Ghost Skills

Ghost Skills Chapter 11

Arriving in Lake Forest, I was surprised when I saw Ms. Dejesus waiting for me, impatiently tapping her foot on the stairs.

"Quickly, Mr. Stevens you need to see this," she said, turning and walking into the house. Following her into the library, I saw the desk filled with messy paperwork. Patiently waiting as she shuffled through the paperwork, I couldn't help but think that she didn't look like her usual cool and collected self.

"Ms. Dejesus, is something wrong?"

Running a hand through her slightly curly hair, she sighed and met my eyes. "Nothing I cant handle Mr. Stevens."

After a moment she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and sat in the chair behind the desk. "Mr. Stevens, you know what the Crips are correct?"

Considering that my neighborhood was filled with them, I nodded. "Well the majority of money that funds the Chicago sect is money they raise from selling drugs, prostitution, and robberies. Usually we don't look their way and we leave them alone, but recently they have been selling a new form of cheap, easy to manufacture, impure cocaine. Its killing people at a much lesser dose than an actual overdose. I, or rather we, want you to stop this if you can. This is a mission you can choose to deny, simply because of the risk involved. They are based in a warehouse about fifteen miles away from where you live. The manufacturing and everything short of the selling, is handled in this building," She said, showing me a picture taken from ground level.

Three stories tall, broken windows, and what used to be a concrete parking lot, it was in a very bad state of disrepair. While I scanned the photo, my eyes seeking the optimum point of entry, she started speaking again.

"Considering the fact that there is millions of dollars in drugs at stake in there, we have counted thirteen guards during the day, and seven at night. All armed with anything ranging from pistols, to Kalishkanovs. (A/N : Kalishkanov = AK-47) It is imperative we shut this operation down Mr. Stevens. I have been authorized to double your normal pay for this job."

My eyebrows shot up at the last part, and she handed me another picture before she continued. I studied the picture as she spoke. A very large man, from the tattoos and style of dress I could tell he was a high ranking member of the Crips. Bald, muscular, with a .45 poking out of the waistband of his jeans, the man looked capable of horrid things. The type of person I wanted to rid the world of.

"He is Alejandro Vega, the leader of the Chicago Crips. He took over around five years ago in a violent coup, and and under his leadership the Crips have become the most powerful gang in Chicago.”

Walking around the desk and sitting on its surface, Melissa went on. “He is supposed to be there tonight, making his rounds, making sure production is going to plan. Disable him, and the city will be free of another monster”

I sat back in my chair and brought my left leg over the right. “OK fine, I'll do it. But I need time to prepare, I need to choose attire for this, I need to choose weapons carefully, the ones I brought with me will not do the job, and I need to rest."

She rose from the desk with a small smile. "Mr. Stevens, there was no doubt in my mind you would take the job. Everything has been prepared for you, please follow me."

Following her out of the library, down the hall, and to a door recessed into the wall, she opened it and ushered me in. The room I stood in was huge, a very comfortable looking bed was set on the right side and a writers desk on the left. "Sleep for now Mr. Stevens, I'll wake you in a few hours for your mission," she said and left the room, leaving me in silence.

A few hours later I was awakened by her hand gently shaking my shoulder. "Mr. Stevens, its time. Wake up and meet me in the library please."

Shaking the last dredges of sleep from my mind and checking my watch, I saw it was 2:30 AM. I removed my knife from under the pillow, slipped it into the holster on my belt and walked to the library. When I entered, Ms. Dejesus waved me into one of the chairs, rose and walked to the back of the library, and brought back a box.