3. Whistles in the Dark
Whistles in the Dark
Havoc
My life had been a sequence of set moves that I orchestrated each day for survival and to stay on top.
Apparently, today would be another test of my ability to remain the assassin world’s apex predator.
With guns loaded and ready, I headed to the door and snatched it open.
Most of the light was out in the hallway, making it almost impossible to see. The person had also released a smoke bomb which layered the space in this deep stinky fog.
Damn it. I can’t smell the person. Which means I can’t track them.
I sneered in annoyance.
Then, a body fell right at my feet.
What the fuck?!
Another one dropped too.
I lowered to them and squinted.
Alright.
It was club security dressed in all black with silver knives jutting out of their chest.
Okay. Not a complete fuck face idiot.
The third body landed on the floor in front of me, and nothing hit harder than a dead man falling to the ground.
It was a sound I could never mistake.
Next, a long whistle rang in the air.
Why the hell did he whistle like that?
When faced with danger, one didn’t go into it, they went from behind. If this assassin were in front of my door, I would get them from an unexpected area.
Instead of racing out into the hallway, I shut the door, rushed to my window, opened it quickly, and climbed outside.
This was why I always stayed on the first floor. I liked several ways to get in and out of a room without anyone knowing.
More shots boomed as I jumped out of the window and hit the ground.
Okay. Okay. Don’t fuck up my favorite spot with your bullets. I would like to come back here one day.
Running toward the building’s back entrance, I gripped my guns in each hand and then checked either side of me, wondering how many people had figured out this island was my new hiding spot.
A few people ran around the place, but it was all island security rushing toward the shooting.
“Eh!” I grabbed the biggest security guy. “Let’s get this asshole from all sides.”
They nodded.
“Ten should go that way.” I pointed to the front of the club and then gestured at several others. “You all come with me.”
Whoever it is, I hope you brought a fucking army. That’s the only way you’re going to get me.
With several men, I got us to the back entrance of the building that lead to the hallway where I knew this idiot would be at.
Another whistle rang in the air.
What did it mean?
Was the person signaling to someone else?
I had to admit that the curiosity of the whistle fucking intrigued me.
This is going to be an interesting night, indeed.
Security and I reached the door to the hallway.
Three men jumped in front of me.
The first man opened the door and slipped through the empty doorway silent as a ghost. The other two rushed in later.
And then the door slammed closed and locked.
Hold up. What?
Someone had done it from the hallway.
I knew it couldn’t have been the security.
It was him?
“Oh wait. He’s right behind you!” I tried to open the door and warn them, but it remained shut.
Shots rang out from inside.
Damn it. They’re dead.
I shot the knob with my gun as more banging and booming came from the other side of the door.
The knob fell away.
Annoyed, I kicked the motherfucking door down.
Silence greeted me.
The lights were off.
Moonlight from the doorway displayed the gory view.
The rest of the guards and I entered the hallway.
Shit.
The first guard had died with a dagger in his throat. The handle dripped with blood and looked like a dragon or a huge lizard.
Had I had more time, I might’ve studied it.
The other guards lay on the ground.
One had his hand wrapped around his neck. His body jerked back and forth as blood spilled from his fingers.
“Up,” the poor guy gurgled.
Huh?
More blood bubbled out from his lips. “Up.”
Up? Fuck! The person is above me.
I didn’t even move my head up as I shot at the ceiling without looking.
A small foot hit my jaw.
I crashed into the wall.
Shit!
The guards behind me shot at the person, but it was too late. The person had kicked me and then dropped to the ground.
Where is he?
I squinted through the foggy space.
Then, a person landed on my shoulders and fabric wrapped around my face, suffocating me.
Shit!
I dropped my gun, clawing at the person. And those dumbass guards shot at the assassin and came close to hitting me. “Stop shooting!”
A whistle came.
The person jumped off me, propelling my body to the ground.
It had been a long time since I’d fallen in combat.
In fact, it had been years.
And here I was in a smoky hallway surrounded by guards and getting shoved into the ground like a fucking bullied high-schooler.
Who the fuck is this? I’m going to kill this asshole.
There was no time to glance or check around.
Whoever was doing this had serious training. The type of education that I’d had in my younger years.
I considered his weight when he landed on my shoulders.
Not heavy at all? It’s a slim guy.
Then, I spotted him walking up to me.
There you go.
I jumped off the floor and launched for the figure in front of me, tightening my hands around his neck, and cracking the bones easily.
I got you!
I slammed my fist into his head.
More bones cracked.
Warm blood spurted over my fingers and dotted my face.
“No!” Someone yelled.
A flashlight’s glow hit the man I’d just killed.
Shit. A hotel guard.
I wiped the blood on my pants. “We need more light so we don’t kill each other.”
Several men came in with phones, lighting the area.
On the ground lay several bodies.
All guards.
Where are you?
More armed men raced into the hallway.
Shouts came from the lobby.
We all ran that way ready to kill this fuck face.
At least twenty men beat me to the lobby, and then the explosion hit next.
Shit!
I jumped to the ground.
Bodies flew in the air.
Flames blazed up the walls.
Wood splintered.
Glass cracked.
Men and women screamed in horror.
And then that fuck face whistled from the hallway.
What? No fucking way!
The killer had never left the hallway.
The noise in the lobby was just a trap.
It was a timed bomb, triggered by his whistles.
That’s why he’s whistling so much. Goddamn it!
Someone shouted outside. “He’s here! I see him!”
The remaining guards ran out the door with their guns in the air.
The next whistle came from the hallway.
“No. He’s not out there!” I waved my hands around. “It’s a trap—”
A bomb exploded.
And then more blasts sounded.
Defeated, I dropped my hand to my sides.
Smoke curled around me.
That damn whistle sounded again from the hallway. Once again, the person had never left his spot, just lured the security around to die.
That’s it. I’m going to personally kill this motherfucker.
All my guns had fallen earlier, I grabbed another gun off the ground next to a body torn to pieces.
Blood splattered all over the place. With all the bombs that had detonated, it looked like two massive gangs had declared war on the island.
I doubt I’d be invited back to this club again or even this side of the world.
The front doors flung open.
Several wounded men stumbled inside.
Crossbow bolts whizzed through the air and sliced through most of them.
Are you fucking kidding me?
The few men that had missed being shot simply fell to the floor themselves and died from something else, probably smoke inhalation or shrapnel from the bomb.
Who the hell still uses crossbows?
One man shook on the floor. “There are. . .electric triggers. . .everywhere. . .bombs. . .computerized. . .bows.”
I kneeled by him. “He has the place rigged?”
“Y-yes.” He fell back down and gasped for air, his chest rising and falling like he’d just ran for his life.
No one else is outside. It’s all rigged. You step a certain place. Boom. The fuck face whistles and then. . .boom .
Using electronics took a lot of planning. People used triggers when they had a small team.
It’s not a big team. Probably two or three people. Maybe even one.
The fuckface whistled again.
I’d been expecting it.
I concentrated on the sound. It would have been musically pleasing, had so many people not been dying around me.
Hmmm.
There was something off about the whistle.
What is it about that whistle?
Something tapped at my head the whole time.
Never mind.
It had come from the hallway again. Clearly, this motherfucker is back on the ceiling. It was a good idea for him to shut off the lights.
I breathed in and out.
Fuck it.
Quiet rode out the air.
We both waited for the other to make a move.
A guard silently got to my side. I had no idea where he came from, but I was happy he arrived. Two others hurried in and got behind me.
I whispered, “How many people are down?”
“Almost all of security but five or so are still alive.”
“Fuck.” Their deaths wouldn’t go unnoticed. I’d have a lot to account for with the hotel, once all of this was done.
Yeah. I’m going to kill this asshole.
“So,” I leaned in. “He’s on the ceiling. We rush forward and blast the top.”
“Okay.”
I gripped the gun hard. “Go.”
The guard rushed off, charging to the opening of the hallway with his arms in the air, shooting at the ceiling. It was at this moment a tiny, masked figure dressed in black stepped out of the shadows and sliced off his arm.
No! He wasn’t on the ceiling after all.
Stunned, I didn’t even move.
Hold on.
The shit happened so fast and so unexpected, but I did catch a decent view of the cocksucker.
Tall and curvy? Breasts? That’s a woman!