Chapter 25.

Zach's POV.

Part two.

The interior was dark with only a few flickering lights, illuminating the surroundings. I had to strain my eyes in order to see my way around.

Hesitantly I stepped forward into the barely lit room. I made extra care to not make a sound.

After a few feet I was able to hear voices of some people around the upcoming corner. They were talking about random shit just like the two out fronts were.

I moved my hand behind my back taking out my knife once again.

As I neared them a horrible smell assaulted my nostrils. A smell that I was all too familiar with but not one that I thought I would ever smell here.

The Smell of dead decomposing bodies.

A lot of them.

I hesitantly turned the corner and noticed that the guards were wearing gas masks to block out the smell. I was curious as to how they were unaffected by the smell.

This was it.

My knife was ready, and my mind was numb to the killing. I moved in through the thick haze of decomposing body smoke and plunged my knife into the forehead.

"GAh-." He died almost instantly.

However, his partner heard his last breath and looked over towards him. I was standing in his place holding his dead friend.

"You bastard!"

He screamed and pulled out his gun, pointing it at me. I didn't freeze nor falter I looked him dead in the eyes.

"Do it. I dare you." I spoke.

His hand started to shake and sweat fell down his brow. He had just lost, and he didn't even know it yet.

I slowly walked forward making sure to never leave his sight. He was too scared to even move or pull the trigger.

I get right next to him and whisper.

"Sorry, but you lost." I then plunge my knife up through his chin and into his brain killing him.

I feel the blood trickle down my arm, it's warm and the scary thing is, it's not entirely unpleasant.

'When did I become so used to blood and killing.' I thought as I continued on my way.

There were a few more guards walking around, patrolling and I took care of each of them with ease. I couldn't help but think that I saw a lot of guards and not a lot of drugs or weapons which concerned me.

What concerned me was the fact that I had been killing their guys for a while and no one had alerted any alarms, nor have they even found their bodies.

It's like they don't care about them at all.

"What the hell is going on." I mumbled out loud.

After I spoke, I immediately knew that I should have kept my thoughts to myself. As a guard walked by right that second.

"Intruder!" He yelled and immediately pulled his gun on me.

"Freeze, hands in the air! NOW!" He yelled.

Luckily, I was wearing a mask so he couldn't see my face. I wanted to find the main man behind the trafficking, so I complied with his demands and put my hands up in the air.

The sooner that he took me to his boss, the sooner that I could gather hard core evidence and then be done with my mission.

Or so I thought.

"Kill him." A voice rang out over the man's walkie talkie.

"A Fuck." I spoke.

Things just got even more complicated.