it can with close-mid range. So instead of hitting them on the head, an idea came to his mind. While the snipers were busy looking at the other side and reloading, Blake snuck to the hidden criminals and told them the idea. -"Now listen, those snipers can't be hit with our guns...But if we can get up there without them hearing our steps, they wouldn't notice us..And then it's bye bye for them.."-Blake whispered, he kept looking back at the snipers while giving out the plan, to make sure they didn't spot him yet.
The remaining criminals nodded, sneaking to the sniper's post and attempting to attack them from behind. Blake was right behind them, passing them a smoke grenade to throw at the unsuspecting snipers. Blake's co worker threw the grenade with force on the ground, causing it to bounce a little, and release its smoke.
-"Holy shit watch out a smoke grenade!"-One of the snipers warned the rest, seeing the grenade hit and expand the smoke across the post. Despite the warning, it didn't take long before Blake and the crew snuck up like wolves in the fog, viciously attacking the snipers by strangling them and pinning them down on the ground. The smoke vanished from the air quickly, allowing for them to see the results. The three snipers were laying on the floor, all suffocated to death with their eyes and mouths wide open. As if they were frozen solid. They victoriously cheered and roared from the top of their lungs as a success for killing those pesky snipers, however, it was too early to celebrate. The drugs were gone, two enforcers escaped with severe wounds on their bodies, carrying the drugs away from the scene. -"FUCK! I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY GOT AWAY!"-One of the criminals added in rage, throwing his gun on the floor and breathing heavily. -"That's not the worst case..Look around you.."-Blake walked to him, showing the criminal the true loss. From the roof it was clearly seen how the area was full of fatalities, 11 criminals came... Only 3 survived. The enforcers were short in number, but due to the sniper's great aim, they took down a huge portion of their enemies. Originally being only 6, three snipers and three other enforcers. Blake placed his forehead on his hand, the terror of seeing such bloodshed caused an uneven feeling in his corrupt mind. But just like any day of the week, no funerals were made, and everyone else moved on with their lives as if this never happened.