The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C Chapter 84

Their Prize The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize

84 – Boom!

Charlie POV

“Ready or not here we come! I hear Kai’s infamous battle ery come through the coms; I can’t help but smirk. He is always one for the dramatics.

The shit is about to get real. And he has a certain flare that lights up when he is excited, I mean that literally. The Omega team are like f**king ninjas, and they have the sickest sense of humor. They are all pyrotechnic freaks too, No idea what kind of distraction they have come up with, but it’s going to be eple,

I’m in a crouched position on the Northwest side with my Delta team. It has 22 men. These are my elite warriors. My handpicked fighters. Many of these men, I grew up with

My three youngest are only 18 but they were recruited off the streets 6 years ago when they were only 12. They had the guts to try to pickpocket me and my men. Instead of putting a bullet in their heads, I offered them a chance to train, and they outshined their whole class, even lopping the recruited marines and mercenaries with kill lists 6 feet long in point 5 print.

My team has three squad leaders who have their own smaller groups, each group has a unique skill set that we specialize in. Bravo team are my marksmen. My sharpshooters.

They are going to be our lookouts and sniper backup. Each member of my Bravo group has a guard from the Gamma team. They are great at observation and have lightning reflexes. The Ro team is my ground ops. They have extensive military backgrounds. Our second Draco is next to me. We will be going on the ground with the Ro team.

Our objective is to secure the west buildings and get sniper support as quickly as possible.

I hear Kai come over the commas again Delta, you got 3 bushes of oranges and a ripe lemon tree. Alpha you have two apple trees and a loose henhouse. The barn is set for Christmas, and we are having chocolate pie for dinner!”

In English, my team has three buildings (bushes) but with victims or innocent women (oranges). A ripe lemon tree means minimal foot traffic but it’s sophisticated buildings on lockdown. Jason’s team will have a heavy dose of armed guards (loose hen house) and two apple trees means there is a two–minute rotation to sl*p through unnoticed between training grounds. Kai said he set his distraction (Christmas) and the barn is the main house. Chocolate Pie is code for Ben cracked the security systems we need so we have tech coverage.

Ben comes through on the comms, sounding a bit staticky saying “Eagles have the crosswind. Soaring high today gentlemen!” He just confirmed he is set with drones and his team is monitoring all the security feeds. It’s go time.

I give the hand signal to my guys, who immediately get in their positions. They are all on comms, so they heard we are ready to go. I decide to give my reply in my comms with a little sass: “I’m coming home honey and bringing the ice cream” which is our code for ready. My guys chuckle darkly next to me.

Jason’s voice rings pridefully in my cars “Omega! Let’s go hunting and I hear a snicker behind me as my men all have their evil smirks and weapons drawn.

I look at my watch…in 7, 6, 5, 4,3, 2, 1.

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84–Boom!

The earth shakers an I see a huge fireball filled with black smoke and dust scatters high in the morning sky, large chunks of stone are being tossed in the air. I see the main house, the 5–story monstrosity has a side missing, the inside

BOOMEROOME

We look to our right slightly and see debris from a warehouse near Jason’s team being blown hundreds of feet in the air.

BOOM!

Another warehouse to the right is completely engulfed in flames. The black smoke rose high and fast.

We then start to hear a rapid succession of gunshots in the distance and that’s our cue.

With a flick of my wrist, I command my team to take their positions.

We enter into the dead zone; comms go silent as we approach the farge windowless structures. My guys split up and headed to the buck doors. Three teams, three buildings.

I head with Drace and our guys Eric, Chris, and Omar, who happens to be one of my 18–year–old protégés, Chris sets the small elarger f

C4 on the steel door, we all step back, and he hits a button on his watch. A bright yellow spark and a resounding pop quickly blast out, leaving the thick metal door unhinged and white smoke filling the air around.

A pat on Omar and Draco’s back signals them to move forward. They head in first and begin their safety sweep. As ! enter, my slides adjust to the dark room, and barely lit lightbulbs illuminate the cold harsh concrete boxes. I hear a Jesy POPs and see the flash of a gun in my peripheral, Chris and Eric follow Omar upstairs, heading to secure the roof. POPEPOP! I hear it again, but it’s muffled from upstairs. POP! POP! POP!

The warehouse we are in has an open floor plan. I see large wooden shipping crates sitting to one side, our f**king logo on the boxes. We suspected Dimitry had something to do with our stolen shipments.

To my left side, I see two large cage structures that span almost the whole wall and fill about a third of the whole building. Young women, many of whom are covered in dirt and blood are huddled together in groups,

I approach the cages and look at the women, lifting one hand off my gun and raising it to show I am not a threat. I mutter “It’s okay. You are going to be safe, Just stay here, stay quiet, and we will come get you out when we are done.” I repent the same thing in Spanish and Russlan, just in case they don’t understand English.

1 tap my watch and signal a direct link to my team “Report!” I demand.

“Bravo One Gamma One in position. Orange bush secure. twelve black spiders met the shoe. Forty–two red grapes are In a basket.” So building one had twelve guards now dead but has forty–two kids under 10 in a cage. Just f**king great! The f**king perveris.

“Bravo Two, Gamma Two in position. Orange bush secure. Seven hinck spiders met the shoe. Thirty–six green grapes and twelve banana wrappers in a basket. So we have thirty–six teenagers, under the age of eighteen in a cage and

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84–Boom!

twelve pregnant women chained up also in a cage.

“Bravo Three, Gamma Three in position. I hear Ona say ever the comms, but he sounds winded. “Nine black spiders met the shoe….” POP! “Make that ten!” He said. I see Drac come back out and nod to

I turn to the girls in the cage, several of them are huddled together, visibly shaking. “You ladies okay? A few nods slightly.

I notice a few ladies giving side glances to a woman covered in the shadows. I take a step closer, getting that gut feeling, something is not right here. I look more closely through the bars and see an older woman, a little more on the chubby side, a characteristic that was unusual for the skin trade and the certainly didn’t fit the physical features of the rest of the girls in the cage.

“You! Come here!” I order, pointing my finger through the bars and motioning for her to step forward. When she steps into the light, I see her face is caked in makeup, trying to mask the clear botched plastic surgery on her face. Her boobs are too large, and she wears gaudy gold jewelry and skintight clothes that do not flatter her apple shape figure.

She takes a moment and bats her eyes at me. Please, sir! You must help me! My name is Hita, and I was taken months ago. Those had men out there want to hurt me! She begins to blubber but the fails in her attempt to mask her thick Russian accent. One thing I noticed quickly was how clean she was compared to the woman sitting on the floor. And no one else wore slutty clothes or jewelry,

She continues to blubber and slowly moves her hands to her waist,

“Watch out!” A girl screams and I notice this Rita snaps her head towards the girl and snarls, but my hand is already on the trigger of my gun, and I don’t hesitate to pop a bullet right between her drawn on eyebrows, POP! Serves you right. b*tch! The girls all shriek as she drops to the floor. Draco comes beside me with some keys and quickly fumbles with the lock.

“Any others?” I say loudly, I see a few girls shake their heads. Draco quickly gets the door open and begins to drag the

I then say in my y comms after doing a quick head count “Nineteen sweet grapes in a basket. One snake in the pit.” This means women over 18 and one spy in the cell.

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