Chapter 11: Montage Music is needed Pt.2

Wednesday, September 16, 2006

2:48 am

Houston, Texas

3rd Person Pov.

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The waters by Port Houston were as calm as they had ever been. Although the skies were overcast, gently moving water is heard throughout the air while the port is oddly enough void of noticeable insects. Neither were there any seagulls out for a late-night hunt; in fact, it was as if they all left the area thoroughly. Besides the light waves crashing on the shore and the back-and-forth traffic far in the distance, the port was almost an area of tranquility.

...Keyword being "Almost," As on the far side of the port, at Dock 02, several cars are seen parked, hidden to the best they can next to a storage warehouse. Around the outside of the building were a couple of men carrying Colt M4 submachine guns lazily patrolling the area. Some were trying to fight the boredom with a game of cards, while others were in their corner, occasionally letting out a yawn or two in the air. Currently, two guards guard the front; one was drinking some cheap beer while the other lit a fresh cigarette.

"Hey." guard 1 said after finishing his drink, getting his friend's attention as he took a drag.

"Hmmm?" ask guard 2.

"You ever wonder... why the fuck we're here?"

Blowing out some smoke, guard 2 looked up towards the night in deep thought, "I don't know, man, but that's one of life's great mysteries. Why are we here? Are we the product of some cosmic coincidence, or is there a God watching everything? You know, with a plan for all of us and stuff. I don't know, man, but it keeps me up at night. God damn, does it keeps me up."

...Slowly turned his head with a look of confusion; guard one just stared at his friend for a moment. "What the hell are you on about? I met; why are we here, in Texas, in the middle of the night?!"

"Oh. Uhh...yeah, that's right."

"What was all that shit about God?"

"Uh...hm? Oh, that was nothing."

"...You wanna talk about it?"

"No."

"You Sure?"

"Who are you, my Ma?! And you already should know why we're here. The boss said that some big drug martell from Mexico wanted to reconnect with the Costa Family and wanted to make a deal. So, we were sent to ensure there wasn't any funny business. You know, since we're some of the best."

Guard 1 snorted at this, "More like some random smocks that he saw first to throw this job to. Speaking of which, it's been what 3 hours now? Where the hell is he?!"

"Why the fuck are you asking me like I know anything?"

"Gee, like that's not the first time that happened." guard one stated, getting his partner to give him the bird, which he ignored. "But that's beside the point; we didn't come here from New York just to sit on our asses all fucking night!"

His companion only shrugged, "Well, put it this way. At least we're not inside like others; you can practically cut the tension from out here."

"...Yeah, You got me there." cringing a bit and hoping that he does have to go inside, the mobster continued, "You know who I blame for this, that fucking douchebag that Billy has been talking to. You know, the new top guy with the weird forehead acts like some big shot; what was his name, Joseph or something."

"Shoooohhhh, will you keep damn voice down. It's bad news if you're caught bad-mouthing one of the big man's #1 guy, or is he the only #1 guy I can't remember? Anyway, I heard from some of the boys that he goes by only Hammerhead nowadays. Some say he's some psycho will to put down anyone who talks shit about him or the big man."

"Tch, what kind of dumbass name is Hammerhead anyway, plus what's with you believing that this "Big Man" guy. Trust me, kid, it's probably someone trying to scare off the Maggia families. You'll always see it in movies; at the end of the day, it's probably some fat shit that is getting lucky back home."

"But to be that lucky for this long, isn't it a bit far fetch to say things like that."

Guard one waved him off dismissively, "Yeah, whatever you say, kid. All I know now is that I need to take a piss; keep an eye on things, would you." he said with a grunt as the older man left the area towards the back of the warehouse.

"But wouldn't we suppose to guard this place in pars"

"I will only be a minute, plus it's not like anyone else will show up!" Guard 1 said before disappearing around a corner, leaving the younger two alone. He sighed in irritation as he pulled out a new cigarette seeing that his previous one was already practically used up. As the young gangster lights the cigarette, he stops halfway after hearing an audible *click* from behind him. Turning in confusion, his gaze was met by the barrel of a Glock 19 with a silencer so close to his eye that it could be jammed inside if the guard leaned slightly forward. Yet non of that matter as the silhouette holding the gun squeezes the trigger.

"... one batch."

Guard 1 lets out a sigh of relief as he does his business, failing to notice the sound of a *pew* in the background. "Awwww, much better. I should get back before the kid takes my sit," he said before turning around towards where he came from as a clad figure followed behind him in the shadows. Nearing a corner, he notices what seems to be his partner lying on the ground as if taking a nap. "What the...Hey kid, wake your ass up! Just because you're tired, doesn't mean you can- Jesus Chr-*Humph*!!" the guard exclaimed in horror seeing his younger colleague having a golf ball size hole in his eye socket as is, plus slowly feeling ground around his corpse. Yet, before he could say anything, a hand covered his mouth from behind as a large hunting knife stabb deep in the neck. The guard let out a muffled cry of pain before his attacker, with significant effect, pushed the knife into the wound, opening his throat even more. Blood was oozing out of the man's neck as he was long dead before the attacker finished.

"...Two batch."

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Meanwhile, the warehouse was filled with various mafia and cartel members. Despite being forced to wait hours, the tension mentioned earlier wasn't utterly present as most individuals found ways to pass the time. Some talked to one another while others gathered around and played some cards; hell, a few just said "fuck it" and found a quiet place to take a nap. All and all, most of the criminals in the building were trying not to let the stress of the whole thing get to them...well, all but two, of course.

"You know what, FUCK THIS SHIT!!!!!!" yelled a bold middle-aged man wearing sunglasses indoors as he stood up from his seat, alternating some of his still awake men to attention. He went to grab a nearby duffel bag showing a considerable amount of cocaine but was stopped once his wrist was roughly grabbed.

"And where the hell do you think you're going, White?" asked a slightly older man mainly wearing business casual attire, yet shows to have bags under his eyes and are close to bloodshot." The deal hasn't gone, so I advise you and your boys to sit your happy asses back down."

The man, now known as White, snatches his arm back while glaring at the Maggia member. "While you can consider the deal off! I did not come all this way to break bread with the Costa's just to be stood up all night by this Russo guy. If this is how I will be treated by your bosses, then fuck them, and fuck you for following such dumbasses! Jesse! Tell the others to pack up; let these shitheads have their slumber party." he turned around to leave but was stopped again after hearing gun hammers being pulled. "Son, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Yeah, that ain't happening, White. I was given pacific orders from the family to make sure this deal goes through once Russo gets here." the substitute leader stated as he pulled his gun out and aimed it at White, which prompted everyone else to seek their weapons at each other. The warehouse went quiet as everyone was locked in a large Mexican stand-off. This continued for a good minute; everyone desperately tried to keep their focus. He was waiting for someone to be the first to pull the trigger. *crash* White was about to say something, but before he could get a word out, the sound of glass breaking echoed throughout the area. Many armed men watch a spray can-like object bounce a few times across the room toward the substitute leader.

"What in the fu-" *Booooommm* the spray can explode viciously in front of him, giving surgery Burns throughout his entire upper body, killing him in an Instant and, at the same time, releasing a large amount of smoke that's spread throughout the building. Caught in total shock, everyone else scrambled for cover, but it was difficult as the building-up smoke screen was tear gas.

"We've been had!!!! These Al Capone wannabes *cough* b-bought the fucking feds here!!!!!"

"Don't you go blaming us!!! We finally ensured we weren't follo-Aaaaagghh it's in my mouth!!"

"My eyes!! I can't see, I can't see!!!"

"A-Air....*cough* I-I need...some god damn...air...."

Complete chaos ensues as everyone struggles to breathe with their eyes, nose, and mouth burning from the gas. Some fired shots randomly in a panic while a few smart ones made a beeline toward the nearest exit. Before someone could even make it outside, he was immediately shot point blake in the skull. Stepping over the corpse, the figure entered the warehouse closing the door behind them.

"...Penny and a dime." the figure said; its voice was masculine but slightly muffled due to the gas mask he currently wore. As he walked into the building, more and more details of this man appeared through the very little light still there, such as his dark green jacket and the light reflecting from what seemed to be dog tags hanging off his neck. However, his entrance didn't go unnoticed, as one of the drug dealers noticed him coming from outside.

"Hey!!!, Who the fuck are yo-" Not wasting a single moment, the unknown man immediately shot the drug dealer in the neck with his silence Glock 19. This, in turn, caught the attention of the few of White's men that could still see. "I think I see a cop!!" one yelled out while the others took aim and fired, forcing their attacker to hurry behind nearby crates for cover, though not before shooting the one that called him out in the chest. Seeming to plan as he was quickly getting out-gun, maneuvering has aimed slightly, the masked Gunner shot one of the mafia members he made out from the smoke.

"Jimmy!!?!!!" one of them cried out before he and his fellow members fired back, this time at the Martell's. "You are two-timing assholes!!" the criminal meeting place became a three-way warzone. Bullets flew all over between the two groups turning on one other, some still under the effects of the tear gas. Meanwhile, a single masked man was moving from cover to cover, using the confusion and gas to his advantage to kill as many criminal groups as possible. Making sure none of them leaves this warehouse alive.

It wasn't until an accidental shot to an unknown flammable container which killed the remaining of Costa's members, that White and his men turned their killing intent on the masked assailant; this did not deter the Gunner, however, has he opted out his Glock 19 for two of the mafia members Heckler & Koch MP5 before getting out of cover and firing back. Letting out a war cry, he continued the gunfire barrage while noticing White breaking for the exit. Turning one of the guns towards him, White nearly was able to avoid death, only getting shot in the leg though he could not walk now.

Hearing the drug lord in pain and knowing he wouldn't be going anywhere, the Gunner returned to dealing with the others but failed to notice Jesse before getting bashed in the back of the head with a chair, dropping one of his guns. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jesse immediately choked the staggering Gunner while wrestling MP5 away from him. Bullets were going off randomly as the two struggled back and forth, Jesse tried to use the gas mask against him by pushing it in his eyes and pulling it off, yet he was wearing a ski mask underneath. However, seeming to be physically stronger if the two, the Gunner forcefully maneuvers Jesse's body with his own and then pushes him into a wall back first. He then repeatedly bashed the wall with Jesse's skull, forcing the drug dealer to ease his grip slowly. Once he did so, the masked Gunner quickly escaped Jesse's hold on while yanking and twisting his arm outward, and with a battle cry, he brought his elbow down on that arm... *Snap*

"AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Jesse let out a well of pain as his arm was snapped in half, not realizing the barrel of the MP5 that was still in his broken arm's hand was aimed at his face. Blood sprayed all over Gunner's mask as flashes of the MP5's muzzle went off until the gun was empty; he watched the faceless corpse of Jesse slowly slump to the ground until quickly grabbing it and using it as a shield to block that incoming crossfire from the two remaining Costa members. Using the corpse as a human shield, he rammed it into one of them, leaving the body on top of him as he went after the other before he could aim, brandishing his combat knife. The two men fought for control until a vicious headbutt from the Gunner did his opponent when he saw that the other Mafia member was getting up. So pushing the Costa member onto a shipping crate hard, making him stun and losing the grip on the gun; the Gunner quickly grabbed it in mid-air and put a bullet between the eyes of the member that was up to his feet.

After stabbing the remaining criminal left in the neck and bashing the back of his head repeatedly against the crate, the Gunner finally took a moment to regain his composure as the adrenaline left his body. He looked around to see if anyone was still alive, only to find a blood trail coming from White as he crawled his way to the exit. The Gunner walked towards White while taking off his masked, relieving the slightly bloody scar face of a Caucasian male roughly around his late thirties. His black hair was in the style of a military cut slit-back, with a few bangs of hair covering the large scar on the left side of his forehead. His cold blue eyes glare daggers at the fleeing form of White before picking up a nearby pistol off the floor and shooting him in the shoulder.

The drug lord once again cried out in pain as he looked up, only to see the Gunner standing over him, his face highlighted by the flames within the warehouse. "W-Wait, Wait!!! Please, don't kill me!!!" White pleaded. "I-I can get anything, anything you want!! Money, women, just name it, and I got you; don't kill me, please!! I-I have a wife, a wife, and ki-Aaaaggghhh!!!" he was cut off by a swift stomp to his leg wound.

"Alright then...let's talk." The Gunner before pistol-whipping White until he was unconscious. Grabbing the man by his jacket collar, the unknown gunman dragged him outside, leaving even more blood behind him. He stopped momentarily and turned towards a far corner with a hidden camera.