Price

Life is a range of feelings and hunches . For someone, it seems that in the course of their lives have already experienced so much, and others that have not experienced anything yet. Sometimes we do not know, that what we experienced ,stops us lived that what lies ahead of us.

He entered to the dark corridor of their branch. The walls were that colour since he started working here, one next to the other, scratches on the walls, made bay hitting by the guns and weapons, made that place more hunted. He breathed gasping for air with the smell of moisture floating there from endless times. Yes, he smelled the death, at least in places where they held their missions. Bandits never chose a lot better rooms to their hiding place. Their place of preparation was better than the villains. Special forces, did not go ready for action using the front door. For them they were designated entrance at the back, away from the looks of others. Input designed for civilians was well-lit and in the centre of the building. Special services gearing up the rear, away from the stares. He pulled down his ,washed this morning, and freshly ironed t-shirt, on which he had a harness with his favourite weapon. He liked this feeling of control over the situation, when the he had a gun under his sweater. He knew that he was standing on the right side, no difference what the situation appeared in front of him. Hair shaved for a short trim, even more exposed his wide jaw, neck muscles and wide shoulders.

He passed wide open steel doors. In a room in the newly renovated gym were practised some of his boys. Treadmills, weights, bikes and a big mirror for self-looking. Take care of form was the basic requirement of working here. He put them to the requirements, and as soon as someone standing out, he losing his chance. He looked around, just watched he was not very talkative this morning. Two worked out on the bench, one on a bike, and another two on the treadmill did the tenth kilometre. Always wondered if they thinking the same thing when he is approaching the action. How much they caring about others and how their career and increase feelings of adrenaline get the influence on their life’s. This could not be accused of this work. When he entered the password to a building or place of villains adrenaline increased almost equal to the amount of spend an intoxicating moments with a woman. He was hooked from that. The first and the last thing he thought of the day was the action they have to carry on.

It’s time. - He nodded at them meaningfully head.

Well, let’s do it.

Everyone stood up almost simultaneously and followed him. In the next room was another five. They sat and drank coffee. As soon as Michael stood in the doorway they knew that the time has come. It was five in the morning, when they had to take and go to the designated place. The action was set at 7.

They all went to the room with a big table. They sat comfortably on wooden chairs and let him speak. Like an old teacher slammed pointer in the table and received intentional silence. The guys just smiled to themselves, but they knew it was time to gather. Set the body and mind to work. It took him half an hour to show them the entire plan along with repetition and obtaining certainty that everything is understood and explained in detail. He knew that if something goes wrong with one or more of them may lose their lives, and it was not necessary in every possible way. He did not lose the people and they will stick to plan. He knew the enemy are the gangsters of smuggling drugs and distribute them among minors. A thousand less addicted children, he told himself at any such action.

They went to the next room, where there were their lockers, bathrooms and all the equipment needed to be ready. As always, there were no jokes or goofy behaviour only silence, peace and focus on what they have to do. One after another jumped into the shower and getting ready for action.

Michael either took off a harness, vest and pants and stepped under the warm water jets. His muscles were so tight with stressed, and this was one of the few things that brought him a bit of relaxation. He can never be quite sure what was going to happen. He was already on a lots of ambushes, even some he has command. It is thanks to his well know-planning skills over the last year allowed him to command his own branch. He stepped out of the shower, wrapped himself in a towel and went back to the locker room. He watched on his people. He was 30 years old and they were a few years younger. They wore on themselves black suits, bulletproof vests, gloves and helmets. He saw that some people are afraid, others pray, and still others try to somehow lighten the atmosphere with laughter, but no one want to talk too many, just single word or jokes. Each of them was holding what he feels for himself. Michael was excited, but scared as well. They were only humans, something could go wrong and will dearly pay for it. However, the most important is a positive attitude, and this lead them to the front. Then the adrenaline takes over and give advice to perform each element of the plan in a higher standard.

He rubbed his head with a towel and reached for his pants. Tense neck muscles had to the limits of endurance. He massaged his neck and stretched tortured muscles.

Maybe massages boss? - joked one of the guys.

I am going to meet a bunch of concubines, but after we finished.

Later, it’s probably all we should be. - Everyone laughed.

They needed another half an hour to prepare and load the weapon. Michael met them last time around and as he never know what to tell them he said:

I know that this case is difficult and may be bloody end, but I believe in all of you and each one that we can handle it. Thank you for your commitment and see you on the beer in the evening. To work guys!

As soon they found themselves in a car, set on the back of that there have did not exchange many words. Everyone of them was immersed in his world. They were ready, ready for everything.

The grounds on which they were to succeed was wooded, so no sniper exploits, not out of the question. Only clean face to face contact, but rather the gun to the gun. They pull up quickly and set up positions. One password and they went into battle.

In the distance you can hear all senses irritating sound of crushed doors and windows. The roar of the glass does not allow Michael normally take thought. Outside, the sun is shining and the sky is not having a single cloud. A perfect day for a walk or picnic. However, the building masked by the trees of , away from the main road done their share to net drug dealers. One after another, masked, focused go inside the building. You can only hear the boys screaming and bang bodies bandits folded steel and cast to the ground, one after the other. The shots are falling at a steady acceleration from both sides. However, there is nothing to stop them from attack. To complete the action, nobody even knows what happened. How many were wounded, this he is the most important goal: the successful ending. Everything is happening at an alarming rate, that no one is aware of nothing more than how many still have to overcome. When all lie in front of them, he can catch his breath and collect his thoughts.

Michael leaned against the wall of the building, caught his breath and slid down by it. He had only just calm down, he looked around to found all off his men. The gun fell from his hand, followed by a small trickle of blood dripped from somewhere. Shouted loudly to gather his people, he looked on his shoulder, and these were his last words. He did not remember anything more, he lost consciousness. Under the left collarbone he had entry wound caused by a bullet, he had lost so much blood that his state of consciousness is not able to return to normal. Immediately they notified the service that took him to the hospital.