Crimson Mists

23. Bed-ridden Promises.

Chikamharida's POV.

I'd awoken to shouts about ammunitions and since then, it had been one body strap over the other for me. Not that I was complaining. Of course I needed protection.

The guys were hailing each other as they warmed up. Press-up, push up and whatever they could do.

The plan was simple, and Henry had ran over it multiple times. We'd park out at an abandoned building, change the vehicles to the Jones' vans, storm the warehouse and attack the guards. It sounded easy.

Henry said he'd try a peace talk, and if they didn't listen we'd take the other alternative. Also we had cops as our backup. It wasn't hard, so there was hope.

We drove at full speed, changing to mostly silver vans. Pulling out at same speed and driving through corners, we ended up at a rusty looking building with dilapidated roof and broken windows.

Chase saw my raised brow.

"It all happens underground," he said.

We acted like it was all normal. Nope, they acted like it was all normal— silently jumping off the back of the vans, taking routine position, snagging behind the main guards and gassing them up with drugged handkerchiefs.

The bodies were positioned properly and the transition was smooth, that was until Henry and Mayo tried walking in and they were being delayed. Immediately I gazed at them I could sense that something was off from the guard's position.

He was dipping his hand into his pocket and when he brought it out, silver glinted. Seemed like I was not the only one who noticed cause Henry kicked the knife off and held him in a stranglehold. He must have alerted others while struggling, using his big build to bang Henry against the wall.

Henry let out a guff of air, partially from surprise and the impact. I was tempted to watch, but Mayo unlocked the door and we, the backup, followed behind, leaving only two of our men out as we slowly trooped.

I was meant to hide, that was what we discussed and I was finding no issue in complying mainly cause I couldn't partake in the fist fight ongoing.

Chase and a few others were taking the lead, it was a knife battle. No guns yet, maybe cause of how silently they opted to operate.

We were in a room, with few light. Crates claimed a corner, and in another corner were tall metal cages with compartments.

I almost regurgitated at the thought of what those were meant for, and my reflex to move away hinted the wrong crowd of my position.

I looked around. Mayo was handling a system of locks to God knows what. She looked more grave on it. Henry was still fighting off the guard from earlier, it seemed that man was a strong match.

The other three though, they were keeping the newcomers away from surrounding us. Each three, forming a perfect triangle at the steel entrance with their backs to each other and long knives drawn out.

I struggled with my pocket knife.

I'd been searching for who'd help but I guess I could do it on my own.

I was patiently waiting for him as he stalked closer to me, but it seemed his yearn to end me got stronger for he ran the remaining distance and jabbed a knife at me. An attack which I dodged by moving back. Another swab and I dodged.