Drowning in Blood

13 - What Rules?

Where there is anger
There is pain underneath

I finish reloading each and everyone of my guns. I made sure to sharpen my knives twice today so they're extra sharp. I take the blade and lightly touch the tip of my finger. Blood seeps out as the blade cuts with the lightest touch ever. 

"Charm! Did you hear me," I look back up at Antonio.

"Sorry what," I mutter.

"Santiago. He's only in town for two days. Today and tomorrow that's it," Antonio repeats.

"Oh yeah. Pft I know that," I quickly put my knife away but a hand grips my wrist stopping me.

"Why so sharp," Alex asks. He touches the tip of my knife soft before retreating his hand and sucking the blood on his finger. "Damn," he whispers.

"I just like sharp knives," I shrug, putting it away.

"Alright, hurt Santiago as bad as you want but do not kill him. We need him alive for interrogation. Kill him and this whole thing has gone to shit," Chase makes clear.

"What?" I ask, confused.

"Do. Not. Kill. Santiago!" Chase repeats slower. I hold up my middle finger just for Chase to see.

"You don't have to speak slowly," I roll my eyes.

"Okay teams. Angela today you're with Johnson and Anderson," Chase mentions. He only goes by last names or dubs in mission meetings. AJ Johnson and Hendrix Anderson. Except he didn't go by Angela's last name. Weird.

"Oh great," Hendrix mutters sarcastically. Everyone turns to him silently. He looks up from the gun in his hands. "Oh sorry. I mean, oh great!" Hendrix exclaims this time with a more appealing emotion.

I laugh as we turn back to Chase. "Knight with Calloway," Chase says.

"Yes!" Shawn and I both high-five.

"You guys have an important job. Get Santiago," Chase slams a file right in front of me. "Don't fuck it up. Anyways Leo and Alex, Antonio you're with me," Chase gets up and walks off.

"LET'S GO!" Chase shouts from far away. Everyone scrambles to grab their stuff and get up. We all jog after Chase to the elevator.

Sorry everyone but it seems like we are on different missions. I only have one mission to complete: Kill Santiago.

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"This is a bullshit drill," Shawn complains. I bend down staring at the drill that barely unscrewed 2 screws.

"Here," I stand up and kick the vent. I repeat kicking until it's broken. "Guess these boots aren't that bad," I shrug taking the vent off. Chase bought me black combat boots.

"Alright ladies first," Shawn gestures towards the vent. I roll my eyes and get onto my stomach. I begin an army crawling my way into the vent. Shawn does the same. While I crawl I realize the space is now big enough for me to crawl on my knees.

"Knight! Playboy!" My body jerks in fright at the sudden voice. I completely forgot I had an earpiece in. I stop crawling and sit down next to Shawn who looks annoyed.

"What's up Scarface?" I ask.

"E.T.A for Santiago's office," he asks.

"About five minutes give or take," I shrug and continue crawling through the vent with Shawn. He follows behind.

"So Shawn, how does one receive the nickname Playboy," I question. We reach a dead end, perfect. I lean back before kicking down another vent cover with both my feet.