The Royales: Untold Tales

Green, White, and Red...

     The soul, a unique creation, the delicate and only design of the eye, a gateway to such a form of spirit. The feel of cold as it hugs the human body, caressing the mere barrier of our soul. There, the fear of death shakes in depth of the man's core. His body is weak, and he lies as his final moments are but the end of a fight against a powerful man working under Luke - Gale's nephew,  known as Orlando Domingues.

    Orlando just stood there for a while as he let the cold hold of death settle in. It was the first time he had killed someone in hand-to-hand combat - a cartel member. Orlando and his men had been in Mexico for the past 5 days in search of a man serving under the cartel. On this particular day, Orlando and his men finally encountered the group they had been looking for, but little did they know just how much weight they would carry for the consequences suffered.

"Sir, some of the carts are gone, those sons of bitches ran off, and some other fuckers are still dispersed throughout the fucking building," reports one of Rolando's men.

"Make sure to find those sons of bitches... andale cabrones, maten a ésos hijos de putas! Leave none of them breathing and when you find the target, break his fucking legs... no legs... no escape," Orlando replies in a firm tone.

     What felt like hours of close-quarters shooting and engagement in combat were mere seconds. Blood thrilling and adrenaline rushing, every encounter between the gunfight was like nothing but a thrill for the Royals, trained to kill and fight, it was a time of their life. The fighting carried on as the last cartel members were left, a total of 43 henchmen were killed in that encounter, the rest were a mere 23 left. The Royals had a total of 10 men but lost 2 in the fight.

     It had gotten quiet - too quiet - it was as if the air had disappeared, and the sound no longer existed. The silence through the atmosphere was the loudest as Orlando and five of his men moved from the second floor up the stairs to the third and final floor of the building. There, one of the henchmen spotted something strange, something that sent shivers down his spine - fear that only the sight of death can give. Outside the window located to the left at the top of the stairs was what seemed to be a human-like figure as it crept closer as if trying to see the inside. With his heart racing and adrenaline rushing through his veins, the henchman - an 'Archer' named Issac, was prepared to pull the trigger. There he had everyone know what he had his eye on and what he had spotted, Rolando crept up beside him to see for himself and realized that it was a person. Before anyone knew it, the sound of death - the sound of gunfire rang through the third floor, with not one second to waste the window shattered as a soldier landed inside. Without hesitation, Orlando and his men went to find cover, they made sure that their trace wasn't seen or heard. Gunshots continued going as they heard the sound of other windows being bashed as the footsteps multiplied in greater numbers, they heard how the soldiers went from room to room clearing every single one. Before the incident, the Royals were split into two groups, six on the third floor and two on the second floor. They soon realized that the soldiers wouldn't just be entering the third floor they would be everywhere inside.

     Orlando and his men never knew how much fear the sight of a soldier would cause them to feel. They all knew well enough what they were facing now, and knew very well how much more dangerous the situation became.

"What the fuck is this shit? Who the fuck are these motherfuckers?!" Questions a Royal.

"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW... fuck... how the fuck do we do this now?! Those are soldiers!" Says another.

"Keep calm... calm your asses... what the fuck is the military doing here anyway?! Why are there Mexican forces?! What the fuck! Ornez... call Luke now!" Replies Orlando firmly.

"On it!"

"For fuck sake, Mate, what's the Mexican forces doing with the cartels, aye... are they... bought? Nah... that can't be, they are slaughtering them all... fuck me, you hear that shit?" Says Simon mockingly.