By the time I made it to the downtown docks on foot, it was already 3 a.m. My interrogation started around midnight but it took a little longer than I wanted it to, though I still ended up being on time for my new mission.

I arrived near the warehouses and climbed up a building that was across the street so I could get a better view. I sat with my legs swinging off the rooftop and waited. The night was dark but the moon was bright and full. Within a few moments, a sleek black limousine showed up and parked near the back entrance of the warehouse.

The first to arrive was Delilah Ramos. She was a rather attractive woman in her late twenties that usually wore a professional suit with her black hair in a ponytail. Her green eyes always shined brightly when combined with the jade jewelry she wore on her neck and wrists. Delilah became head of a drug cartel after her father suddenly and suspiciously passed away. Her father was effective and a genius, only entering the crime business when he failed to get grants for his expensive projects and his family went into poverty. He was fair enough, but not very popular with his employees, and Delilah was even less so. Many felt she did not deserve her place as head of the cartel, and she made it her job to change their minds one way or another. I had not had the opportunity to work for her yet, though I had worked for her father in the past. I believed his death was... assisted.

She stood by her car and waited a moment as her driver and a bodyguard joined her. They both wore suits and dark sunglasses and brimmed hats, a good way to shield most of their faces. The men both seemed to be armed and jumped slightly as a black SUV with tinted windows drove up and stopped just inches from them.

A rather large man stepped out of the SUV with a smirk. He was very well built, in his late thirties, bald with a goatee, and wore a black trench coat. This man was Jason Briggs. His rise to success, if that was what you called it, was far less complicated and interesting than Delilah's. He used intimidation and threats to get where he is today. He was involved with the murders of several small time crime bosses and slowly began acquiring all their territories. He now owned much of the underground black markets and had interests in smuggling arms, drugs, and sometimes people. His biggest asset was his control over half the police force around Hell's Kitchen. Mr. Briggs also happened to be one of my most recent employers.

Delilah and Briggs stood face to face with each other for a moment or two before continuing. Briggs nodded towards his SUV and two men in jackets brought out identical suitcases and places them on either side of Briggs. He nodded again and they took a few steps back. I grew tired of just watching and began to tune my ears to pick up their conversation. Under the right circumstances, my ears could pick up sound from a mile away.

"So, all the money we discussed is in the cases." Briggs started.
"We start splitting the drug trade from here on and I provide some extra cash flow and security. Sound good?"

Delilah carefully observed the suitcases and had her driver pick them up. He put them on the trunk of their limo and examined the contents. I could not see what was in them from my angle, but I could gather from his reaction it was sufficient.

"It will do for now." Delilah stated.
"Your arms will help me grow my empire, and I will be sure to let you have first look at my newest shipments."

"I can't wait to have first look at what you're hiding, doll." Briggs replied with a smirk. The male gender irritated me at times, but then again both genders tended to do so.

"Do not take my youth and appearance for granted, Briggs. I am just as cold as you and have my own ways of getting what I want." Delilah said, clearly having little interest in Briggs. I decided I liked Delilah better than him.

They appeared to attempt and shake each other's hands, but they never got the chance. At that moment, a police vehicle turned the corner and pulled up near Briggs and Delilah. The car kept it's lights on and the colorful flashes of red and blue seemed so out of place compared to the darkness around them. Two officers stepped out and approached the criminals. I decided to get closer for a better view, so I climbed down the side of my building and silently hid out of sight.

"Don't worry, I got this." I heard Briggs said as the officers came closer to him.
"Alright, boys. Listen up, I need your names and who you report to. I am sure we can clear up any misunderstandings with just a simple phone call." Briggs said with a forced laugh.

Those were the last words he ever said.

One of the policemen quickly pulled out a gun and emptied it in Jason Briggs' head.

Fractured skull, severe external and internal bleeding.

I did not need to analyze the situation any further to realize what was happening. Blood got onto Delilah's coat, which seemed to offend her more than the murder in front of her. Her guards quickly drew out their weapons as two more policemen came out from hiding in the vehicle and opened fire as well. I almost intervened, but then I realized I had seen those cops before. They worked for my boss, a few of the handful of officers on his payroll.

Delilah's driver shielded her and rushed to get her back to the limousine. My job here was to tie up loose ends, so I could not let her escape. I pulled out a gun of my own and shot out the tires of the limo. They were reenforced, of course, so it took an extra bullet or two. I then realized I myself was getting shot at from behind. The bullet hit my arm, but my cells regenerated quickly and pushed it out of my skin. The wound sealed shut again, just like nothing had ever happened.

I turned and saw one of Caliber's policemen had been taken out, while there was just one of Briggs' men left standing next to Delilah's bodyguard. It was the bodyguard that foolishly shot at me. Both men open fired at any moving thing, desperate to keep themselves and Delilah alive. Briggs' guard would need a new boss, after all.

I glared at Delilah's bodyguard and shot at his hands, making him drop his gun. He screamed in pain, as his hands were now a bloody mess, and fell to one knee. He was shot several times in the chest by the imposter policemen, but was clearly wearing a bulletproof vest. I sighed at the stupidity of my amateur assistants, and shot the guard square in the head with one bullet. While the policemen paused to gloat and taunt, I quickly proceeded to do the same to them. They fell with a silent thud, neither one of them expecting their deaths from my hand.

Briggs' guard stared at me, giving me the impression he was thinking of either begging for mercy, or shooting his way out of this situation. Unfortunately for him, he chose the latter. He shot me twice in the head, damaging my exoskeleton skin around my face. My metallic 'bones' were exposed until my facial cells stitched themselves back together. I literally spat his bullet back out at his feet and returned with shots of my own. He did not heal back from them, and fell with a crack as his head hit the cement.

I sighed slowly and felt my face set and return to normal. Behind me, a car engine started up and I heard Brigg's SUV drive away.

"Damn it!" I said to myself, upset I forgot Delilah could use the other car. I should have taken out both cars, and the police vehicle just to be safe. I shook my head and kicked the door to the police car, denting it in. I then slowly positioned each of the bodies to make it look as if it was a shootout, and both sides lost. I did not have to worry about leaving fingerprints, so I gave my gun to one of the guards that I did not kill, so it would look as if most of the killings came from him when they examined the shooting.

I cleaned myself off and started to leave the area, but then my phone went off for the second time that night. I did not even need to read the caller I.D. to see who was calling, only one man had this number anyway. I would have to think of someway of explaining this to Mr. Caliber, and quickly. Fortunately for me, my brain had a processor faster than a thousand super computers.