We're All Heathens Here - A Mafia Story {Ongoing}

Those Fucking Greeks

As I clipped the bulletproof vest over the simple black shirt I was wearing I felt a surge of adrenaline run through me, like energy through a power line. I shivered with anticipation as I tucked a few throwing knives into their holsters on my thighs. I practically skipped into the armoury and chose a handgun that was well-balanced. I slipped it into its holsters on my hips and went into the garage where everyone was assembled. 

"Alright, you all know the plan," Matteo told us once we had all gathered, "Raven is in charge of group 1, and I'm in charge of group 2, let's go," 

Anticipation hung in the air as my group of 5 climbed into the back of the horse float and Matteo's group of 4 climbed into the ute pulling it. 

"Ready?" Garcia asked as she started to close the horse float door from the outside,

"As I'll ever be," I replied with a smirk. She smirked back and closed the door and locked it, then I heard her climb into the ute. Soon the car started and we sat down on the benches on either side of the horse float. 

I pulled my hand wraps out of my pocket and started to wrap my hands with them. Roberto stood up and walked to the front of the horse float where a box sat. He picked it up and opened it,

"Comms," he told us all. He took the earpieces out of the boxes and handed them out. I put mine in my ear and then heard Matteo's voice, 

"We're coming up on the farm now," he told us all, "Get ready," The float kept rolling and then slowly came to a stop. 

"What do you want?" a Greek voice asked,

"We're delivering some horses," Matteo replied, in a terrible Greek accent. 

"You're not on the list," the Greek replied, 

"They're not really horses," Matteo whispered, "Prisoners for the Αφεντικό (Boss)," 

"I didn't know he could speak Greek," I looked at Roberto, 

"He can speak 14 languages," Roberto shrugged. 

"14!" I gasped, "Holy shit," 

"Alright, I'll just double check and then we'll let you through," the Greek voice caved in,

"Thank you," there was a silenced gunshot and then we started moving again. After a few more minutes, the car stopped again and everyone got out of the car. The back of the float was opened and I jogged out, looking around for any threats.

"Any snipers?" I asked,

"None yet," he replied. "Let's get moving, you know the plan," Matteo's group ran to the right and my group ran to the left. I readied myself to fight as we came around the corner. At least 10 Greek men were standing there, guarding the large farmhouse. 

"Morning boys," I smirked as they turned toward me. The men behind me ran at the Greeks and soon they were all unconscious on the ground. "Well done," I told them as we continued to the house. I nodded to the men and we all pulled our masks up to cover our faces, "Leave none alive," I told them, and then we entered the house. 

It had been hollowed out and there was a large hallway with doors before it opened into a large room with training gear in it. My group went from room to room, killing every Greek could get our hands on. I went into the last room and found one of the leaders surrounded by guards. I chuckled, pulled my knives out and threw them at the guards. They dropped to the ground. I kicked the other into the wall, blood splattered on the white wood. I went over to the leader and grabbed him by his shirt, he didn't even fight me as I pulled my last knife and pointed it at him. I pulled my mask down and his jaw dropped, he recognized me for who I really was.