THE UNDERCOVER STRIKE

c h a p t e r 8

"Why are you doing all this?" I howled.
He didn't respond and continued pining the gun towards us.
We raised our hands. This was really strange and I pinched myself hard.
George led all the three of us towards the basement through another secret doorway carved on the hardwood floor. The doorway on which we were supposed to go according to him but we didn't.
As we jumped inside, I glanced into the dark room. It was dusty and i felt cold suddenly. I felt uneasy as I kept walking. My heart was throbbing due to fear. We wouldn't know if we were going to die.
All of the sudden, a sound drew my attention.
It was the sound of an old chair gently rocking to and fro.

And there he is.

Vercetti.

He twirled his chair around to face us.
With a can of beer in one hand and the rosewood pipe in another, he gave us a mysterious yet threatening smirk. He looked more dangerous than his picture.

"Hey" he whispered.
Oily voice, greased back hair, hunched back, piercing black eyes, false smile, he was watching us like a wolf might observe it's prey accompanied by a slight smile.

"You are really clever. Ain't you?" He continued and gazed at Chris
"Been waiting for you, blue-eyed hunk. Didn't expect you to bring your little girlfriends" he said grinning again.

His eyes alone gave me horror and until I could think anything else, I saw Chris moving firmly towards his chair and punched him in his face. He looked angry as an enraged panther. I've never seen him that way but I could see the pain beneath his eyes.
He knew it was dangerous as hell but he decided to beat him out anyways.

I heard a gun loading from behind. It was George. His gun pointing straight towards Chris' head.
Anger boiled deep inside my system and I couldn't figure out the way to stop him. I knew I was stronger than him and I could smack him down in a moment.
I looked around to find something and my eyes settled on a huge iron stick lying closely to the corner. Within seconds, I ran to get it and banged it on George's head.
The blood came pouring through his head and my eyes began to tear up with regrets.
I was sorry for it.
I hope he didn't die.
I looked around with my terrific eyes and saw everyone gazing at me.

"Holy shit. What did you do? Are you fucking serious?" Vercetti screamed.
"Fine! Now you have to pay for such consequences"
He said and digged his hands under the pockets of his black pants and got a small red buzzer in his hands. Looked like an emergency bell for me.

As he pressed the buzzer, several men wearing black suits and having enough muscular body to knock anyone down, came running through the doorway towards us.
They carried shotguns in their bulky hands. My heart started pumping faster than ever. The end was close.
Within once, I grabbed George's gun lying on the floor where he dropped and looked backwards in an attempt to kill Vercetti.
But even before we could see, he had escaped through a secret backdoor.
I was mad now. The anger inside me boiled up like a roaring lion.
I didn't know what to do or what to expect. The only thing that I ever knew was..to fight.
Fight for Nebraska.
Fight for myself.

I fired the gun in my hand and the bullet smoothly striked one of those men.
It was horrible. I'm horrible.
What did I just do?
Killed a person?
I knew this isn't really the nice time to regret anything.
Martha and Chris gazed at me suspiciously. They looked surprised. They never knew about the wild side of me.
I never knew the wild side of me.

The men started firing their guns as well. I leaned towards the ground and got cover behind a wooden table. I found Chris and Martha getting a cover as well but they didn't have any weapons.
There were probably 30 men as far as I knew.
I continued firing the gun at them all looking for perfect targets to make headshots.
I knocked down 4 of them..until one of them came running towards me and I became out of bullets now.
I tossed right and left to save myself as he kept firing. The man leaned towards me and raised his gun at my forehead. I screamed loud.
To my surprise, the man collapsed to the ground and found out that Chris stricked the iron stick on his head.
He lifted me up and we all collected the guns from the dead men.
Martha started firing as well. Found out she's pretty amazing at tossing men down.
We kept fighting until they were all knocked down.
This was all.
No men in sight anymore.
The dusty basement transformed eventually into a battlefield with pool of blood flowing out and bullet holes carved deep inside the walls.
"We made it" Martha said.
I sighed in relief.
"WATCH OUT!" chris screamed from behind and I laid low to the ground and found a man with the iron stick banging it on my arm.
It was too late now.
I let out a strangled scream and felt blood dripping down the smooth skin of my arm that has cut raw and quick.
The pain throbs in my guts, it's deep.
I saw Chris dodging a bullet on the man who tried to kill me and heard the gunshot as my eyes were teary and didn't permit me to see anything clearly.
"ARE YOU OKAY??!" Martha said and teared up a piece of her shirt and pressed it hard against my arm to stop the bleeding.
"I am fine" I mumbled knowing that it wasn't true.