Doug and his crew got busy. The atmosphere was tense, his men doing their rituals.
Men sitting in their chairs with cross chains in their hands, praying. Others with families called them, talking with them for what felt like the last time to them.
Doug sat back, looking at all his men, who were prepared to die today, and sacrifice themselves for the fight that was coming.
'You will all be back to your families, I swear it...' He thought to himself as he continued to observe them. His face stone cold and a determination evident in his gaze.
His gun in hand and his finger anxiously tapping at it. Tap. Tap. Tap.
The wait was a long one, waiting for instructions on which targets to hit today.
The room filled with a suffocating silence, men resigning themselves to death.
*DING*
The silence disturbed by the sudden sound of a notification. Doug gripping the gun tightly but his face betraying no emotions.
Slowly he reached for the phone on the side table and opened it. Seeing the familiar contact, he read the message.
{Sender: Alex}
~EDDIES TAXI is your target. Good Hunting~
Reading the message, a frown appeared on his face, 'why this place? aren't we supposed to be targeting the Los Garra?'
Confusion surfaced in his mind he couldn't understand why they were being sent to attack a business that seem completely unrelated to the Los Garra gang. He fought the urge to just ask, why?
'Fine, lets just get this done...' He sighed silently, placing his phone back on the side table.
His gaze shifted back to his crew, "We got our first target,"
He let his crew soak in the words before he continued, his voice firm, "Lets spill some Blood"
"YES"
His crew and lieutenant echoed their support with fervor, ready for what's to come.
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Meanwhile
Ashbridge Central, Eddie's Taxi.
The day was busy for them, taxi's coming and going and the sounds of the engines echoed in the huge garage.
Inside the building, one man stood in one end of the building with folded arms, looking at the busy garage. He had a huge unkempt beard, huge build and wearing a leather jacket that had its color fading, his white shirt clinging for dear life on his huge body. He called out to one of his drivers,
"Hey Johnny," His deep, rough voice rang out.
Hearing the call, a short, skinny man turned and walked towards the huge man that just called him.
"Yeah Boss," Johnny responded with a voice that had a heavy Spanish accent.
"When are your people coming." The huge man asked, his voice tense and guarded. He knew very well that even though he might be the boss of the place, this man in front of him could make his life difficult with just a word to his gang. So, he was always respectful enough not to get on his bad side.
Johnny smiled lightly, 'Man, good thing this guy doesn't know I'm just a low-level member in the gang otherwise, where else would someone treat me with so much respect.'
He then answered the huge guy, his voice filled with arrogant, "Don't worry they'll be here."
This answer didn't satisfy the huge guy, he had been feeling anxious today and was on edge and with the Los Garra being delayed today for some reason, his anxiousness continued to increase, 'Maybe it's nothing and I'm just being paranoid.'
But he didn't ask anything more, he knew his limit's, so he didn't push any further. Nodding at Johnny, his face not betraying any of his thoughts.
The day continued like normal for the drivers, but for the huge guy, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, 'They are still not here...? What's going on...?'
As the night approached, he left his little office, looking for Johnny. There was too much money with them for him to be calm, especially with the Los Garra crew being late.
He exited his office and walked towards the drivers and mechanics that were huddling together.
As he got closer to them, a deafening sound rang out in the garage,
*BOOM*
The roller doors that were down after closing the garage busted open. Immediately after, chaos ensued.
Three pickup trucks rolled inside the garage,
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
The huge guy ducked and took cover behind one taxi. Everyone scrambled like ants.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck…. who the fuck would attack us…" His mind flooded with these thoughts.
Doug alighted from the pick-up truck in front, his eyes cold and filled blood lust. He looked at one of his men and gestured with his hand towards the garage office. The man immediately nodded his head, proceeding with his task.
Doug stood in front of his men, shots cracked like thunder behind him. His cold eyes scanned the garage like a general. He raised his arm and formed a fist. Immediately, the gunfire stopped.
Intense silence.
Johnny hid behind one of the taxi's, both hands covering his head while crouching down, his body shivering.
'Shit. Shit. Shit. I'm dead…...dead.'
The huge guy saw this scene and he couldn't help but curse Johnny out, 'P*ssy M*therfucker.'
While they were hiding, Doug gave his men instructions, splitting them into three groups and sending them to attack from different directions.
He told them, in his rough and cold voice.
"Leave no one alive."
And a bloodbath ensued.
Looking at his crew slowly moving forward, he stood there and kept watch of everyone.
*BANG* *BANG*
One of the taxi drivers retaliated, popping his head out just enough to get some shots. Following the fellows lead, others started shooting back.
Gunshots echoed in the garage.
The huge guy saw that they would be pinned down if they didn't retaliate, he barked orders to his men to shoot back, giving themselves some space to breath a little.
He tried to get the situation under control, although his was slightly panicking inside.
Seeing that it looked like they were succeeding in pushing the intruders back, a spark of hope formed in his heart but was immediately extinguished when one of his men fell holding his chest,
"Aaargh- "The man tried to scream out in pain, but his lungs immediately filled out with blood causing his voice to come out as gurgles of a man drowning.
"Shit…" The huge man tried to approach but was intercepted by the bullets whizzing by him.
Johnny flattened himself against the cold concrete, trembling, hoping if he played dead long enough, the storm would pass him by
Seeing the man, the huge guy's face turned red from anger.
*BANG* *BANG*
Shots continued to ring out, and the drivers continued to fall one by one. Seeing this, the huge guy felt like a noose was slowly being tied around his neck.
Panic and rage filled his mind, looking to his left and right, trying to spot some opening to escape.
The smell of iron and grease filled the garage, The Iron Hound crew systematically killing everyone who shot back.
The remaining drivers became more desperate as they continued to be hunted. Some even used tools to fight back, grabbing wrenches and spanners and throwing them towards the incoming Iron Hound crew.
But their struggles were futile, The Iron hound was brutal, they slammed on their heads and their boots crunching the driver's bones. The blood misted the air as they continued their slaughter.
Doug closely following his gang behind and shooting anyone who might pose a threat to his crew, like a silent guardian angel guarding his men.
After killing the last of the drivers, his crew brought two men to him, One huge with a beard, the other short and skinny.
He looked at them, his cold eyes piercing, "Names...?"
Hearing Doug speak, Johnny flinched, sweat soaking his clothes, responded, his voice strained, "J-j-johnny s-sir...."
The huge guy looked at Johnny with disdain as he responded, his voice rough but low, "The name is Eddy"
Doug looked at the two men, his eyes and face cold, after a while he turned to Johnny and aimed his gun at him
*BANG*
The shot cracked the heavy air; Johnny dropped like a puppet with its strings cut, blood splattering across the cold concrete.
Turning to look at Eddy, he coldly spoke.
"That's going to be you next if you don't answer my questions,"