Time passed and my form lay still, checking my phone every now and then for the time. Hearing the crowd roar from below I get the gist someone big showed up, laying on my stomach I scan the roof top.
Patrols had come and went while I silently await for my target, oblivious of my presence. Now i was betting on someone to check the perimeter up here so I can make my way in.
Hearing a click, I steady my breathing, feeling a slight vibration coming from beneath me. I hear a whine as the door below opens and foot steps enter the gravel ceiling.
"On the rooftop, checking the perimeter." I hear a deep voice whisper aloud, cracked and dry, a smokers voice for sure. "Checking sister building now." His voice growing more distant as his footsteps grow fainter with every step he takes.
I recognized that voice anywhere, Maddison, the governors hound. Worked with him before, I expected the motherfucker to be here, and thank god he was. He was my secondary target, but him being here means my information had been right on the money about my primary target.
Pulling him now would only escalate my situation, radio silence from the head of security wouldn't boad well and completely ice my operation.
Wading in my flattened position again, I hear footsteps coming back, the sound of crunching gravel with every step.
"All clear, heading in now madame" a familiar groggy and dry voice croaks from below.
Hearing the door below me click, I ready myself. I hear the door swing open, I roll over to my side, placing a thick piece of cloth on the door frame near the hinges stopping the door from closing fully. To the naked eye it looks closed.
The hound was always too cocky for his own good, trusting his own eyes and instinct than actual analytical evaluation, a big majority of the roof had been left unchecked.
I wait a minute more then hop down, looking around I notice nothing, not a soul in my peripheral.
I unbuckle the strap that had fastened my non stocked pistol gripped shotgun to my back, reaching below I grab it from the barrel and let my other hand grip it properly.
Slowly opening the door I cut corners with my barrel aimed straight, analyzing every detail and thing in my sight from the iron sights of my shotgun. Heading down the stairs, I hear the musics from the club grow louder and louder.
Making my way to the entrance of what seems to be the main building, I notice two guards. Both facing the entrance, behind two double push doors.
Noticing the two guards wearing not so professional attire, I assume that they're hired security for the club and not personal guards for my target.
Clipping my shotgun sling back together, I hide it on my back beneath my trench coat once again. Pulling out my entirely retired badge, I walk toward the door.
Knocking a couple times, the guard turns to face me, his face furrows as I press my badge against the window, his eyes light up in realization and he proceeds to open the door.
"Internal affairs, I need you to bring me to the vip lounge." I say flashing my badge to the security, just long enough for them to see it was real but not long enough to notice it was a retired badge.
The younger of the two men nods, and looks over to the e older bald man.
"Go kid, take him." The older bouncer says. Standing back in position.
"Alright." The kid frowns, visibly nervous I see his worried expression bead with sweat. He was probably a little older than Jose, early twenties at most.
We make our way down the hallway, and I spark up a conversation with the kid. Finding out that my hunch was right, and that he was only twenty two. A kid still, if things went south I wouldn't be able to ground this kid. Not anyone besides my two targets have to die tonight. But I know, that if I truly came down to it, I'd ice anyone for my much needed justice. Just maybe not the kid.
Heading out of the hallway, we happen upon the main building, standing on the second story, I peer over the railings overlooking a rave of lights, smoke, and bodies. Heading down the stairs toward the crowd I follow the guard.
"Fucking, Pleasant." I whisper to myself, sarcasm oozing from my every being. I chuckle to myself. The guard looking at me from the side of his eye. "Don't mind me, hate crowds" knowing that we'll be going through the crowd I feel an itch in the back of my mind. Paranoia and caution.
Making our way through, I feel hands and hot smelly ass breath molest my form, feeling more and more uncomfortable the further we go in. I feel my breath pick up and sweat begin to bead down my face, my hand unconsciously going to the back of my head, scratching and combing through my disheveled and greasy hair. I should've brought my toothpicks, something to focus on in situations like this helps me get over my anxiety.
Finally reaching a bit of a clearing, i begin to relax. A grand staircase made of entirely glass appears before us. Dotted with bodies around it, chatting eachother up and sitting in drunken stupors from a night well partied.
Making it to the stairs, I see security had picked up steadily. More armed guards than there were at the entrance, now less casual club bouncers came in the secret service, armed with bullet proof vests under their suits and plethora of hidden arms I'm damn sure.
I can't fool these guys, if we're stopped along the way by secret services I'm done for. I counted at least five, the guys had no blind spots either, lining up along the stairs.
Good enough time's passed since I retired that these guys probably wont recognize my face, or probably have never seen it in the first place.
I keep my head fastened forward, my gaze never dropping, I had to seem like my proceedings were urgent and non negotiable as I followed the club bouncer. Never hesitant or suspicious, never doubtful of my purpose. Feeling their stares bore into me I continue.
Hitting the second case I notice that the security was clearing up, just a handful of club bouncers litter the lounge hallway.
Looking down the hall, doors line it symmetrically on both sides, at the very end of the hall I see him. Standing still and vigilant, Maddison's ugly mug lay bare.
"That'll be it, I can handle it from here." I say giving the young bouncer a nod. "Thanks kid, also heed my advice. You might want to clock out early." I turn away from the kid and walk down the hall.
Seeing some familiar veterans I ready myself, continuing down the hall until I'm face to face with the old dog.
"Who the fuck are you." His tone cold and hostile, his hand itching on his holster, thumbing the safety on and off.
Click, clack, click, clack.
I feel an unbearable calm in my chest, as if whatever is to come had been long time coming, as if I had just crossed a huge hurdle I could feel my shoulders relaxe. It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off of my back. I was calm, deadly steady.
As I inch closer I can see him clicking it on and off faster and faster before he just drew his weapon. But it was too late, I was close enough to rush forward smashing my knuckles into his mouth, feeling some of his teeth shatter into my knuckles like glass. His body falling back and landing on his ass, gun still in hand he tries to aim and fire at me, I step away from the trajectory of his barrel, he fires twice, one grazing me slightly and the other hitting the ceiling.
My other hand reaches for my revolver in my pants, pulling it out I shoot the downed man in the throat, his blood oozing and gushing as he drops his weapon and clings for his throat. Cocking the hammer back once again I kneel next to his bloody face and put the barrel to his forehead.
Looking him in the eyes, I stare blankly, no words coming to mind as I pull the revolver away from his forehead and lay the upon his chest.
"A gift from the grave." I say staring into his eyes, realization seeming to finally register as the light slowly fades. A final cough spurting crimson onto his own face.
I hear shouting from behind as secret service approach. Standing quickily I boot the door open, finally ready to finish the night with only two heads having to go down tonight.