Diamondback

Raid on my Safe House

=Niel Coleman=

My hand positioned by my hip, I pull the trigger, firing towards the man with the sword. He swings the outdated weapon in an arc in front of himself. In a flash of light, my round is split in two. The two guys to either side of him fall to the ground, wailing from the other two rounds I'd shot.

The remaining man pulled his AK47 up to his shoulder and began firing;. If it wasn't for my lightning-quick reflexes I would've been dead meat. I rolled onto my back, and pushed off of the ground with my feet to enter a crouching position. I made my way back inside, using my foot to slam the door shut as I stood again. As I sprinted down the hallway, I could hear a barrage of bullets destroy the door's integrity before the splintering slam of someone's boot kicking it down. Once I was down the hallway at what I presumed was a safer distance, I peeked around the corner to see the guy with the sword and the one with the AK47 close behind him. I couldn't identify the origins of the sword, it was curved upwards and thick, with this weird engraving covering only the upper half of the blade. That was the problem with being a gun nerd. All swords look the same.

I grabbed my AKG from the table and locked a short barrel in, before reloading it as fast as I could while backing up. I turned on the sight and waited for the right moment to attack. Sweat dripped down my forehead, and adrenaline surged through my veins as I patiently waited, taking deep breaths in an effort to slow my racing heart. The moment someone stepped in the room, I fired a burst directly into their heart. When I looked at the corpse on the ground, I realized that It was someone I hadn't seen before, there were more enemies than I initially realized. The question was where were they? I retreated further into the room and used a side table as cover.

The house was a simple one. If you looked at it from above with the entrance at the bottom, there was the kitchen directly in front of the entrance. The bedroom was to the right of the kitchen. The bathroom was behind the bedroom, and a basement. The remaining corner was a kind of a study/den room for looking over cases and for me to relax in. The rooms were separated by hallways. Deadly hallways.

"Get him!" I heard them shout in Spanish. I reentered the kitchen, correctly assuming that everyone had already gone in further than there. I hid in the bottom cabinet, armed to the teeth and ready. I heard approaching footsteps again. Were there more of them? More cartel assholes waiting for me to kill them. I peeked through the crack between the doors to see that there was one of the men from outside. That was impossible. He should be lying on the ground bleeding out. Maybe he just looked similar. Never mind that they were all arguing over whose fault it was that they couldn't find me.

Quietly, I grabbed my .357 and carefully aimed it at the injured man's head. This shot had to be perfect. It had to create enough confusion where I would be able to run away.

"It's all your--" the bullet went in the back of his skull and out his forehead, splattering the ceiling with red before he had the opportunity to finish his sentence.

Everyone stared at the body as it falls to the ground before turning to stare at the source of the damage. All eyes were now on my crack. Shit.

"You know, we didn't--"

I kicked the cabinet doors open with such force that they broke off and hit the guys closest to me. I started to escape but the swordsman swung, causing me to jump back. The person on the ground somehow was able to aim his gun at me as I ran away out of the kitchen and through the short hallways of my safe house. The walls became filled with holes as bullet after bullet were unloaded after me. I whipped out my AKG as often as I could, shooting a quick burst towards my pursuers as I retreated down the halls. Much of my furniture has already been shredded by bullets.