"I am on position." Catherine whispered through intercom, hiding amongst the bushes at the edge of a hill that gave a scenic view of north-east side of the bunglow. "On position as well." Miles said, as he laid down and toggled the spotter scope at the south-west side of the bunglow. His dark green shirt was acting as a camouflage in the bushes.

Sam, Adam and Rick were sitting inside the car at a reasonable distance from the main entrance of the bunglow so as to not rise any suspicions. "Roger, got it." Adam replied.

"I can see that scumbag Carl, in the first room, near the pool. I have four men in sight. On the roof–two on my twelve, one at ten and the other one at two. Should I hold fire or announce our presence ?" Dramatically, Catherine asked.

"Hold. Miles, give me a reading." Authoritatively, Sam said. "I see three." Miles replied.

"Catherine, Miles" He called.

"Yeah"

"Engage." Catherine and Miles smirked and aimed simultaneously at their targets. "Here we go" Miles uttered and pulled the trigger. Bullet flied out of the muzzle and into the air with great speed. As it was pushing through the air with that speed, it got closer and closer to the target. Until the moment when it stroke the man's head. Man fall off the roof. Upon hearing the loud thud, guards were alerted. They were looking around desperately in an attempt to find the attacker, but little did they know Miles and Catherine were masters of stealth. One of the men on the roof top alerted others.

"We have been attacked.
We have been attacked." He yelled. Around twenty to twenty five armed guards marched out and secured the perimeter.

"Woo, headshot." Miles cheered in undertones. "Watch me." Catherine said, and targeted at a man who was running down the stairs in hurry.

"Too bad you'd not be able to pee one last time." Catherine remarked, aiming at his head. "Steady, steady, steady and—" She pulled the trigger. Bullet hit the man's head and next second, his limp body rolled down the remaining stairs. Startled, man by the stairs ran to take cover but was shot by Catherine before he could.

"Wohoo. I am the best."

"Yeah, yeah.." Miles shrugged. Together, Miles and Catherine were clearing men one by one.

"We have got their attention, Your way is clear. Now is the time." Miles notified Sam and others. Grabbing the opportunity, Rick pulled off infront of the main entrance.

"Our turn." Adam said, inhaling a deep breath. Giving him a nod, Sam cocked his rifle and walked inside through the gate. Sam had his rifle aimed ahead while Adam guarded his back. Slowly and subtly they were halfway through the marble pavement when a gunshot that nearly hit Adam echoed around.

"Two attackers by the gate." That man yelled through the walkie talkie in his hand.

Adam and Sam turned right, their eyes spotted the man trying to take cover against a pillar. Within minutes, around ten armed men came out of the rooms. They were all loaded with assault rifles and 9mm handguns. Adam and Sam crouched by the boundry of a small garden, that was planted at an elevation of around three to four feet.

The swirling darkness of the night  was frightening even though the bunglow was illuminating with thousands of lights, and on top of that, those men fired blindly in their direction. Having no idea where they were firing, Sam and Adam fired back and had put five men to their death beds. Adam peeked and saw more men coming.

"This will take forever, they'll keep coming." Adam said. For a moment Sam thought, then said, "Hold fire." Adam had a look of confusion but he did as Sam had said. Men kept firing until few minutes later, they stopped, thinking that Sam and Adam were dead. Adam turned to Sam.

"Now ?" He whispered. Sam did not respond and was looking at his side. He carefully heard footsteps of those walking men. With each step, the sound became louder and louder.

Once the voice was distinct and clear, "Now." Sam yelled. They both took down five men again and ran at the opposite sides, taking cover against the walls, from where they had a better view at the advancing men. They quickly reloaded their guns and began firing, paving a way for themselves to advance upstairs. Bloody bodies of people that were alive just a few minutes ago carelessly laid around. Bullets covered the floor.

Sam and Adam carefully walked through the narrow balcony, a couple of steps away from the room where Carl Johnson was hiding. They walked one step ahead, then two, then three, when a man with built body came into their view. His brown hair were ruffled, his dark eyebrows were sloped downwards in a serious expression. Sweat droplets ran down his face and onto the floor as he aimed his pistol at Sam.

"Too scared to fight bare hands, Devil ?" He said, smiling slyly. It was evident that he wanted to provoke Sam. "What do you say about a man-to-man dual. I'd love to see, what you got." Sam's body tensed.

"Why aren't you shooting him ?" Adam whispered. Sam ignored, and threw his gun infront of him. The man smirked and threw his gun as well. " You go and find him." Sam ordered Adam. Adam nodded and went inside the room. Miles and Catherine were still on their positions and looking at the whole situation in confusion.

The man charged towards Sam, faster than he thought was possible. He threw a punch at Sam's face. Sam tried to defend himself but before he knew the man hit him in his guts. Sam was dragged back from his actual spot cause of the impact. He groaned and steadied himself on his feet.

Man bellowed and charged towards him again. Sam fisted his hands. His eyes had a predatory look. The man threw a punch again but suddenly, Sam's fist was slammed into his face. Blood flowed from the corner of Sam's lips as the man gagged. They stumbled apart for a brief moment before lumbering after each other over again with eyes flaring with anger.

Sam dodged his kick and came up with a attack of his own. He grabbed the man's head in his hands and brought his knee cap upto his nose with such a great force that scarlet oozed out from both of his nostrils. Man groaned in pain as he stumbled and fell down on the ground. Without any mercy, Sam grabbed the man by his hair until he was dangling on his toes and slamed his head into his ribs. Pain erupted into the man's body as he fall down again, unconscious this time.

Sam wiped his lips and walked into the room. Adam had his gun pointed at Carl Johnson. He was dressed in scrubby jeans and black shirt, his hair were combed back neatly. Sweat was trickling down his forehead. He was on his knees, his hands were raised up in surrender.

"What's happening ?" Sam asked in his deep and husky voice.

"This motherfu**er is trying to play smart. I'll fucking rip his tongue of his mouth." Angrily, Adam replied as he dug the muzzle of the pistol deeper into Carl's face. Exhaling a deep sigh, Sam bent down on his knees such that he was at the eye level of Carl. Shivering, he turned his head.

"Who are you working with Carl ?" Calmly, he asked. Without uttering any word, Carl just sat there frozen. Sam looked up at Adam. The way they exchanged a look it seemed as if they had discussed something just by a look. Next minute, Adam shot a bullet on the ground, beside Carl. Frightened, Carl jumped from his original spot and fall down again.

"Please..... please don't kill me." He begged. Sam narrowed his eyes.

"Aren't you so scared for being a gangster ?" Adam mocked. Carl gulped and whispered, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Listen, you fu**tard, I am in no mood of play. So you better tell me who you're working with or I'll gladly, kill you." Sam stated. His eyes widened in fear, he crawled back and tried to stand up,

"I really don't know what you're talking about. I am not....I am not Carl." Sam and Adam exchanged another look, indicating at their suspicion directed towards the man, who denied to be the person they thought he was.

"What do you mean ? Don't shit us, we very well know how you look." Gritting his teeth, Adam uttered.

"I am not.... I am not lying. They brought me here. Those men, you...you killed." Adam glanced at Sam, who had his eyes fixed at the man. "They got me a surgery and forced me to work for them." With trembling voice, the man said. Sam raised his brows and next minute, hit the man's head with the back of his gun. Within seconds, the man was unconscious.

"Put him in the trunk. We need to move out."

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