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A brother shook the man’s hand, leaving another envelope in his hand before he too walked away from the building. Seeing the servants’ elevator, I walked in as the brothers followed. None saying a word. Pressing the button for the fifty-fourth floor, we rode in silence. As the elevator slowed, I checked the card in my hand. It was a standard hotel keycard.
“Just got word from the kitchen,” I heard Storm say, “Breakfast is being plated now. Arrival in fifteen.”
“Make it work, Vicious,” Montana ordered, looking at his watch as the doors opened. Knowing there was no going back, I stepped out of the elevator and into my future.
The room was down the hall and on the right. All I had to do was use the keycard, let myself into the room and kill two people. Pretty straightforward if you asked me. I should have known it wasn’t going to be that simple.
I knew something was off the second I snuck into the room. I could hear voices, but what caught my attention was one voice did not sound like an adult. More like a young kid.
“I think there’s a kid here,” I whispered into my helmet, knowing everyone was listening.
“Copy. Checking security cameras now.”
Moving deeper into the room, I heard a low static coming from the helmet, then nothing. Dead silence.
“Montana?”
Nothing.
“Anyone?”
Silence.
“Shit,” I muttered, lifting the visor of my helmet just as Sarah walked out of one of the bedrooms, only to stop dead in her tracks upon seeing me. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“This is for the hit you put out on my woman.”
Not even thinking, I reached for my gun and shot the bitch square in the head.
One down. One to go.
Moving swiftly into the large hotel room, I searched for her brother, Alex. The more I searched, the more I realized the fucker wasn’t here. Shit. This was not good.
“You killed my mom.”
Stopping, I slowly turned to see a young boy. No older than eight, maybe nine years old. Upon seeing him, he wasn’t that alarming. However, the Glock he had pointed at me was.
“Look kid. You don’t want to do this.”
“You killed my mom.”
“Put the gun down,” I firmly said, as I heard the helmet crackle.
“Vicious. She has a kid!” Montana shouted. “Get out of there!”
“Aware of that Prez. Got a situation. Can’t talk.”
“What the fuck is going on?”
Ignoring Montana, I calmly said, “Kid. I need you to put that gun down. It’s not a toy. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“You killed my mom!” he shouted. His hand trembling as he raised the gun higher. Not thinking, I aimed my gun and prayed like I never prayed before.
“Can you get out of there?”
“No. Kid saw my face.”
The next words I heard him say chilled me to the bone.
