A Way Out

Part V: Perdido Warehouse

We sit, watching the warehouse from the second-floor parking garage nearby. There were no people or cars to be seen. Mac was smoking a cigar as I stared at the warehouse.

Where do you think they are? Mac asks, moving the cigar so he could speak.

I dont know, maybe they already finished clearing it out. I sigh and look towards the docking area. There were no boats either, nothing. Mac continues to smoke, the wind softly blowing throughout the garage. I look towards the highway once more, spotting two black vans taking the exit to the warehouse.

There they are. I say, pointing so Mac could look. He throws his cigar on the ground and looks at the vans as they pull up to the warehouse.

So, whats the plan? Mac asks. I could see four guys hop out of the vans, Hectors people. I sigh and check my pocket for my knife.

You cause a distraction, anything to get two of them away from the warehouse. Ill go in through the back, kill one and talk to the other. I glance at Mac when I finish, and he nods.

I lean up against the side of the warehouse, waiting for Macs distraction. I was to the right of the entrance and could see two guards watching it. I hear the roar of an engine, but it didnt sound like the Nova, it sounded louder. All the sudden a shipping container lands on the vans, debris spitting everywhere. The guards run over to the vans and I loo up, seeing Mac in the crane near the garage.

Good job kid. I whisper to myself as the guards see him and run towards the crane. I run to the back of the building and burst through the door. I could see one guy standing over a container pulling what looked like gun cases out. I crouch as to not make noise and slowly pull my knife out, walking closer.

I feel arms wrap around my waist as I am tackled to the ground by another guard. I block his punches as the other guard walk over. The man on top of me continues to try and hit me as I block his shots. I kick him off with great force, sending him flying into a crate. I stand up and knee his buddy who is in shock. I grab his hair and begin to slam his face on a container, blood squirting out. I crack open the container door, opening the mans jaw and clamping it on the door as I punch his head further and further into the door.

When his body goes limp, I let it drop to the floor, blood staining the once blue container. I turn to see the other guy laying on the floor still, wide eyes. I pick him up as he tris to cower away. I push him against a small red metal tool box.

Dont hurt me, please. He says, covering his face.

Tell me something friend, where in the fuck is Hector? I clench his shirt tighter as he squirms.

I cant tell you, hell kill my family.

Ill kill your family if you dont tell me. I shake him a little and punch near his head. A tear rolls down his face.

Fine, hes in his mansion in Little Havana. He says quickly, gulping as he does.

What? Why didnt he leave Florida? I ask, the man beginning to laugh.

He knows people, people you wouldnt believe. He continues to laugh as thoughts run through my head.

Hes got police contacts? I ask as the man keeps laughing. I get annoyed with him as I snap his neck, silence filling the warehouse. I walk to the entrance to see the two guards from before fall from the crane and land in front of me. I look up to see Mac wave at me. I give him a thumbs up as he goes down the ladder. Blood coated the concrete, not the first time Ive seen this.

Good work Mac. I say to him as he runs up to me, smiling. In the distance I could hear a truck pulling in, must be Shawn.

Thanks, did we get what we needed? Mac asks as I look towards the driveway to see Shawn pull in. I look back at Mac.

He never left Florida. Hes in a mansion in Little Havana. I tell him as the truck door shuts.

Well if this isnt bloody wonderful, we got guns? Shawn smiles, rubbing his hands together.

Oh yeah, way more than enough to take down Hector. I smile at Shawn. He laughs and enters the warehouse.

Keep a look out Mac Im going to help Shawn. I say, patting Mac on the back as I enter the warehouse. I walk through to the ack of the warehouse where Shawn is checking out the weapon crates.

You were right about the weapons Leo, Hector wont know what hit him. Shawn laughs holding up an assault rifle. I smile and investigate the crate, seeing many different guns.

So, I found out he never left Florida, hes still in Little Havana. I say to Shawn. He looks at me with a surprised look.

How? Shawn says, puzzled.

He had a police informant, someone on the inside. I reply, Shawns eye getting wider. He inhales deeply for a few seconds.

Well find him and the rat, dont you worry. Now help me carry this to the truck. Shawn grabs one end of the crate as I reach down and grab the other.