eXecustion

Nothing was my way that day. The enforcer carried my body out with my hands in handcuffs. My whole body was numb. I could not even move a finger as I was dragged out of the house. I could see but only that, spectate my father's body being examined by other enforcers. I wanted to tell them where the scumbag went but the only thing that came out were my tears.

The whole neighborhood was there, I could hear them with their nasty comments as if I was the one who did this, I even heard curses from those whom we thought we could trust. I could not see them but I recognized their voices. Traitors. All of them.

I was placed behind an enforcer truck, I felt like a criminal as the doors shut me in darkness and the sound of a locking mechanism could be heard. I could hear the words of an enforcer shouting detained and en route. My ears were muffling, I felt so heavy, how can one machine make one so powerless?

Meanwhile, as I was being transported somewhere, you would wonder what happened to the man. I can not tell you exactly how it went but it is as I think. The man arrived at a desolate building in a shady alleyway. There was a poor woman who was begging for spare change from him. He stopped walking, looked at the woman, and whispered something to her. Her expression changed from looking poor and innocent to seriously ugly and determined to point a way for him. She told him to go through a hole on the side of the building and he was waiting for him.

The man did not think twice and questioned it and followed her instructions. As the man entered, he saw another man in a gray coat, he had no hair and he had a dark almond type of skin glow with a neutral look on his face. The man asked my father's murderer if he completed the task. There you would know the man tried explaining to the other that he was delayed and the package was busted by some brat over by Northern District section 2. The other man was not happy, how do I know? He shot him in the leg. There it switches from briefing to execution. The man started pleading for a second chance to prove himself to the boss and that he would retrieve the package. He shot him in the head. Then the man said the boss does not take a second chance too lightly. At that moment a radio spoke and asked for the agent to respond. The man responded that the agent was there. The voice asked if he had acquired the package. The agent reported that the subject failed.

The voice instructed him to dispose of the body. 

"Fred, do not fail to remember you are expendable too, fail to prove your worth to me and consider yourself burned too. We understand. Good now clear this mess and get to base. Do clean quick, we will deal with GATE."

What a mess Fred said looking at the man's body.