Chapter 6- Forget it ever happened

Blake and the remaining criminals planned on heading back to Byron's, there's no time to mourn, nor a need to care too much. After all, criminals die every day, thinking about every single one of them is bound to drive you mad. The two other surviving criminals were in terrible condition, they could barely keep up with Blake. One was suffering from a broken leg and a bleeding wound near his neck, the other was shot in the chest and lost a lot of blood on the way. It didn't take long till they collapsed, falling near Blake's feet and covering his soles with blood as he stepped away from them. He sighed, took a cigarette from his pocket and continued to walk towards his parked car. You can't do anything now...Just leave and forget Blake..Forget this ever happened- He said to himself with his head lowered, inhaling the fumes and exhaling them through his nostrils. Throwing the cigarette away as quickly as he lit it.

Blake drove back to the HQ, feeling a little nervous about telling Byron what happened in that mission. But he couldn't just lie to him and tell they are alive, lying would make him in even more trouble than he already is. Despite Byron not caring for his men, losing many at once so quickly can make him pretty furious. Blake parked the car near the entrance, walking towards the door and taking a deep breath before opening it. Just tell him what happened, be calm..Don't show any signs of guilt on you..REMAIN CALM-These words kept whispering through his head, he wanted them to stop yet they intensified the closer he walked to Byron. When he was finally near him, the whispering stopped.

-"Well look who's back, How was the mission?"-Byron smiled, a surprising reaction from him when he was angry as hell just around an hour ago.

-"It..Had a little flop. We lost the drugs, and some members."-Blake replied, trying to hide away the true facts for a while.

-"Where's everyone else? They should be lining up for the next mission by then..Are they still there or something?"-Byron took a look behind Blake's shoulder, seeing if any of the criminals are approaching the door.

-"T-They..Died..All of them..I tried to protect them but I couldn't do it, all 10 of 'em died today. Two were alive with me, but died shortly after from their heavy wounds and bleeding. I warned them all, that this is a trap- no mission is THAT easy..But they didn't listen, and died from their mistakes.."-Blake replied, stuttering slightly and speaking a little louder than Byron.

-"You...I can't believe it..YOU KILLED MY BEST MID RANKED MEN! YOU COULD HAVE SACRAFICED YOURSELF INSTEAD YOU FUCKING MORON!"-His mood quickly changed from happy to angry once more, yelling at Blake's face. -"You could have prevented this...You could have killed those damn cops!-" Byron continued to burst his anger on Blake.

-"I COULDN'T DO JACK SHIT, YOU THINK I CAN JUST KILL THEM ALL WITH AN ALIG? THERE WERE FUCKING SNIPERS UP THERE..I COULDN'T AIM ON THEM AT ALL!-"Blake screamed back at Byron, unleashing his rage as well. -"THIS WHOLE THING IS YOUR FAULT, YOU SENT US THERE AND YOU KILLED THEM!"-Blake pushed him aside, staring angrily at his eyes.

-"You really think I'd put all of you in a mission if I were to know it was a sting?! YOU THINK I HAVE NO BETTER THINGS TO DO THAN SEND MY OWN MEN TO DIE, KNOWING THAT SAME MISSION IS A STING OPERATION BY THOSE COCK SUCKING COPS?! I can't prevent those cops from sending stings to you, those guys were morons to not know.. Like yourself.. Blaming me for what the cops did..-"Byron replied with the same amount of anger on Blake, holding his fist in his hands and giving him a strong punch. The punch hit him so hard in the face that he fell on the floor on his back. -"You're dismissed...I'll notify you if any missions pop up..Do not piss me off again Blake, or it will go bad for you"-He got closer to Blake, staring at him and tightly holding the edge of his shirt. Then loosing the grip and letting Blake's head hit the hard floor.

With no choice, Blake got up and left like it was nothing, the pain was huge but he knew that if he were to show pain to Byron, he would be considered a weakling. As he got out of the HQ, he wiped away the running blood from his lips and nose with his arm, leaving blood marks over his black shirt. The blood still leaking from there, dripping on the pavement outside. He ignored the bleeding and went to get into his car and drive home, suddenly he saw something that made him crouch and hide behind the car instead. It was an enforcer vehicle chasing down a runaway criminal in a black fancy Vegas that was presumably stolen. The last thing Blake needed are more cops, so he hid behind his car, and peeked from the window to see what's going on. Suddenly, he sees a female enforcer coming out of the front door window of the police car, aiming a gun to the runaway's car tires to puncture them.

The runaway looking back at the shooting enforcer, he didn't notice the car driving straight to a streetlight, and crashed into it with the front of the stolen Vegas all damaged and the engine releasing smoke from the collapse. Blake raised his brow from the scene, he was surprised by the sheer accuracy of that woman who shot the tires. The police vehicle parked right next to the broken Vegas, with two female enforcers coming out of it and pointing their guns at the runaway criminal leaving the car with his hand in the air. One approached him while the other made sure he wasn't going to run any longer by pointing the pistol on his forehead from a few centimeters away. The enforcer pinned the runaway criminal into the wall, giving him a quick body search and using handcuffs to arrest him. The task was done quickly, the two enforcers dragging the man to the back and leaving without a trace.

(Sorry for the rather short chapter this time, I'll make it up to you in the continuing ones ^^)