Alone

Kai’s Pov

When you grow up with strangers who don’t care about your well-being and have put many deadly encounters in front of you. You get calculative, but only some have enough self-awareness to do that, maybe only a handful of people. I’d like to consider myself one ... who can plot and plan to escape (hell) and get revenge while doing it. Well, my clock is running out. I’m being found out because I tried to help someone who wasn’t hand-picked with. Common sense, I am now infiltrating my 4th trafficking organization, and it’s proven to be more difficult than I initially thought. The tracking app I installed to locate the building was faulty. , it seems like they were anticipating me (when someone is hunting you, you are bound to fall into a trap). As I run down the dark hallway, I see a tiny light beaming under the door. I stop in front of the door and push it open, which is only enough for me to see a little through it, although the alarms will soon be notified about my presence here. I still had to make sure there were absolutely no kids being held here against their will. As I looked through the crack I’d made in the door, I saw 3 armed men behind one man who looked like he had jumped out of a bad mafia movie.

“Is this them?”

Trying to see who he points his light cigar at, I open the door a bit more to see 2 younger kids on the ground, gagged and bound by tape over their mouths and hands behind their backs. Another man stood before them, grinning like he just won the lottery.

“Yes, these are the Brandos family’s younger kids”!

I “mhhhhm,” looking at the kids on the ground.

As I decide to call him, the cigar man says, “I thought there were three. Where is the other?” I notice a bit of a Russian accent.

“Yes, there are three. I had to keep the other somewhere else for ... insurance.”

I only have 10 minutes till the alarms sound, and there is still a third child somewhere in this building, so I sneak myself through the door, crouch down behind a pillar, and get my combat knife out of my boot; I slip behind the guard closest to me and stab him twice in his aorta. Then I grab his gun and shoot the other two guards in the head ... Then shoot the cigar man in the leg, causing him to scream in pain. I move on to the other guy and ask him. “Where is the other child?”

He opens his eyes wider and says, “I- I PUT THEM IN THE ROOM DOWN THE HALL P-PLEASE DONT SHOOT” with his hands behind his head. Then I shot him in the chest twice, and I muttered, “fuckin bastard.”

I throw the knife to the oldest-looking boy so he can untie himself and say, “Hurry.”

While he is untying him and the sister, I turn my attention to the guy screaming in pain. Then I get close to his ear and whisper something in Russian: there is only one Russian mafia I know that is bold enough to kidnap the kids of the Italian mafia family (Brando)

I ask, “Why did HE have the Brandos kids taken and sent here.”

He smiles and says, “You do not know who you are dealing with.”

I smile back and say in Russian, “I know who your boss is and that he doesn’t tolerate mistakes.” I lift my eyebrow, losing the smile I had.

He also loses the playfulness in his voice and says, “I’ll die before I betray him; the Italian and Irish mafia will burn, and We will be the last ones standing.”

Running out of time, I say, “Suit yourself. Too bad you won’t be around to see that never happen,” and shoot him between the eyes.

Getting up, I turn towards the kids as they break the restraints; I ask them, “Can you use a gun” Knowing the Brando family requires even the youngest to be proficient in weaponry, they both look at each other and nod. I point to the two dead guys on the side that still have their sidearms in their holsters. They move fast for the weapons, both armed and ready to walk out the door. When we leave in the hallway, I move fast and check each room on the way to the exit. I open one door, and I hear sniffles and crying. I turn to the siblings and tell them to hurry inside the room and “Get in.” They move with haste as I close the door ... the siblings then run to the little child in the corner, and as relief washes their faces, they ask the toddler are you ok the little girl nods yes. I move toward the window and see out the corner of my eye a gingered-haired boy asleep on the ground. I pick him up, give him to the older girl, and say, “he is coming too.” Then we escape out the window to the fire escape. As the alarm starts notifying the guards that there is an intruder, we escape through the stairs leading downwards into an alley. Once I think we are safe, I feel a presence behind me and a prick on my skin as my consciousness slowly drifts away, but before I’m totally out, I hear the young girl say, “No, she helped us, “so I figured the Brando guards tracked the kids here and was going to save them all though they would have been too late. I just take this as a speed-up of my plans. I needed to have a face-to-face meeting with my partner anyway.