Walk

Twenty-Three\\

Jason\\

I can't believe it. I thought it was all a dream, but it wasn't. Slim was actually pregnant. The guys are leaving Oregon tomorrow to head back to Nevada after we finished the job, which was actually lightwork, and Slim made it very clear that I have to get a real job other than blowing shit up.

We piled out the car and circled around the building. Slade told us he careful to not stand on any of the bombs or it'd trigger. I knew where they were planted because Justin did it for me and informed the gang.

Braun was raising the price of how much we'd get paid, so now it was half a million dollars. I didn't know where he got the money from and I didn't care.

After following the people Braun was after around for almost a month, Ryan and Chaz finally got all the information needed so that we could make sure this plan went right on spot. It had to be perfect or one of us, if not all, would end up 6 feet underground in a wooden box, and needless to say I'd be damned if it were me or Justin.

It was going well so far and I was just about to go inside the warehouse until I heard a loud kaboom and a girly shriek. I turned to the side and saw Malcolm clutching his chest.

"That shit startled me." Malcolm coughed awkwardly.

"Stop fucking around or you'll get us caught!" I hissed seriously. This mission was going to be my last one and I was hoping it'd be perfect. I wasn't about to let one of my gang members get hurt or get is caught because they aren't taking this as serious as I was. Malcolm needed to be as serious as I was or we'd all be dead.

"It was an accident, damn." Malcolm whisper yelled in response. I huffed a breath and kept creeping towards the entrance of the warehouse we had surrounded.

I looked to my right and held two fingers up, making Justin pause his movements, listened carefully for any voices, and curled the two to show Justin that he was to follow after my lead. Our hands were tightly wrapped around our guns with our fingers ready to pull the trigger if necessary. I inched my way into the building with Justin watching my back.

The moonlight shone through the blinds of the window and gave a very dim lighting in the room. I could see the shadows of a few boxes and a bunch of chairs, a thick metal table, and a mini-fridge. The ceiling fan was on, giving Justin and I a very faint breeze as it spun rapidly.

The floorboards creeked a bit as we eased our way across the floor. I shushed Justin and he stopped moving. I swore I heard something. Just when I was about to call an all clear, a gun went off and glass was flying everywhere. We were caught.

I kicked the table over and ducked behind it, shooting at the silhouette thrice and pausing for a reaction.

"Shit, McCann, you nearly killed me!" Slade hissed. Justin chuckled and looked around nervously.

"Well if you gave us a warning sometime, we wouldn't have this problem." I said obnoxiously.

"Stop being a li--" Slade was cut off by more gunshots and the sound of a hot bullet puncturing the mini-fridge.

I looked up and saw another silhouette shooting at us, the gun igniting a small lighting after each pull of the trigger but not enough for me to see the guy's face. I shot directly at it and watched him fall to the ground.

"Who is it?" Slade asked as Justin carefully went towards the cadaver.

"Some guy named Nikola." Justin said, using a lighter to light up the portion of the room he was at and reading the ID. "Says he's Russian."