It all started when I was coming home from my friend's house. I was visiting because it was her birthday.
But then I stepped onto 77th Street. At first, nothing was wrong. But then, I heard a voice.
"Don't move!" The guy had a black suit on, and was at least 6,7. But it wasn't scaring me that he looked intimidating. He was freaking me out because he had a damn gun in his hand.
And it was aimed at me. Me. At least, that's what I was thinking.
But I was wrong, because in the moment, the trigger was pulled and a single bullet whizzed through the air.
My eyes widened as the bullet made contact with another man with a gun.
He was dead instantly, the bullet having cut off his main arteries.
I started to back away, but was stopped in my tracks when I saw fifteen more armed men, all with cold metal guns.
"You thought you could escape us? You were wrong," One of the men in black sneered at the man who killed the other guy. I will call him Creep 1. The dead dude is Creep 2. The one who just spoke is Creep 3.
"I wasn't trying to escape, Barry. I wanted to kill the guy, so I took a gun and left. There ain't nothing special 'bout that."
"Have you no self respect, Gordon? You either drop the gun and come back with us...or I will blow your brain. Not that you have a brain, to be honest."
This only made Gordon grip the gun tighter, holding it up, aimed at Barry.
"I'd like to see you try."
"Is that a challenge, Gordon? Are you challenging me? Like I said, no brain."
"Damn it," Gordon sneered. Four more men backed up Barry. He dropped the gun and spat on the ground. The gun made a thud as it collided with the pavement.
I gasped, and for the fist time, the Barry guy noticed me.
Then he said four words that terrified me.
"I want her alive."
...
My boyfriend, James West, who was a detective with the police force, was watching.
He was always watching. The gang took an interest in me. But I haven't seen the Boss yet. So I volunteered to be the spider in the operation. And I had to weave the web.
So that's what I was doing.
I was infiltrating the gang. And from the inside, I was going to take them down.
...
Third Person~
West paced the room, the wood boards creeping with every step.
"She has got to tread carefully. These guys are dangerous, Anton."
Gregory Anton looked at him. "I know. That's why we need her there. They would have shown an interest in her anyways, so this is safer than the alternative."
"I know your right. But that doesn't stop this from being a big risk."
"It was your idea."
"Now I feel like it was a foolish idea. We are gambling here. And in gambling, there is a big chance you could lose."
"I won't deny it is dangerous, but these guys are like cockroaches. They will keep coming back."
"This conversation isn't helping."
"I know."
"Go away, Anton. I need time to think."
"Yes, sir."
