Assault On OneNight (Part 3)

The doors fully opened, and looking through the open elevator doors into the room, it seemed to be a reception lobby outside an office furnished with couches. A white marble floor that was waxed so clean it reflected the light and white brick walls it was an odd combination. A pool table to the left, and a large pair of wooden doors to what Gyun could only assume were to the leader's office, a desk with a woman behind it on the right. 

Stepping into the room, the light yellow lighting cast a shadow as he walked to the woman at the reception desk. His shoes squeaked on the waxed marble floors as he approached her his hand slowly gripped the pistol. Keeping his eyes on her he stopped in front of the desk. The woman had yet to look at him she continued typing, her eyes glued to the screen in front of her.

Looking her up and down, Gyun sensed no threat from her as she sat behind the desk, she indeed was a secretary.

Turning to look at him," Mr. Andrade is inside waiting for you" Though her voice was calm, Gyun could see the slight shaking of her pupils.

Tilting his head to the elevator, she got the message as she stood up and hurriedly entered the elevator. 

Turning he drew the pistol, pulling back the slide of the gun slightly, exposing the bullet inside. Verifying that his gun was loaded one last time, he approached the pair of ornate and lavish wooden doors. Grabbing the handle, as he turned the handle to open the door, from the other side of the door he heard a muffled. 

Cha-Chik sound

Before a hole was blasted in the door, and Gyun was blasted back the air being knocked out of his lungs. The full spread of a shotgun blast slammed into his armor plate, carrying him off his feet and sending him sliding across the waxed marble floors. 

Coughing he hurriedly scrambled behind one of the couches for cover as the doors were kicked open and a middle-aged Latino man dressed in a designer dress suit stepped into the reception lobby holding a pump action shotgun. 

"Te oí cabron."1 Pumping the shotgun, an empty red shell was ejected as he blasted the couch Gyun hid behind.

The white leather couch's cushion exploded, and a hole was blasted through the couch near Gyun's head. His eyes widening he pointed his gun just over the couch firing a blind pair of shots. Though he felt an immediate surge of pain in his arm as he squeezed the trigger, 

Ducking the man slid across the slippery marble floor to the pool table flipping it over, taking cover behind it.

The sounds of the pair of guns firing within the brick and marble room were deafening, pumping the shotgun again the man fired into the couch again. Gyun calmed his nerves as he slid down to lying on the ground as the man fired into the couches. 

Unwrapping the chain from his left forearm lightly he winced as pain shot through his arm, it was dripping blood. Letting the chain drop to the ground made a clink as it fell to the marble. He rolled up his sleeve tenderly as a shotgun blast hit the marble tile no more than a few centimeters from his foot.

He could hear the man's yells, but as Gyun looked at the damage to his forearm, he winced to himself. Though with the adrenaline he wasn't going into immediate shock, a chunk of his forearm the size of his pinky finger was blown off. Several small metal balls were embedded into his arm around the wound from the initial shotgun shot, he must've been hit by some stray shotgun spread.

He pulled out the shoelaces of his boots, tying them tightly around his arm, to slow the bleeding. Though it seemed to have missed his arteries, he could still bleed out at the rate he was bleeding if didn't get medical attention eventually.

-Fuck this is bad- 

He removed his helmet, groaning in pain as he wiped the beads of sweat from his eyes with his sleeve. Grabbing the pistol with his other hand, luckily for him he had trained both hands to the point of ambidexterity, utilizing both equally. He ejected the magazine which had only a single bullet left in it, reaching into his pocket and grabbing the extra he'd brought with him. Sliding it into the pistol, he closed his eyes as he pushed down the hammer on the back of the gun. 

Poking his head around the couch before ducking back as a shotgun blast nearly blew his head off.

He noted that Andrade was on the far end of the pool table, Gyun recalled that he had yet to hear him reload. Though he wasn't familiar nor had he had a good look at the shotgun Andrade was using but he had counted 4 rounds being fired so far. 

Moving his hair from his eyes, he quietly and carefully moved to the edge of the couch intently listening for the sound of reloading.

Andrade calmly yelled, "Uno de nosotros va a morir esta noche y no seré yo Koreano!"2 but as he did Gyun could hear the sound of reloading.

Gripping his helmet with his injured arm, he gritted his teeth in pain, taking a pair of quick breaths. Shooting as he stood up forcing Andrade behind the pool table, charging forward he fired until the gun clicked empty, before hurling his helmet at him as he ran on. 

The helmet was never meant to hurt Andrade but to distract him, blocking Andrade's vision for just a moment but it was enough as Andrade swatted the helmet down Gyun slid on the slippery floors as Andrade shot just millimeters above his head. Drawing the knife from his back he slashed Andrade's groin, before grabbing hold of the gun and cutting Andrade's wrist causing him to drop hold of the shotgun.

But Andrade was a manager for a reason, grunting with the pain he punched Gyun in the face over and over even as Gyun sliced his body to shreds.

Kneeing him into the stomach, Gyun sliced all across Andrade, but Andrade didn't falter screaming in pain as he swung. Though he had little technique he was a former sicario straight from the cartels of Mexico, with experience in fighting and killing men. 

Ignoring the slashes, he tackled Gyun but was countered with a brutal punch before he could even grab hold of him. Sending him stumbling back into the pool table, gasping for breath, Andrade was having trouble even standing up. 

Gyun was honestly impressed he was even conscious after the blender he'd put him through, he was a dead man anyway Gyun had made sure his knife's attacks were lethal, but to be standing so courageously in the face of death. Even trash has its moments where you can respect it, he remembered the brief profile on Julio Andrade. Growing up in extreme poverty in Sinaloa he was recruited to the cartel at just age 4, where he was raised and trained as their private hitman. 

He was not an exceptionally skilled man but he would rise through the ranks garnering some fame before defecting to leave the cartel and joining 'them'. He became a manager for them, in charge of more than overseeing operations in 3 cities within South Korea after only one year of working under 'them' he would desert his position escaping to Seoul which was under her authority leaving them to where they were now.

Standing shakily through half-open eyes Andrade raised his fists, muttering the words as blood poured out of his wounds.

"Luché toda mi vida por lo que tengo, si no puedo volver a ver a mi familia entonces moriré aquí con el corazón en la manga, ven mi asesino, estoy listo para morir esta noche, ¿y tú?3

Though Gyun didn't understand Spanish much he got the gist of what was said, Andrade was ready to die and he wanted to die fighting. 

Spitting blood from his mouth, he sheathed his blade a faint smile on his face as his normally white teeth now had a red tint from the blood welling up in his mouth after the earlier punches from Andrade.

Raising his fists, he obliged the dying man's wish he wouldn't block nor dodge, whoever died tonight would die.

Closing the distance they exchanged punches though it was Andrade who took a step back, Gyun punched ruthlessly to the body exploiting the numerous cuts on Andrade's body. Before finding an opening for an uppercut to his face connecting to the chin of Andrade.

Swinging wildly with a desperate punch as he fell to one knee losing his balance, Gyun made no effort to dodge it taking it to the face.

Absorbing the punch he traded him for a punch of his own to Andrade's stomach, the man folded over, stumbling back. But the Mexican had more fight in him, roaring as he threw punches desperately, Gyun made no attempt to dodge or block them. He took the punches and landed his own, but his punches landed with overwhelming power.

Following him Gyun punched him over and over as Andrade turtled up with his guard high desperately trying to protect himself, pushing him back to the wall. 

Gyun grabbed Andrade's wrist he pushed his hand down from his chin and delivered a devastating punch to Andrade's chin, dropping him to his knees, his consciousness faded for a moment as his hands fell slightly.

Taking the opportunity, he grabbed Andrade's head and shoved it towards his knee as he shot his knee up into Andrade's face, truly causing Andrade to collapse to the ground. The ground below them was now truly dyed in red as blood splatters primarily from Andrade covered the white marble floors and the pool table.

Breathing through his mouth as Gyun's knee collapsed his nose, Andrade lay on the ground, mumbling under his breath something, reaching into his jacket.

Panting as he wiped the blood from his nose, he quickly stepped forward and with his foot stepped onto Andrade's hand before he could pull anything out. 

"Por favor" 

Even Gyun with the language barrier knew what he was saying, please. Letting his foot off, Andrade pulled out a silver cross, muttering to himself in Spanish as he bled out on the floor.

Gyun had seen everything he needed to see, checking his watch he noticed he had only 3 minutes left. Clicking his tongue he left the dying Andrade on the marble floors of his own reception lobby.

Reaching down he grabbed his helmet, looking at the reflective visor he wiped the blood smeared on it with his sleeve. After a few wipes, the visor reflected the yellow light from the hanging lights from the ceiling.

Pushing his damp hair up from his eyes, he placed the helmet on, as he turned back to Andrade who now lay motionless and quiet. His eyes were closed and Gyun could no longer see his chest rising, he must've bleed out.

Glancing at his watch, he still had 5 minutes left to get out the police would be getting a call in approximately three minutes and they would be here in another two minutes. Searching Andrade's body he found a pair of shotgun shells in the man's jacket, as well a keycard in his pant pocket.

Grabbing Andrade by the wrist, he dragged the man's corpse to his office, stopping in front of a large metal safe. A black screen on the door and a card scanner sat on the door of the safe, one of the perks of working for 'them' was that anything outside what was mentioned in the mission you could keep.

Sliding the card through the scanner, he waited a moment before the safe beeped confirmation, the black panel illuminated and a green handprint appeared on the screen.

In green wording below the hand, it read, 'Hand Geometry Recognition Required', pushing the dead Andrade's hand onto the panel he held it there until the safe beeped a second time. An audible set of clicks could be heard as the safe unlocked, letting the dead man's hand fall to the ground he gripped the handle of the safe.

Opening it he was surprised, inside was only a pair of duffel bags, opening one he peered inside. 

Pushing the visor of his helmet up he looked again, the inside was completely stuffed with US currency, a variety of denominations and though Gyun didn't speak English well he had a basic understanding. 

He could read the numbers on some of the bills, 20, 50, and 100 dollars all in stacks inside a duffel bag. Opening the second bag, it was the same, though he wasn't quite sure about the specifics Gyun realized that this was likely around a few hundred million won and maybe a billion won counting the second bag.

Setting the shotgun down he pushed his visor back down as he zipped the duffel bags close he lifted the pair of bags slinging one onto his back, and the other on his chest. Making sure the bags were secure, he bent down to grab the shotgun again, he set it on the inside of the duffel bag in the front pinning it and hiding it between his armor chest plate and the bag.

Stepping over the corpse of Andrade, he moved out of the office to the elevator, pressing the button to call the elevator.

As he waited he checked his watch, 3 minutes left, but as he did he noticed that his forearm was still bleeding somewhat and dripping blood onto the floor. 

-Don't need those bastards to notice that- 

He unrolled his sleeve covering his wound just as the elevator doors opened, stepping inside he pressed the button to go down to the ground floor. The elevator music droned on as he stepped back as the elevator began descending, he swayed slightly as he stood, and he felt lightheaded from blood loss. Gyun pulled the shotgun shells out of his pocket, loading the shotgun as he waited. 

As the elevator door opened he pumped the shotgun ejecting the empty shell from the shot that had almost taken off his own head. 

He glanced at the shell as it bounced off the floor of the elevator among the calming elevator music there was almost something surreal about seeing the thing that nearly took your life. Silently he slid the shotgun back between the duffel bag and his chest, as his eyes locked onto the empty shotgun shell. 

After a second Gyun scoffed at himself as he stepped off the elevator, walking down the empty hallway. As he got closer to the end of the hallway he could hear music, it wasn't club music, no it was rock music but older.

It sounded retro, very 80's style the guitar riffed just as Gyun stepped onto the dance floor at the end of the hallway. 

Dancing among the corpses of dozen of corpses of guards on the dance floor, was the lead hound. Twirling his fedora on his finger as the other hounds wiped their machetes with the ends of their trench coats.

Hound paused his dancing as he noticed Gyun, he put his fedora on his head slowly as he stepped over the bodies approaching Gyun. Amidst the music, Hound looked at the duffel bags Gyun was carrying.

The other hounds also moved to Gyun's flanks slowly and discreetly, after the lead Hound stood no more than 3 meters in front of Gyun, Gyun raised his injured hand up. 

"Stop," Gyun said over the music, his uninjured hand moved slowly to grab the shotgun hidden by 

Pulling out his phone the lead Hound paused the music, before slowly putting it back into his pocket. "What have you got there Van Gogh?" his voice was abnormally calm, different from the prideful voice he had used before.

There was no use in lying, he took off the duffel bag on his back careful not to expose the shotgun hidden between the front duffel bag and his chest. "Money...lots of money"

He tossed it over to the lead Hound and after a few moments of inspecting the contents of the bag. He nodded to the other Hound's before turning back to Gyun "and the other bag?"

"What about it?"

Hound dropped the bag to the ground, "Well ours feels a bit light, so maybe you can make up for it with yours?" a greedy smile appeared on his face as he took a step forward.

Gyun gripped the handle of the shotgun as he stepped back, "Don't get greedy now"

"We wouldn't be in this line of work if we weren't" Hound pressed forward sliding his hand into his jacket as the other Hounds flanked him slowly moving toward him.

"I guess this is how this goes down huh? Fuck it" Grabbing the shotgun he fired point blank as one of the Hounds leaped forward.