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 Chapter One – Death The room was tranquil as everyone waited anxiously for the doors to open. It was located in the back of a secluded warehouse, some 10 miles away from Michigan. It hadn’t been opened in years up until now for perhaps one of Michigan’s biggest drug deals. The grimy wooden table that divided the room in half was enough proof for Jack to realize that this room hadn’t been used by anyone in a while. He wasn’t sure, however. He had an innate ability to be very cynical, a trait that was valued most in his profession. He stood right in front of the long center table with his both hands resting onto the woodwork and him leaning down on it. Why is it taking so long? He wondered, as he felt eyes glaring at him from the dark, making him look up. The spectacle in front of him wasn’t a very forgiving one. The entire right side of the room was encrusted with tall men in black, with one hand on their gun and the other holding a cigarette. The sound of prolonged inhales on after every few seconds was the only thing keeping Jack from going crazy. He was never really fond of waiting for anyone let alone someone who was bringing in money for the cocaine he had set in five different briefcases, also placed on the table. He placed one of his fingers on the briefcase that was closest to him and traced it down, looking up ever so faintly, meeting the gaze of the eyes that were staring back at him. The man right in front of him was in a long white robe and he stood out amongst the herd of men wearing black. “How much longer?” Jack inquired in a very annoyed tone. “They’ll be here any minute now.” The figure in white replied as he moved in closer to the table, allowing the small bulb right over the table to illuminate his face. His face resembled that of a small child, he had no beard or any indication of facial hair on his face. His teeth shined sparkle white and his eyes glittered with curiosity. “I’m running out of patience Bo!” Jack suddenly snapped at him while Bo ignored and looked at all the men in white that were standing on the left side of the room. “Are we ready boys?” Bo asked with a rather charismatic tone, his deep voice created a deep contrast with his face. It was almost as if it wasn’t even the same person talking. “Sir, yes, Sir!” A man from the back exclaimed. “Good John! That’s the spirit!” Bo exclaimed as he went across the room to pick up the brandy from a table that seemed as though it would break any minute. He poured himself a glass and sipped slowly but passionately. Any minute now. He thought to himself as the doors finally opened and he let go of his glass and reached into his jacket pocket. It was surprising for Jack to see Bo pull out a big black mask that was comparable to the likes they use in the army. He was befuddled but he didn’t have much time to act. The stage was set and he knew it. The silence broke as soon as the glass hit the floor, shattering into a million tiny pieces. Two grenades were seen flying in from outside the doors and one of them landed right in front of Jack. He tried to move away but the die had been cast. The grenades were releasing tear gas from the onset of their arrival and the room was now clouded and everything got even darker than it was before. Trying to catch a breath, Jack fell down to the ground with one of his hands reaching for his signature gun in his right jacket pocket. Coughing hard, it was as if somebody had torched his lungs, he tried to find balance as he crawled away from the table to the back of the room. I’m not gonna go down. Not in a place like this. He thought to himself as he closed his eyes and tried to reserve as much oxygen as possible. It was all happening in such a blur that he couldn’t believe it. The silence that had prevailed just a minute ago was now replaced with a profusion of gunfire. The windows shattered and the entire warehouse seemed to have lit up as if there was a firework show going on inside. Agent Murphy and his lieutenant sat firmly in the seats of their cars, enjoying the light show from the outside. Their car was accompanied by five others that had completed surrounded the warehouse. “It was a good idea we surrounded the place Agent. No one will escape this way.” The lieutenant applauded. “Well, you can never too careful.” The agent replied unwittingly as his eyes kept planted on the warehouse and his mind wondering what was going on inside. He wanted in on the action but his superiors had ordered him not to. The casualty rate was estimated to be massive and the police force was not ready to lose their important agents when they could keep them safe instead. The drug cartels had taken over Michigan like a storm in the last decade and they needed all the bright minds that they could gather. The agents’ train of thought got interrupted suddenly when the shooting stopped. The lieutenant let out a sigh of relief but Murphy knew that this was far from over. The smoke had now somewhat cleared inside the room and the only sound that jack could hear was that of the police walking on bullets, slowly but eventually reaching to where he was. He wanted to cough and gasp for air but he couldn’t. Any sign of vulnerability here would mean the end of him. He looked around him as he saw bodies of his fellow men, on the floor, covered in blood. There were a lot of black bodies on the ground too; this led to a smirk on his face. His vision was blurry so at this point he could only make out colors when suddenly he was alerted by the rattling sound of bullets pretty close to him. He looked towards his right as he saw a man clad in a police uniform approach him and in that moment he didn’t think. He pulled the trigger, pointed it straight at the police officer and triggered to shoot. A final gunshot was heard and it seemed as though the danger had passed. Jack waited for the police officer to fall but he wouldn’t and it was then when he realized what had happened. He looked down towards his stomach as blood started to pour out and stain his coral white clothes. He looked up to see the gaze of his friend Bo meet him who was standing just a couple of feet away pointing a gun directly at where Jack had been shot. The shock was immense. It was something Jack had not expected, something he had missed. Bo had a stern expression on his face, something Jack couldn’t read into. “I emptied your gun before leaving today. You always use that one gun for everything, and that, was your biggest weakness.” Bo said with a very stern voice. “Don’t worry though, it will all be over soon.” He added. Jack tried to muster up words but it seemed as if he had no energy left in him to do so. After great effort he managed to utter just a few words. “Wh..y.. Bo.. Why?” Jack mumbled looking up at Bo who staring back down at him. “Farewell, my friend.” These were the last words Bo ever said to Jack, before he buried another bullet in the back of Jacks head and walked away. Chapter 2 – Revenge The rain trickled down the windows playfully as the people inside the warehouse sat anxiously waiting for their boss to arrive. The warehouse itself looked abandoned from the outside but the inside was a whole other story. The entire warehouse was tinted with a blue light illuminating from the edges of the ceiling while a thousand fairy lights hung from the ceiling making the entire room bright. The warehouse wasn’t divided from within, rather, was one large room with tables and counters almost on every corner. The entire room came together in the center where a string of round sofas surrounded a large round glass table. On the sofas sat four men clad in white with one of them looking more anxious than the others. Edward was perhaps the best looking out of all the four that were sitting on the sofas. His long black hair held a striking contrast with his pale skin and rosy cheeks. He looked well groomed and the only one who didn’t seem to have a gun on him. “You think he’s going to be mad?” Edward inquired from the person sitting on his right. Marcellus seemed to be the calmest of them all. Just by looking at him one wouldn’t ever want to engage in a one on one combat with him. “Of course he’s gonna be mad. You just gotta suck it all up now… nice and slow.” Marcellus replied, his voice as deep as one would expect it. He took a long drag of his cigar before keeping it in the ashtray that was in front of him, which already had an abundance of cigarette and cigar buds. “I just hope we find out who the snitch is. Cant wait to blow his brains out.” A voice from the far end of the room came as a man about five feet seven inches tall emerged and walked towards the center of the room. “It had to be an inside job…” he added, “It can’t be a coincidence, all of this. That’s for sure.” “Well who do you think it is, Itachi?” Edward asked inquisitively. “I can’t say for sure, yet.” Itachi replied joining the others on the sofas. He sat with one leg on top of the other and it seemed as if Edward wasn’t the only good looking one amongst the group. Itachi had features sharper than that of Edwards, with a pointed nose and a well-defined jaw line. His eyes looked sharp and his skin pale as ever. Everybody in the room was dressed in the same attire. A long white robe with black leafs on them but some were looking better than the others in just the way that they carried themselves. “How many men did we lose?” another voice chimed in from the left side of the sofas. Martinez had remained silent up until now but the wait it seemed had tested his patience to quite a great degree. “Ten.” Itachi said lightly still pondering over who the snitch might have been. “It couldn’t have been Danny or Ramirez for that matter. It had to be someone who was very close to Jack.” Itachi added. “Well, who then?” Martinez asked impatiently. “Could be anybody. Even somebody in this room.” As soon as Itachi said this, certain tension took over the entire ambience of the room. Itachi noticed the little tweaks everybody had made as soon as he said that and he knew that if he didn’t tread lightly things could lead to a blood bath. “But I’m sure it was nobody in this room.” He added in the end to reduce as much tension as possible. “Yeah right. We can’t really be sure now can we?” said Edward reaching for his gun. “Whoever it is, I’m not going to leave them.” “You better not be pointing any fingers,” said Martinez reaching for his own gun. And before anyone could say anything, both Martinez and Edward had stood up and were pointing their guns directly at one another. Their guns seemed to be like those modern classics that you would only rarely see in movies. Edwards gun was a black pistol with a longer than usual barrel and silver burns going from the tip of the barrel till the bottom. While on the other hand Martinez’ gun was entirely gold in color. The shine on it made it evident that he took great care of it and cleaned it regularly. “Drop your guns. You guys have been drinking a lot, don’t let your emotions get the better of you.” The last person at the table had finally spoken. And when Edward and Martinez didn’t listen they were taken aback by what Matt did next. In a flash, one of Matts legs was kicking the gun out of Edwards hand and one of his hands was punching out Martinez’ gun out of his. In the very next second Matt crouched and composed himself before finally kicking Edward straight in his stomach making him fly across the room. Composing himself in the same position, he then turned and stroked Martinez’ chest with the palm of his hand in a swift fashion which sent Martinez flying back as well. “Now then, the boss would be here any minute. We should reorganize.” As if nothing had happened, Matt sat down on one of the sofas fixing his attire. The door flung open as Travis Longwood finally entered the room. Looking furious as ever, Itachi looked at him and in an instant realized; his boss was out for blood. “I need names. And I need names now!” These were the first words that the six feet tall handsome man uttered in a deep and very dark voice. Looking at Travis one would never think of him as a drug dealer, and for the most part he wasn’t just a drug dealer either. This aristocratic figure had made billions ever since he had joined the underworld and his known was known all throughout Michigan. He looked posh with his neat clothes and wore a ring on his right index finger that he sometimes caressed when he got nervous. “Names of who sire?” Martinez asked in a very scared manner emerging from behind the room where he had been planted courtesy of Matt. “Everyone who has ever been in a relation or has met Bo. I need names of everyone that motherfucker was in contact with.” Travis exclaimed making his way over to the whiskey table. “Bo. I had a clue.” Itachi mumbled to himself as he saw his boss pour himself a glass of whiskey, more than his usual amount. Itachi was known as the most observant in the group. His deduction skills were unparalleled and his ability to critically think was top notch. It was this skillset that had earned him his reputation as the “Silent Killer” and a place in Travis’s ranks. “You should’ve informed me if you had a clue Itachi!” Travis shouted pushing everything he could see on the whiskey table down. The glasses and bottles thrashed against the floor and broke while the whiskey spilled everywhere. No one seemed to care much about it though. They were all familiar with the severity of the situation. After their parents had passed, Jack was the only family Travis had left. He had spent his own life making sure his little brother was safe and got everything he ever wanted and now he was gone. His anger was justified. But it hadn’t quite converted to rage yet, that was yet to come. “Give us an order sir. We’ll take care of it.” Marcellus claimed standing up from the sofa and joining the others who were now encircling their boss. It was then that Travis got a hold of himself; he took his finger and rubbed it against his right eye as if he was clearing out a tear. But he would never let anyone see it. “Now then…” Travis finally spoke after a brief silence and threw a yellow packet onto Itachi making him catch it. “Open it.” He added calmly, it seemed as if he was now composed. He was caressing his ring again, but this time he wasn’t nervous. He had a plan. “Bo.” Itachi had managed to say only this, inquisitively looking at the pictures one after the other, until Travis stopped him. “There. That one. Show it to the rest.” Travis ordered as he moved across from the group and went and sat down on one of golden sofa in the middle of the room. It seemed to be a sort of throne that he had made for himself and only he was ever allowed to sit on it. He took out a cigarette from one of his pockets and a lighter from the other. Torching the cigarette up he took a long drag. The crew was almost done passing the picture around; it was now with Edward who was the last one to look at it. “Ill kill that bitch!” Edward exclaimed as Travis looked up at him and finished inhaling a long drag. “You’ll do nothing of the sort. You just need to pick her up. Leave the rest to me.” Travis said with a slight smirk on his way. It seemed he was already planning ahead on what he wanted to do to her. Edward approached the center table and threw the picture on the table. The picture had what it seemed to be like a meeting between Bo and his daughter, about six years old, meeting outside a yellow school bus. “He looks so happy doesn’t he?” Travis asked staring at the picture. “Not for long.” Matt had now taken a seat on one of the sofas and was also about to light a cigarette. “Edward and Martinez, I need you to meet me alone before leaving today, well make a plan together. We’ll run it by you then, Itachi.” Matt said turning towards Itachi who was already on his way out and didn’t respond. “Don’t disappoint me boys.” Travis said before finally getting up again. “It’s time for revenge.” Chapter 3 - Escape Bo packed alongside his daughter. His eyes darting towards the window every few seconds, as if he feared somebody would come right through it. He wasn’t afraid for himself. His job as an undercover agent had always been dangerous with no guarantees as to when his life would end. He didn’t care much about losing his life either, until six years ago, when this angel of a daughter had come into his life. Bo never knew he could love a living being that dearly. One look at those sparkling round eyes, that innocent smile and the rosy red cheeks was all it took for Bo, to forget the tough day at work. He could never let any harm be done to Joanna. And now when the threat lingered on her life, he had no thought but to take her somewhere safe. Where nobody could reach and harm her in any way possible. His sources from the drug dealing group had told him Travis was coming after his daughter. His heart skipped a beat every time he thought about losing her. It had taken him so long to get over the loss of his wife when Joanna was born. He still remembered the day when he stood in the hospital corridor, cradling the little baby in his hands not knowing what to do, he wanted to scream his guts out for the loss of his wife but he was happy for having his first child in his hands. It was the first time his mind had been that blank. Probably that was the reason why his friends at work had stopped him from marrying and starting a family. These mafia’s knew the only way to hurt you was to take hold of those you love, and no matter how hard you tried you could not detach or un-love your family, even if you were an undercover agent. “Where are we going daddy?” Joanna asked, snapping him out of his reverie, it was the third time she had asked, he had ignored the question twice before but he knew she wouldn’t leave it until she found an answer for it. Sometimes he wondered where she got her inquisitive nature from, and smiled because he knew exactly, from where. He blew the wind out of his cheeks and sighed, before plastering the most loving smile on his face and sat down on his knees to reach her eye level. She was such a tiny little thing, to know the whole truth, but he had to give her something or she would keep asking and then sulk in a corner for still considering her a child. “We are going for a holiday honey, just you and me,” he said. “But I don’t have holidays until the next month, Miss Sophie will be really angry, she scolded Michael yesterday for taking two days off when he went to his aunt’s,” she replied elongating the last word to show how important it was. “Ummm... let’s just say we’ll go for a long time and by the time we come back Miss Sophie might not remember you went before the holidays started, besides, I did talk to her yesterday after work and she said, it was fine since she was informed before you left, and she told me to tell you to have a lot of fun.” It was a bad story. He knew it, but it did the trick, Joanna smiled and started packing alongside him, no more questions asked about the reasons of departure, just the excitement for the trip. Bo sighed in relief, and looked out of the window one more time, the sun had gone down. It would be dark enough for him to safely take Joanna to another place, in just a couple of hours. He had thought of a town far away where he had once found a safe house for hiding from the gang whose leader he had gotten captured and killed. Sweat had broken on his forehead and he jumped when he heard the knock on the door. It was nearly past seven, and finally the promised car had arrived. “Almost time you came out too,” Bo said, opening the door and seeing the familiar face of Brandon. Brandon was a tall guy, with a plump face and great sense of style. However he always wore a P-cap regardless of the time of the day or the season. “Your car is here sire,” he said in reply and ushered the two of them quickly towards it carrying one of the smaller bags from Bo’s hands. Brandon was not one to make long conversation. He would only talk about work or not talk at all. Sometimes in situations like these when you needed someone to update you about the things that were going on, Bo hated him, but he was one of the best companions and subordinates he had worked with in all his life, and if a time came to choose whom to trust his life with, Brandon would be the guy. “We need to be careful though, there’s a car parked right outside with what it seems to be two of Travis’s men.” As they drove past the cars, Bo made sure Joanna was never visible. He told her to keep the cap of her hoodie on throughout the ride and handed her favorite doll to her. He knew she would be so engrossed in making the doll’s hair, braiding it over and over again, that she’d never look up. He had never been much wrong in his entire life. One signal down and Joanna decided to ask him if he wanted to play, ‘I spy with my eye’ removing her hoodie from her head and, boom, he heard a gunshot. It was all it took for him to duck down, pulling Joanna along with him and to order Brandon to break the signal and rush through the smaller lanes taking every possible shortcut so that the reach the next safe point of town as quickly as possible. Brandon speeded through the cars as two cars and a bike followed him at an equal speed. While driving, he dialed on his phone and shouted for the next car to wait in the underpass by the secluded bar that was burnt down three months ago. “We can’t risk changing cars now, they’ll shoot again.” Bo yelled as Joanna screamed and cried for him to let go of her arm, that his hold was hurting her. He loosened his grip but never let go of her. He couldn’t risk losing her. She was the only family he had, the only human he loved. But what unnerved him was the fact that his informer had told him they wanted Joanna alive. He had said Travis had instructed to bring her alive, so why shoot? He raked his brain for some information that he had missed. He couldn’t point out anything, as to why they were shooting in the middle of the town when Travis had ordered to bring the girl alive and torture the father using her. Unless it was all a trap and his informer had been turned to the other side. He didn’t understand. He knew the information was from a reliable source. He also knew that undercover SWAT agents didn’t just “turn” towards the other side. Unless this wasn’t Travis’ group, he had made enough enemies in his entire life to have other people on his tracks. It was only unfortunate that he had to be followed by two gangs when he was so vulnerable due the presence of Joanna. He wouldn’t have cared about anything had Joanna not been with him in the same car. Brandon screeched to a halt in the middle of a deserted lane, and opened the door of the car telling them to come out. Bo looked at Brandon in astonishment, it was a few minutes ago that he thought he could trust Brandon with his life and he was throwing him out of the car when one, probably two gangs were following them. “Don’t worry; I’m not betraying you to the dogs. Your time may be bad, but not as bad, that I betray you. Now listen very carefully, they heard me asking for a car at a stop, which is fifteen minutes from here. We’ll never make it safely if we are being followed at this speed. You have two minutes to take Joanna and run from here to the end of this lane. Then take the first right and there is a black cab waiting for you, right there. It’ll take you somewhere safe, but not the safe house we planned on reaching. There is no need to look at me like that you can still trust me a little, no matter how distrustful you are at the moment or how traitorous I look to you.” He smiled, it was the first time Bo had seen him smile, but he had no time to say anything, other than rushed thanks while he pulled out Joanna from the car, lifted her in his arms and rushed toward the lane Brandon had pointed towards. Hoping to get the cab before the gangsters got him and his daughter. Chapter 4 – The Snitch It wasn’t long before Bo spotted the black cab that Brandon had told him about. As soon as he saw it he felt relieved but at the same time a little distressed. He didn’t know who was driving the cab, all those years as an undercover police agent had led him to be very cynical about everything. He didn’t have much of a choice, though, he had to get in. If he didn’t, Travis’ people would surely catch him. The cab was a black Mercedes, Bo wasn’t sure about the model. He didn’t have much time to see it, he was too busy scouting out the vicinity to see if there was somebody lurking about in the shadows waiting for a chance to pounce on him and his daughter. “Get in.” Bo ordered his daughter as soon as he opened the cab door, peaking inside to see who was driving but he couldn’t because of the shade on the drivers face. “Are you getting in?” The driver spoke in a very hushed voice but Bos ears were very sharp. He knew the voice was familiar. “Who are you? Who sent you?” Bo inquired from the driver impatiently, with his one foot inside the cab and the other outside of it. It was then that the figure turned around to face Bo and looked directly at him. “Your worst nightmare, mate.” The figure replied as Bo looked at him in utter shock. He couldn’t believe his eyes. It was Edward. Bo tried to take a grab of Joannas arm in order to pull her out but Edward didn’t give him a chance. Before Bo could move an inch Edward shot Bos left thigh. “Arghhhh!” Bo screamed as he felt excrutiating pain go from his thigh to all over his body. His vision got blurry as he heard his daughter scream. He grabbed the area where he got shot and tried to push his hand up against the wound. “Put him in, lets go.” Edward told a man who had just approached Bo from the back. “Aye Aye.” Marcellus replied and thrashed Bos head on the door of the car. “No! Daddy!” Joanna screamed, looking at her father getting beaten up in front of two men she had never seen before in her entire life. “Shut up you bitch! Your daddy deserved it!” Edward exclaimed loudly and let out a laugh. Bo was now for the most part unconscious. His vision had gone black due to his head colliding against the door and the only thing he could hear were faint noises before Marcellus finally punched him in the face one last time to knock him out. The drive was long and for the most part very uncomfortable for Joanna. She had earned herself a tie wrapped around her mouth because she wouldn’t stop yelling and crying. Marcellus had done a good job with that, he made sure she couldn’t make any more noise. Both Edward and Marcellus sat in the front seat of the car with Joanna in the back with both her hands and legs tied. Bo was in the trunk and Marcellus had made sure to tie both his hands and legs so that he wouldn’t think about making a quick escape. “Did you tie him up properly?” Edward asked as he made a right turn into what seemed to be a long dark alley. “Yeah I tied them both up real good.” Marcellus replied with a satisfied tone, which had a hint of boasting in it. “You didn’t have to punch him so hard though. What are you trying to do? Kill him? The boss would’ve been furious!” Edward complained as he bent just a little to see where he had to park. “Nah, I held back. Motherfucker didn’t stand a chance!” Marcellus boasted again as Edward finally pulled up the car into the driveway of an old abandoned house. This was some twenty kilometers away from where they had captured Bo but was surely a place where nobody could find them, even if they tried. There was nothing in sight even miles from the house. The house had neither light nor any sense of life in it. The two men got out of the car as Edward went towards the back seat where Joanna was sitting and Marcellus went towards the trunk to take out Bo. After a little hesitation from Joanna and none at all from the still unconscious Bo, both father and daughter were transferred inside the house into the basement. “I’m going to carve you up into tiny little pieces young girl. And then I’m going to gobble those little tiny pieces up until there’s nothing left.” Edward spoke in a scary tone as he sat in front of Joanna on a wooden chair pointing a knife at her. “You can’t run anywhere now!” He added making his voice even grimmer as he saw the fear on Joannas face. “Please let us go.” Joanna mumbled. The tie on her mouth was now off. Edward had threatened her that he would cut out her tongue next time she spoke so she was doing well not to say anything too loudly. “I’m afraid I can’t do that sweetheart.” Edward said getting up from the chair towards the table that was located in the back with a glass jug on it. “Your father and my boss need to have a little meeting. But before that meeting, we have to wake your father up now don’t we?” Edward asked Joanna as he picked up the jug with water in it and moved to where Bo was lying down. He stopped walking when he was at a fair distance from Bo and then thrashed the jug on the floor right next to Bos face. The glass broke and the water spilled everywhere, most of it on Bos face who was just brought back to conscious. Bo had gone pale from the horror of having to wake up in front of Edward like this, tied up. With his daughter tied to the chair across the room. “Daddy!” this had been one of her loudest yells yet and it had come from the jug breaking right infront of her dads face. “What did I tell you bitch? Do you want me to cut out your tongue?” Edward turned around and looked at Joanna. “Please… Stop.” Edward turned around to see Bo looking up at him asking him to stop. “Stop? STOP?” Edward moved his face as close to Bos as he could and shouted. “Don’t tell me to stop. You betrayed us! Sir Jack is dead! And it’s all because of YOU!” Edwards’ tone had only gone louder towards the end of his sentence. “I’m sorry.” Bo managed to mumble quietly but he knew it would have no affect. These people were very loyal to their boss, its one of the reasons why they were in the close circles to begin with. The only reason Bo managed to get a seat in the inner circle was because somebody had vouched for him. “Oh you’ll be sorry. Just you wait. But before that, tell me. Who’s working with you?” Edward had now turned serious and he looked directly into Bos eyes. “Who’s helping you? Itachi told me there was someone else who was giving you all the information. Somebody else who was responsible for setting up the traps when you were right in front of us. Who was it Bo? Tell me and I wont hurt you.” “You really want to know?” Bo looked up at Edward and let out a little giggle. “Yes Bo. Please do enlighten me. Who’s the snitch?” Edward asked lightly. “I am.” A voice came from behind Edward as he opened his eyes in horror and looked back to see a 9mm staring at him right in the face. Boom. The gun shot and Edwards head was blown into a tiny million pieces. “Ugh, I got some on my shirt!” Marcellus complained loudly as he forced the small bits of brain off of his shirt. After he was done he finally took a long breath and looked at Bo. “Time to go pal, we have to leave now.” To be continued.