INTRODUCTION
7:00 PM MONDRAGON WAREHOUSE...
A man in a black jacket cocked his forty five caliber pistol as an indication for everyone to get ready.
He was stomping the ground, walking fast and rushing towards the back of the old warehouse as he attached the suppressor to his silencers, he was also wearing the earpiece that was given to him beforehand.
"Situation Victor?" He asked discreetly as he slid his gun at the back of his pants.
"Ready, sir!"
The man named Victor kept walking around on the top floor of the building. He was roaming his eyes around, his eyes on full alert as he kept on guard.
When he heard the speaker's response, he fixed his black cap, feeling complacent that he even calculated every motion and action before he looked up at the height of the building that was near them.
"Echo, Romeo, Oscar?"
"Ready, sir!" The three answered in unison.
"Men, wait for my signal."
"Yes, sir!" They said altogether.
Four of his men surrounded every corner of the top of the building while there was a broad space inside the warehouse where his boss was talking to an aged Chinese National together with his own underlings.
Everyone was on guard, looking around and were even focused on the negotiation.
There were almost fifty men inside that were carrying long caliber guns while guarding the entire perimeter of the warehouse.
"Thank you for coming, Mr. Tang." His boss greeted the old Chinese with rejoicing.
"Of Course! It's you Mr. Mondragon! " The old man said with a smile on his face.
His right hand man came slightly closer and whispered.
"They’re coming boss, ten minutes remaining."
"Good," is the only answer of the boss.
They were waiting for the arrival of the product that their boss purchased from abroad from the Chinese as a supplier.
His boss’s business is to buy and sell smuggled items, this time the product came from China and so far, this deal is currently their biggest transaction.
A few moments later, five tracks of a wing van arrived.
"Marco, secure the area," their boss commanded his right hand man.
He immediately complied and left with ten of his men.
Their boss had an undeniably great trust with his right hand man.
He has been working for Mr. Mondragon for so long that operations and transactions that are big as this are being taken care of and trusted by him.
The boss turned to him when he returned. "Dave, check it."
"Yes boss," He immediately complied with the order and approached the vehicles.
The boss trusts him so much ever since he saved him from grave danger long ago.
"Open the truck," Dave told the driver.
The truck was called and identified as a wing van. As the doors of the van slowly opened, what was inside it was exposed.
His gaze wandered over the visible cargo that was inside. He scanned them carefully.
There were long rifles and packets of what seemed like white powder. Even if he didn't double check it, he clearly knew what was inside.
"It's complete boss," he said.
The boss gave a brief nod. Dave noticed that there was something off about it as if there's something to dread and be worried about.
"Boss, is everything okay?" He asked, obviously astonished.
The boss nodded again.
A few moments later, the two groups met at the center to finally settle the deal.
On a small table there he placed an attaché case and opened it for them to see.
"Mr. Tang, it's worth exactly one million US dollars," the boss said.
The Chinese man flashed a huge smile at his remark.
"Thank you Mr. Mondragon. "
"Always welcome Mr. Tang."
They shook hands as an indication that the deal is settled and that the conversation is over.
"Let's go men!" The boss said, conforming them as they come out together.
The boss hurried over and Dave came out in a rush which brought him utter confusion.
"Is there any problem, boss?"
"Simon is dead," Marco announced from the other line.
"Let's hurry before the enemies could double cross us."
Simon was one of the most capable, skilled, and the most reliable men from all of the boss's peon.
"Someone shot him," the boss said.
The young man fell silent but he was on alert and was thinking of a plan on how to save the boss again for the second time.
The place is too dangerous.
They noticed that it was just the two of them left outside the warehouse.
Once they had gotten away, he turned his head and took a glance of the building where brawny men in black tuxedos were coming out of.
Without any sense of hint nor a warning, the warehouse blew up and exploded!
The impact of the explosion was so huge that they almost flew away.
The warehouse seemed like it was burning in hell. The crackle of flame and the creak and groan of timbers contracting were the traces left as the warehouse burned down.
Everyone was surprised and despite the shock, they tried to run for their life and escape the burning infrastructure.
The old Mondragon stiffened and froze in his place. The blazing fire that tore down and killed his business replicates in his sight.
The young man quickly pulled out his gun and swiftly held the wrist of his boss.
"Come on, boss! We need to leave!"
They ran towards the parking area where an empty car was waiting for them.
Few of the survivors of the explosion ran for their lives and tried to escape but as soon as they got out, they were welcomed by bullets coming from nowhere.
Everyone was alarmed but they were unaware about who the enemy was.
"What happened!" The boss yelled. He was almost pale in fear and dread.
"Double-cross boss!"
When they arrived in the car, they were about to open the door when they heard a rustling movement from behind. It was the sound of a gun cocking.
"I knew it! You were the traitor!"
They turned to the person at once and were taken aback to see a forty five caliber gun pointed at him.
"Marco, what are you talking about?" Mr. Mondragon frowned.
"Boss, you have to leave this place! That man is a traitor!" Marco shouted in desperation.
His jaw tightened.
"He’s the traitor, boss. He is charged and commissioned ten percent per shipment,” Dave said sharply.
"What? Two hundred million!" The boss yelled before he grabbed the gun that Dave was holding.
"Liar!" Marco exclaimed and at the same time shot Dave and it grazed his stomach.
But then Marco was shot on his chest and he sprawled on the cold floor, lying in his own pool of blood.
It wasn’t the boss who killed him but the other underling shot Marco again before they left him dead.
"Let's go!" The boss said as he opened the door but suddenly, he was startled to hear another gun cocking from behind.
He turned around and was frightened to see a gun pointed right at his head.
"W-what are you doing?" Mr. Mondragon stuttered in utter fear.
"Sir, you are under arrest!" The young man yelled before pushing him to get inside the car.
"Fuck! You’re the traitor!"
A smile flashed on his lips to see the driver who shot and killed Marco.
"You’re bleeding sir!" He exclaimed as they drove the car away from the area.
"It’s just a graze. This is nothing," He said as he looked at the person next to him.
He tapped his earpiece that was in his ear.
"The target is secured!" He told his men. "I repeat the target is secured!"
"Copy Captain!" Everyone said in unison.
There was fear and anger traced on the face of the boss who is now the target of the operation.
"You fucker Villamayor!" The boss yelled.
His friend laughed and he smiled because he knew what that laugh meant.
He then grabbed the duct tape from the compartment.
"W-what are you doing?" Mr. Mondragon stuttered.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he wrapped the duct tape around the mouth of their captive and blindfolded him.
Mr. Mondragon tried to fight back but he couldn’t even do anything.
The young man grabbed his phone from his jacket and called the chief.
"Villareal situation?"
"Mission accomplished sir!"
After a while the young man smiled.
He just can't believe that they accomplished one of their biggest mission!
But while on trip suddenly they heard a series of gunshots!
The gun firing never stopped and the glass windows shattered because of flying bullets!
He cannot imagine that this mission will be failed...