“Alright guys, this is it,” Dex boomed as we walked into the front room. He called us in about a meeting; apparently it was ‘important’. We sat down silently, waiting for Dex to go on. He stayed silent, making sure he had our attention.
“Now, as you may know, there is a mob in the next town over,” He said, pacing slightly. “Well, it’s bigger than a mob. It has turned into a mafia, one of the most dangerous in the world, and this has made them think that they own the place. Of course, that’s a problem, because one of our – let’s say, ‘clients’ – owns the place. Has done for ten years. And he’s not too happy about this new mafia.
“We’ve got a big job on our hands. The biggest one we’ve done – and will ever do. You’re ready for this. We have to leave in an hour – do what you need to do now. Shower, eat, drink, whatever it is, do it. We’ll be there for the weekend.” He nodded once, and we nodded back, and then went our separate ways. I dashed upstairs to gather my weapons and some spare sheets and clothes, then went back down to the kitchen.
I met Dex in the kitchen. He smiled slightly as I walked in, and handed me a plastic tub. I raised my eyebrows.
“Don’t worry, its food and water in case we’re there longer than we should be.” He explained. I nodded, and placed the tub in my small, black backpack. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and walked into the front room. I sighed, plopped down onto the sofa, and switched on the TV. After watching an hour of SpongeBob, everyone else was done and ready to leave.
“Ok, is everyone ready?” Dex asked. We nodded, and set out. We decided to take the pick-up truck; it was too long a journey to walk it. We travelled in silence. After two hours of continuous driving, we finally reached the building the target was in. The building was huge, cracks ran down every surface. The windows were old, some broken some were not. The door was covered in moss and had a special passcode lock on it. It was the perfect place for a hideout. Dex turned to us.
“Alright, now we don’t know what’s behind that door,” he started. Noah scoffed. I glared at him, and he stopped himself from doing it again. “Here’s the plan. I’ll go in using the door and check the place out. If I’m back out in five minutes, you follow me. If I’m not, use a window. Ok?” Dex said, and we hesitatingly nodded in affirmation. I didn’t like this plan.
Dex ran to the door, and punched in the code our ‘client’ provided us with. We waited. Silence. BANG! BANG! BANG! Gunshots rang through the air. We ran and took cover behind the truck. Five minutes had past, and Dex still hadn’t walked out. Choking back sorrow and fear, Noah stood up, motioning to us to follow him.
We ran round to the side of the building where no one could see us. There were two windows, both leading different ways.
“Alright, here’s the deal,” Noah said. “I’ll go through the right window. You two go through the left. We meet up in a corridor in ten minutes. If in ten minutes I’m not there, you go ahead. Sound good?” Zoey and I nodded, and I sharply kicked the window in. The glass smashed. I ushered Zoey in, then entered myself.
The room was dark and damp. It smelt like rot and decay, and was freezing cold. I shivered.
“Come on, I think the door’s this way,” Zoey said from the darkness. She grabbed my hand, pulling me to where she thought the door was. I ran my hand against the wall, until I found the handle. I pulled it down, but the door didn’t budge.
“I’ve found it – but it’s locked,” I told Zoey. She sighed, and handed me the lock pick. I swiftly unlocked the door, and it creaked open slightly. I peered into the corridor.
“Empty,” I told Zoey without turning. I opened the door wider and stepped out. The ten minutes had past. Noah still hadn’t met us.
I could tell this was going to go bad.
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When Memory Dies
Mystery / Thriller"They'd turned me into an assassin." aren't the words Xavier Bailey expected to tell anyone. But now he has to tell his story, all because of one job gone wrong.
