Barry Berkman

Part 9

I woke up to my alarm blaring Sober, by Childish Gambino. I pressed stop and got up. I changed out of my old clothes. When I had gotten home the night before, I flopped right into bed. My teeth felt furry so I made some cereal and brushed my teeth. I hopped into the shower and then got dressed when I was finished. As I turned the TV on, I got a familiar call from the other burner phone.

"Hello?" I asked into the phone.

"Hey, Y/N, it's Fuches. So listen, last night Hank was totally cool, we had some good talks, and he wants you to raid a stash house with one of his, uh, friends." He replied. I thought about it and eventually said,

"Okay, and why should I raid a stash house for you and Hank?"

"Oh! No no no, it is just for Hank! Anyway, I think he wants to show his loyalty to some group of assassins. He didn't give me many details, but I will text you the details later." He said casually.

I thought this through and couldn't help but wonder if Hanks 'friend' was Barry. I let out a sigh and agreed. Fuches thanked me and hung up. I sat back down on the bed and a couple minutes later I decided to go on a walk.

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I rounded the corner to my place when I got a text from Fuches.

Fuches
Eagle Rock Substation, 7888 North Figueroa Street, Eagle Rock CA
Be there at 9:00 pm! 👍

I sighed. And opened the door to the apartment. I went up the elevator to my room and unlocked it. I walked to the bed and moved the mattress to reveal tons of guns. Just like Barry had done. I stopped thinking about Barry and picked two MK18 rifles. One for me, and maybe one for the other guy. Or girl, I still didn't know. I packed them up in a duffel bag and grabbed some sleek black clothes. It was getting closer to winter time so it would be dark by nine. I set everything by the door and took a nice, long nap.