Chapter Six: The Squad, Part Three: One Last Addition.
“Only one more recruitment. One last piece to complete my squad.” I sat down at the table for dinner.
“Yay” Leo mused. “I’m sooo excited” he continued in a dull tone.
“Wait, what?WHAT?” Leo got up and started sweating. “No, no,no, not him, you can’t, are you serious-”
“Yes. Very crucial. He owns a weapons shop. If we are to break in to the hideout facilities and take Jordan and company down, we need attack. Lots of it. Sniper Guns, Desert Eagles fitted with Silencers, Grenades and a couple of machine guns if things get messy. But we need ammunition.”
“Well, I’m supposed to defend, right? No attack, just stay in the basement and hack! Hack, no attack! Right?”
“Incorrect. If Reah and I are to successfully break in, we need a sniper. I’m not saying that you are flexible enough to climb rooftops and fit into small places, but Reah can fist fight well, and she can dual wield a Desert Eagle, therefore she must be on the firing line with me-”
“Where does Dzak come in?”
“However, we need a back up Sniper and someone who can handle a machine gun in case it gets messy, which is why, Dzak is our backup. And rumor has it that he has been trained to dual wield an AK-47, though I do not know for sure exactly how that is possible.”
“Well, let’s get that guy before he does something idiotic and ends up dead!”
Reah butted in. “There is a conflict.”
Leo and I stared at her in confusion. What was it now?
“Dzak can be a huge liability to us. If he gets mad, he doesn’t care about the plan. All hell breaks loose because he is angry. He can do something stupid and ruin our plan. What he won’t understand is that there are a thousand soldiers in there, and that he can’t take them all down. He’ll get us all killed.”
She had a point, but something about her talking made us feel it was more than just that. She didn’t really like Dzak, because he was something of a ‘bully’ to her. She would receive a ton of taunts per day but Dzak did care for her, even though he actually never cared for anyone.
“I’m sorry but there can’t be another way. It is impossible to breach their facilities with the three of us. He needs to be there.”
Silence. With a non-approving tone, she accepted.
We bustled our way into the ammunition store by the large electronics store (not the one that Leo owned) only to find the last thing we’d want to find. We did find Dzak, but he had a revolver pointed in a civilian’s face. The civilian happened to have a revolver in his opponents face, Dzak. This is not good. Bustling my way through the audience, I pounced on the civilian’s gun, and I kicked Dzak’s gun into his face, but thank God none of them fired. I was terrified then, because Dzak would be furious.
“Oh how welcoming” a bleeding Dzak assured.
The audience didn’t need an invite to get out.
“Now, tough guy” Dzak started. “Since you want my attention so badly, why not decide upon a duel who gets whose attention. I shoot you, you don’t get to talk. Hey there, old buddy.”
“Wait, who is supposed to win? how is either side supposed to get a benefit?” Leo stated.
“Exactly. Only I do.” Dzak replied. Dzak was more experienced than me and way better at revolvers, the odds of me winning were, well, hopeless.
I felt sweat, to be honest, even though I knew what I was doing. There is a possibility to break through that vest (Well I obviously was wearing a bullet proof vest) and injure me, but if I win, I could injure him. He may not recover by the time we execute our plan, and the clock is ticking. Three, two, one.
Then it happened. I didn’t shoot. Someone, somebody behind me shot Dzak in the chest. I spun around to find a shadow moving out of sights. Who? I looked back at Dzak to find his chest impaled by a bullet. He also had a vest on. Looking back at me with shocking rage, he shot at me out of anger.
Then it happened again. My vision slowed down, and a bullet collided with Dzak’s bullet, sending them both haywire, settling near the loser, Dzak. This video game just became a whole lot more dramatic. I was literally shaking. Who was this? I didn’t even know about this part of the story. I refreshed myself in the ammunition store’s washroom, and this time, it seriously happened. This was freaky. I saw a buff, African-American man with a crew cut, in nothing but a tank vest and trousers. He was in the reflection of the mirror. I got a headache instantly. This man, he looked like Dzak. I closed my eyes, washed my face, and opened my eyes again, and he was gone. Could he have been the man to have helped me a few minutes ago? Who was he?
“Do you Reah-lize how stupid this plan is?”
Dzak received a death stare from Reah before continuing.
“We have to be super stealthy. Seriously low odds of doing it and living. I don’t take risks.” He turned around and walked to the door.
“Cash prize is a quarter of a million dollars.” I asserted before he shut the door.
“Well, I’m already a rich man but I could be convinced. I need a negotiation.” Dzak stopped at the exit.
“Cut it from Leonard’s share, I’m sure he won’t -”
“Never!” Leo screamed.
“Oh is that so, fat guy? I can really break a human, you know.” Dzak threatened with a deep voice.
Leo groaned with irritability.
“Our squad is complete!” I stated.
“Next stop: Jordi’s base!”
“Whoah, wait a minute- HE is in that base?” Dzak fired up.
I concluded that everyone just really hates Jordan for their reasons, but they hate him with all their fury. That is an advantage. Dzak charged at the door and looked back at us. “Coming?” He shouted.
We didn’t need a second invitation to trot down the store and out towards the city.
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