Saving Artemis (REWRITTEN)

• CHAPTER TWO •

Bear

Dressed head to toe in all black, I stand beside my brothers. Each and everyone of us plagued by the overwhelming need to spill blood, their blood.

Having infiltrated ROF's (Riders Of Silence) property, we get ready to attack.

Keeping my gun in the waistband of my jeans, I pull the blade from its sheath, my weapon of choice. Prez nods at me, giving me the go ahead before we split up. Runner and I go around back whilst the others go in through the front.

Stepping into the building through the back fire exit, we creep quietly through the hallway.

As we turn a corner, I catch sight of someone.
I hold my hand out, signalling Runner to stop. Knife clutched tightly in my hand, I silently come up behind the man. Grabbing him, I cover his mouth with my hand, before using the other hand that's holding my knife to slice his throat.

Laying his body down on the floor, I hold back the chuckle that wants to escape, watching as he chokes and gurgles on his own blood.

Finally we find Jason, ROS's President's Office.
Swapping my knife for my gun, I slowly open the door before noticing it's empty.

"I'll stand guard, you check everything." I tell Runner. He nods, going in to do as planned.

I stand outside the door, the sound of gunshots vibrating throughout the whole building, letting me know that everything is going to plan.

"Fuck. Bear, you gotta see this shit." Runner shouts from inside the office, his voice showing a mix of disgust and pure rage.

I walk back into the office, seeing Runner stand by the small wooden work desk, on it a bunch of photographs and files.

I walk closer, my eyes widening. Each photo displaying dirty and beaten women and children, all of different races and ages.

"He's been trafficking them, holding private auctions with an elite clientele." He explains.
"Each one has a different file. Stating their health, family history, medical records and personal information."

"That motherfucker." I grit, hands balling at my sides. What I would give to get my hands on that slimy fucker.

"Shit. Alright, grab it all, Prez is gonna want to see this." I order before going back outside to stand guard when a barely audible feminine voice sounds out.

My eyebrows furrow as I follow it to a bolted, heavy metal door.

Going back to the office, I open it slightly, just enough to poke my head through the gap.
"Yo, I heard something, I'm gonna' go check it out." I tell Runner, watching as he nods, giving me the go ahead.

Going back to the bolted door, I unlock the heavy clasp to find stairs leading down into some kind of basement.

Drawing my gun, I silently descend the stairs, all too aware of the stickiness of each step.

I find myself in a long hallway with more bolted, metal doors. One, barely lit bulb hanging just above my head that shines light throughout the dirt covered, wet hallway. The singing only grows louder, a heavenly voice entering my ears, filled with such raw emotion.