Tales Of The Heart (undergoing editing)

UNSPOKEN TRUTH

The voice crackled through the earpiece.                                   
Agent(on mic): "u there?"

I faintly responded, "yup, found the basement".

Agent(on mic): "how many?"

I peeked over from the window. "Can't tell exactly from the distance but probably six armed." 

Agent(on mic): "ok keep your mask on and good luck. Oh right, also keep the mic on as I want to hear them scream to death."

"Why is it always me who has to do the Agency's dirty works?" 

Agent(on mic): "we had a deal remember that-"

I sighed, "Yea, bla bla bla...I'm going in."

I took a deep breath, my mind focused and my body tense, ready for the coming confrontation. Gripping my weapon tightly, I steeled myself and prepared to enter the basement.
I burst into the basement, kicking the door open with a loud bang.
Without a moment's hesitation, I lifted my gun and fired at the lights, plunging the room into near darkness. Quickly, I rolled behind one of the nearest pillars, the shadows shrouding my presence from the now disoriented henchmen. 

Their voices rang out, their surprise evident in their tones. "What the fuck just happened?" one of them called out, the confusion apparent in his voice as he glanced around the darkened room. Another one responded in a mellifluous tone, "Maybe we have a guest. Someone's here."
He let out a mocking laugh and called out, "Come on out, now! Unhide yourself and surrender, and we won't kill you."

As the man's laughter echoed through the room, I seized the opportunity. With precise aim, I fired a shot that hit him right in the mouth, silencing him for good. He collapsed lifelessly onto the cold, hard floor. The other men startled and instantly alarmed, loading up their pistols as they frantically searched for me. 

It's a 1v5  now but I have the advantage. I'm trained in combat blindfolded, so I can hear every footstep and know where each of them is approaching from.

As I laid in wait behind the pillar, I listened intently to the sound of footsteps approaching. I could hear two pairs coming from my right side, My instincts kicked in and I rolled to the left, ducking behind another pillar just in time to avoid being  spot only to hear a third henchman approaching from my left. He moved closer, completely unaware of my presence. I bided my time, waiting for the right moment to strike. As he moved even closer, I sprung my dagger into action, swiftly slicing his neck with a deadly precision before he could even react. I placed him in the ground without making a sound. 

I took a deep breath, my senses keenly alert. 2 down, 4 more to go, I could hear two more henchmen coming from behind me, their footsteps growing louder. A third man was also approaching, his movements cautious and deliberate. The leader of the gang must be standing behind.

As the men surrounded me, their weapons gleaming in the dim light. One of them took a step forward, readying his gun.

"That's a nice Walther ppk you got there."

"Enough talking now let's see how you handle this, punk." he sneered, finger on the trigger.

I quickly moved to the side, dodging his shot. The other two goons joined in, firing shots one after another. I weaved and dodged, the sound of bullets whizzing past me filling the air.
As the barrage of bullets continued, I found myself dodging and rolling to avoid any direct hits. The sound of gunfire echoed through the basement, the goons shouting and cursing as they fired at me.
"Stay still, damn it!" one of them yelled, frustration evident in his voice.

I quickly took cover behind one of the nearby pillars, the bullets ricocheting off the steel surface. I caught my breath for a moment, assessing the situation. I could hear them reloading, the sounds of bullets being inserted into their guns echoing in the silence. "Always save the chance to shoot when your enemy reloads", I reminded myself as it was finally my time to strike.
With lightning speed, I leaped out from behind the pillar, charging straight towards the nearest henchman.
He looked up in surprise, his face paled as he realized the danger he's in. Before he could even lift his gun, I've already tackled him to the ground, disarming him in one swift move.
With him knocked out, I turned my focus and saw one charging at me with blind anger. I grabbed the unconscious body of the first henchman and launched him towards the second one. The impact sent them both crashing to the ground, tangled together in a heap. Without losing a beat, I quickly aimed and shot, the bullets tearing through both of them