I duck behind a wall. I check the pockets of my body suit for refills, but I come away with nothing. I click the Bluetooth device hidden in my ear.

'Jay, we have a problem.'

Two beats and I hear Jay in my ear.

'Don't tell me you've run out of bullets. Again.'

I roll my eyes.

Jay takes in my silence.

'Oh, come on. You've got to understand that you don't have to unload twenty bullets onto a single person.'

I glance subtly at the dead bodies with bullet holes around me, and groan. I can hear faint footsteps in the background. Someone's coming to check in, and they might be here any moment.

'Now isn't the time for lectures, Jason.' I growl.

I hear him sigh, defeated.

'The sole of your shoes,' he says.

I raise my right foot and gently pry off the sole. Sure enough, stuck in between the ridges are something about forty bullets.

And I got one more shoe. Yay.

'You are welcome,' Jay says.

'Shut up,' I reply.

I reload my guns and slide the rest into my pockets before slitting the sole back into place.

I hear the footsteps getting louder.

Somebody flips on the light switch.

I know what they would see. The entire office cabin full of dead people.

'Shit,' the person mutters.

Shit indeed.

'Heads up,' I say, as I move from my hiding spot and fire two simultaneous shots at the security officer. He slumps forward and hits the floor headfirst.

Ouch, that must've hurt so badly.

I survey the room full of blood, dust and dead goons.

One, two, three, four, five, I sing.

There were fifty men, now none alive.

'How many more?' I ask.

'Just our guy,' says Jay.

I let my eyes roam the room one last time and walk out, switching the lights off.

I don't like wasting energy.

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It's easy to find his cabin. It's like a neon sign in the night. The plaque on the door reads, Mr. Shane Jackson, MD.

Oh, yeah.

I knock on the door.

'Yes?'

I hunk up my voice. 'May I come in, Sir?'

'Come in.'

I push the door open with my gloved hands and walk in.

Shane's greying head is bent over a computer, and he doesn't look up when he asks, 'Is the intruder got rid of, Broder?'

I snicker.

'Am I an intruder now, Shane?'

Shane's eyes widens as he hears my voice, and he looks up, his eyes darting in fear.

'Boss?' His voice wavers, 'You...You are here? I can explain... I...'

'Oh, Shane, Shane, Shane. It's okay,' I sit on one of the chairs from across him and hoist my legs up on the table.

'I am so sorry, Boss,' Shane stutters. 'I didn't... didn't mean to. It won't happen again.'

I work my jaw. 'Of course, it won't happen again. That is, until you see even more dollar bills.'

'No, no. I swear. I promise. I – '

I tap my chin, pretending to be in deep thought.

'You know what, Shane? There is another way that it won't happen again. You die.'

Drops of perspiration line his forehead.

'Boss?'

I feel my anger bubbling, like a volcano waiting to be erupted.

'Did you seriously think that you could get away after cheating me?' My voice is low and deadly, even to my own ears. 'Did you think you could build a safe haven with all the money you got for being a traitor? Did you think Ricardo's men could save you from me?'

I pull out my gun.

'I wonder how I should kill you.'

With an abrupt movement, Shane reaches for his desk, but I propel my upper half from the chair, using the momentum to stabilize my legs which were on the table, such that I am crouching on his table and kicking him back. Shane loses his footing and falls to the floor.

'Hmm... What were you reaching for?'

I pull open the drawer.

'Phone?' I pick up the sleek device. 'Nah.' I throw it to the side.

'Documents? Double nah,' I throw them to the other.

'Oh my.' I pull out a silver gun. I curl my fingers around the metal. 'That's impressive.'

I slide the recoils and click the safety off.

'Smooth,' I say, looking at Shane. 'Really, Jacky?'

I hop off the table and walk towards him. His eyes dart around, looking for possible escape routes, but there are none.

'You knew that I don't tolerant disloyalty, Shane. I hate backstabbing bastards. Like a lot. You knew that. Still, you went ahead and did it. You sold us out to Ricardo. You knew omerta. You knew the law. And that was bad.'

I push his own gun into his mouth.

'Any last wishes, Shane?'

His voice gurgles around the gun.

'Sorry. Didn't catch that,' I say, and pull the trigger, watching his brain explode into a million chunks of bloody flesh.

Yuck.

I look down at my shoes and click the Bluetooth earpiece.

'Jay, we have a problem.'

Two beats and I hear Jay in my ear.

'Don't tell me you got blood all over your shoes. Again.'

I roll my eyes.

/////

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