I hear my men returning fire, more bullets ricocheting around us. I see two men rush from the shadows, trying to run in the opposite direction away from us and draw out my gun, aim, and shoot. My bullet hits him in the head, and then I aim for the other one.
He ducks behind a dumpster and returns fire. More footsteps pound on the asphalt as I hear maybe another two retreating.
“After them!” I bark at my guys, who take off after the men.
I hear a noise from above me on the other building and lift my head just in time to dodge out of the way, but not before I feel a sting on my arm. I hear one of my men return fire, and the asshole falls off the roof a second later.Good riddance!
“Fuck!” I mutter. My wife is absolutely going to kill me for getting nicked by that dumbass.
It doesn’t take long for the gunfire to end. I see bodies littered all around the outside of the warehouse, but when I step inside, it’s clear, and all my weapons are still here.
“What the hell happened here?” I ask Buzz who was in charge of today’s operation. I’m a little confused because something is not adding up.
“I’m not really sure what happened, boss. We were loading the shipment in the trucks to get ready for delivery when out of nowhere they surrounded the warehouse and opened fire,” Buzz explains.
“What else?” I question.
“The weird thing is that they weren’t even trying to shoot their way in here. They were just surrounding us, but stayed in place if that makes any sense,” he says.
“Did anyone see their faces?” I ask.
“They were all wearing masks, but from what I can tell… they were amateurs.” He tells me his observations.
“So, someone intentionally sent them here to die? None of this makes any fucking sense,” I mutter.
“I know, boss. It doesn’t make any sense to me either,” Buzz tells me.
Hearing sirens in the distance, I push my fingers in my mouth and let out a loud whistle to get everyone’s attention. “Were you guys finished packing everything in the trucks?”
“Yes, boss,” a few of them reply.
“Get it all out of here before the cops show up and take it to the red harbor warehouse and lock this one down,” I instruct, and they immediately get in the trucks and drive them away. I turn back to Buzz. “Do we have any survivors?”
“Yes, boss. We managed to capture a few of them alive,” he tells me.
“Good job. Take them to the black harbor warehouse,” I say, and Buzz nods to a few of his guys. They jog over to two SUVs, get in, and drive off. I let out another loud whistle to get everyone’s attention. “The rest of you get out of here and don’t fucking let the cops catch you.”
They’re still a good distance away, but I hear the sirens getting closer. I’m confident that no evidence that could implicate our family or me is in the warehouse, and the only thing the cops will find when they get here are the bodies littered around the building. And if anyone were to dig, the property is buried under so many shell companies that it’s nearly impossible to find out who really owns it.
Besides, with the astronomical amount of money I pay the chief, he'd better clean this shit up and make sure none of it gets linked to me, or I’ll be paying him a visit.
I make sure everyone is in their vehicles before I head to mine, with Aldo and Buzz following. Aldo gets in the driver's seat and pulls out before making his way to the black harbor warehouse.
“I was just thinking, boss…” Buzz says when we’re a few blocks away from the warehouse we just left.
“What is it?”
“Something about this whole attack felt staged. It’s like they were sent there to keep us occupied. I mean, no one who has ever attacked a warehouse full of arms just opened fire without trying to steal the shipment.”
“You’re absolutely right, and I was just thinking the same thing,” I mutter, deep in thought.
Was this a taunt? A trap? Or a distraction? Something else?
Well, whatever the fuck it was, there’s only one way to find out, and that’s getting answers from our captives.
“Boss, we need to get your arm looked at. It’s still bleeding,” Aldo says, and that’s when I remember some asshole nicked me in the arm.
I wasn’t feeling the pain before now, mostly because I was fueled with adrenaline, but now that it’s mostly drained out of me, I can feel the constant throbbing in my arm. I don’t think I was actually shot. I’m leaning more toward a graze.
