London

Cuba part 3

11:00 p.m.

Meek's P.O.V

Intercom: PLEASE GATHER ALL YOUR STUFF, WE ARE NOW LANDING!

We all put on our vest on, and strapped our guns to our waist. We stored the extra bullets in out pockets. And put in our ear pieces. Then we was out, as we approach this building it was worn out and looked like nobody ever laid a finger on it.

Me: Alright, we gotta split up. We can't all go in the same door at the same time.

They shook their heads, and split up. I walked up to the front door, and there was this tall buff Cuban body guard blocking it. He looked me up and down, and pointed his gun at me.

Body guard: You meek? He said with a deep accent.

I shook my head.

Body guard: Put your gun down!

I wasn't gonna do that for shit, I slapped him with my gun before he could pull the trigger. I shot him in both legs, and in his head. I wasn't fucking around.

Tony: I'm in!

Me: Open the front door!

I didn't hear anything after that, a few seconds later he opened the door.

Tony: The crew is no where to be found, this floor is empty.

Me: Them fuck ass niggas probley captured them.

I scan the setting I was in, and spotted this door with a digital pin lock system on it.

Meek: Do you think they are behind those closed door? I asked walking up to it, while being alert.

Tony: Chasers!

Tak: Yo!

Tony: Where are the others?

Tak: I don't know, I'm calling them but no response.

Tony: Shit!

I smashed the pin code system with my gun, the door opened letting off an loud ass alarm. I walked in the room, and stopped in my tracks.

???: I see you have followed my procedures...

He said leaning back in the chair.

I looked behind him, and seen my niggas tied up with guns pointed at their heads.

???: *laughs* I see you need them...

Me: Ion need shit but you dead nigga!

At this moment I didn't know what to do, I had guns pointed at my head and at the chasers.

???: Listen I want no violence, but I want my money. And if that's something I don't get, it you and your family.

I clench my jaw.

Or maybe I can be nice, and just finish you.

He said moving his finger back and forth across his gun.