A man in a black hoodie and navy joggers was crying over the tip of his nephews grave."its all my fault, I should have seen it coming".
"No one could have seen that coming Steve". Said the man's older brother.
" But I should have, if I hadn't..."
" its getting dark, come on let's get home" said Luis.
After a long drive home the two brothers decide to go straight to bed, but Steve kept tossing and turning unable to get to sleep. He could not stop thinking about how his nephew was shot down right in front of him by a gang if people riding in black American muscle cars. Steve wanted revenge. He wanted the person who did this to die, but all he knew was the numberplate of one of those cars and that all the men were wearing the same clothes.
"Jake please you have to help me"
"I can't Steve, I'd be breaking the law"
"Well at least get the number plate checked out for me"
Jake then walked over to his police cruiser were he climbed into the drivers seat and opened up his works laptop, he then proceeded to pick up the walkie talkie on his uniform and asked the person on the other side for the details of the number plate reference 'CH05 EVY'. A name and last know address came through the walkie talkie. "Is that good enough Steve".
" that's perfect mate, thanks and don't worry I'll be fine"
"It's not you I'm worried about, its the guys on the other side, the ones who don't know that your an ex CIA spy."
Steve suddenly gave Jake a death stare before walking off to his Shelby GT500. He got into the car and watched Jake pull away, after knowing he was in the clear he pulled out a small black briefcase from under his seat and opened it. He picked up his m1911 which he used to use while he was in the CIA. He then also picked up a silencer and attached it to the gun, but he knew that one clip was not going to be enough, so just to make sure, Steve pulled two clips full of 45. Caliber bullets from his sun block and put them in his hoodie pocket. He then put the gun on the passenger seat and placed the case under the drivers seat before taking off as fast as he could to the last know address of the man who owned one if the black muscle cars.
As Steve pulled up to the house he saw a group of people walk into the back garden of the house he was 'visiting'. This was unusual since they were all wearing pinstriped suits and its a poor neighbourhood. Steve got out the car slowly with his hands on the gun in his front pocket of the hoodie. He knew that he could not turn around now that he was on top of a big discovery. As he approached the gate someone's voice got louder and the gat opened in a instant leaving no time to waste, Steve pulled the silenced gun from his pocket and shoot the guy who had opened the gate. He knew he was in for it when he realised that the guy had been talking with other people as he shot him. He pulled the gun on the two people and shot one of them in the head, he didn't want to waste time so he wanted to scare the living daylights out of the other guy so he ran at him and stuck the gun to the guys head head and asked what the me where doing back here. "I don't k ow anything, my boss told me to make sure no one gets into the basement".
Steve knew that something was wrong but he could not pit his finger on it so he decided to go deeper into the dragons lair. He opened the basement doors to find a small empty corridor. He carefully climbed down the ladder trying not to make a noise, but as he reached the bottom of the ladder he heard one if the doors opening. He did not know what to do so he ran to the side of the corridor and stuck himself up against the wall hoping that the men would not notice him,that was until he realised that two of the men were not wearing pinstriped suits. He lifted his gun up straight pointing it at the first man's head before deciding to pull the trigger or let them pass. But before he could do anything a loud voice came from above, "Intruder, someone's killed the guards". Steve knew it was now or never. He pulled the trigger and then ran full speed towards the second man. But the second man was prepared, he pulled a switchblade from his pocket and try to stab Steve, but Steve knew exactly how to counter it. He grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it back on its self before thrusting it towards the man. "Stop, please I'll give you anything if you spare me".
" Why should I listen to you"
"Because I know who ordered the hit on you, and who killed your nephew".
"Go on then"
"They are having a meeting in about 20 minutes with me, I'll pretend you are my bodyguard and when I give you the signal you can take them out"
"Why should I believe you" demanded Steve
"Because I'm a undercover cop who has been undercover long enough. That and they are planning to turn on me"
So Steve and the man sneaked out of the basement through a little window got into Steve's car and drove of to the meeting.
Steve and the undercover cop were now in a waiting room, waiting to be let into the conference room where they are supposed to meet the two men.
"You can go in now Joseph" said the lay behind the desk to the cop. And so Joseph opened the door and casually walked in followed by Steve who was now in a black 3 piece suit. Steve decided to wait by the door so that he could make a quick escape. Two second passed before the cop and Steve pulled their guns on the two men, that's when it clicked. One of the two men was a Mafia boss and the other was a hitman. But then the cop turned to face his gun at Steve which he then told Steve he was a mercenary hired by the Mafia to kill him. Being out numbered with to find pointed at you is not a nice place to be although it has happens many times before to Steve but they were never professionals.
