mission on

"Command, Frost coming in," Frost spoke, hiding behind a sandbag.

Gunfire poured in his direction from different angles, most of them hitting the sandbag, while he barely missed some.

He racked his gun, and turned to see his target but a bullet came out of nowhere so he had to continue hiding.

"Commanding Frost speaking, I am in position, do you copy!" Barasa barked into the ear bug.

But what came back was complete silence, still nothing from the other end.

He gritted his teeth together in frustration, and removed the ear bug from his ear and threw it on the ground.

Listening closely from where the bullets were coming from, he made a quick calculation. There are seven shooters.

Without further thought. He squatted, using his handgun he shot two of the shooters from the east, then threw a knife at the last one standing at the east, without missing, the knife got the shooter on his forehead and he dropped dead instantly.

Barasa immediately took that opportunity and ran for the east building where the dead shooters were.

Bullets rained on him from the remaining shooters but he skillfully dodged every one of them.

He marched into the building, without wasting a second. He brought out his shotgun and started firing one bullet at a time.

Never missing his target, in the next five seconds the remaining four shooters were soaked in their own pool of blood.

Barasa slowly crouched down and removed the knife from his shoe.

Without wasting an instant, he swung the knife skillfully into the eye of an enemy then pulled it out ruthlessly.

The man screamed out, holding his eyes. Barasa drove the knife into his forehead and pulled it out, then slammed it back into his mouth, silencing any further scream. The enemy dropped dead as he pulled the knife out from his mouth again.

Barasa took a step back, dodging the flying kick that was supposed to meet his face.

The enemy swung a punch that Barasa caught and pulled closer. Barasa slammed his forehead into the enemy, immediately blood poured out of his eyes and ears.

"Weak," Barasa muttered.

Barasa turned and was met with a punch to his face. He staggered back but he didn't let the enemy have an upper hand again.

Barasa did a tornado spin, his feet crashing into the enemy's neck followed by a bone-chilling crack sound, as the enemy dropped dead.

Another one came from nowhere and rushed to Barasa. He grabbed both of Barasa's legs and slammed his back onto the nearest pillar.

Barasa used his elbow to elbow the guy back once, then kneed the guy on the face. He then raised him up just to dig his thumbs in the guy's eyes.

An agonizing yelp left the guy's throat and he fell to the ground, holding his eyes.

Barasa picked up a handgun from the floor and finished him off, with a bullet to his skull.

Outside, the rampaging sound of endless gunfire echoed across the abandoned building. More men kept pouring in, and the sound of raging gunfire was enough to tell Barasa that his men were here already.

The hair on Barasa's arm stood. He felt a presence behind him. Making a swift turn within a millisecond, he pulled the trigger but the person dodged the bullet so it ran into the wall.

"Boss, it's just me, Butcher," Butcher said.

"Cunt," Barasa cursed under his breath.

Butcher moved forward, and hugged Barasa, breaking his no physical contact rule. Barasa pushed him away almost immediately.

"A lot to your head or to your dick? You fuck ass shit," Barasa threatened, pointing the gun to Butcher's crotch.

Butcher chuckled, covering his crotch area. He was soaked in blood, possibly from the men he had killed.

Barasa walked to examine the gunfire.

"I and the boys have been away for a month and this is how you welcome us. Not good," Butcher spoke.

"The bag," Barasa asked, and walked back to Butcher.

"Still in the building," Butcher replied.

"And you didn't get it," Barasa barked with gritted teeth.

"Yo chill, there are some angry mother fuckers in that building, you don't expect me to single-handedly take out a hundred armed men," Butcher explained.

Barasa shook his head, already regretting having Butcher on this mission.

Not only did he not get the bag, he has made Barasa speak more than he usually does.

"You did quite a number out here huh?" Butcher said, and pushed a dead man's body.

"We're going for the bag." Barasa said, with that he turned and walked out of the east building.

Barasa rolled his eyes and walked away.

Butcher took out a lollipop and put it in his mouth, he closed his eyes and exhaled as the sweet taste filled his taste buds. Butcher's eyes flew open again, already red with excitement.

The lollipop was mixed with drugs; it helped him focus when he was in his kill mode.

He followed behind Barasa, slowly shooting down any enemy spotted.

Within a second, Barasa and Butcher were surrounded by more than ten armed men cornering them.

"Cunts," Barasa groaned, totally pissed.

"Folks be walking freely into their death," Butcher muttered and chuckled.

"So who am I to refuse sending you fuckers to hell, with pleasure fellas. Say hi to the devil for me when you see him," Butcher added.

Barasa was already pissed by Butcher, and Butcher wasn't in his right mind. Together they started taking down the men, while dodging the bullets skillfully.

They stood back to back, as more men poured in, moving occasionally to dodge bullets and knives thrown at them.

Barasa saw from the corner of his eyes, a bullet heading straight for Butcher and if he didn't act fast that bullet would definitely hit Butcher so he stepped in.

The shooter who had pulled the trigger on Barasa dropped dead, behind him was a man standing with his gun pointed in the direction of the dead shooter.

He was dressed in all black similar to Barasa's, and only his eyes were left out but Barasa recognized him immediately. Jackie.

Barasa didn't wait to start sharing pleasantries with Jackie, he pulled out another gun and started taking enemies out, one after the other moving with precise steps never missing. Butcher too wasn't lacking. He was stabbed in his leg but he never missed the opportunity to kill.

Luck was on their side when the other three came in, joining the fight as more enemies poured in.

Gunshots rained, and body after body dropped, one after the other.