Sicario

Chapter Thirteen

 My arm was healed but still was sore. I stood on the roof of the Lakeside stock exchange.

 I lit a cigarette and opened the fuse box.

 I took my new lighter and held the flame up to the wires controlling ventilation. They melted and I cut the exposed wire. I could hear the fans hum to a stop. 

 I finished the cigarette and grabbed the cartriges from my bag. There were fifteen of the aluminun cans in all about one liter each. 

 I pulled the respirator over my head and one by one, twisted off the tops of the chlorine gas cans and dropped them down into the vents.

 My leather gloves were practically filled with sweat as I closed the vents and listened to the hiss of the gas spreading through the building.

 I entered the building from the roof.

 A man grabbed my shoulders then turned away, vomited blood, and collapsed. 

 The building was full of thousands of hacking coughs and thumps as people suffocated and fell dead.

 Walking down the stairs, I could barely see ore than three feet in front of me due to the thickness of the gas.

 I made it down to the ground floor, climbed over the mass of bodies and made it outside.

 I peeled the respirator off to reveal Roberts standing about fifteen feet away.

 "Wow, that's got to be tens of thousands of counts of murder," he said.

 "Wow, you look like shit," I said, "sorry I had to kick your ass like that."

 He put up his fists. "Let's finish it then."

 I ran at him.

 He swung but I dodged easily from my momentum and I tackled him against his car.

 He grunted and grabbed my tie. I cut it and he fell back.

 "Damn, I really liked that tie." I said, taking my suit jacket off.

 He got up and swung again. I clicked my heel on the ground, revealing the hidden blade. I kicked Roberts in the gut, breaking the skin.

 He groaned and pulled out a gun, pointing it at me.

 I ducked and weaved as he fired and missed and punched him in the wound.

 He yelled out in pain and kneed me in the gun, knocking the wind out of me.

 I grabbed at the gun and we fought over it. 

 He won and shot me in the leg.

 I yelled and tackled him, knocking the gun from his hands.

 I grabbed it and pointed it at his head. 

 "Feels weird killing for free," I said. "But maybe for you just this once."

 BANG