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I thought to myself it was now or never as I dove in through the doorway into an adjacent room in the barn. While it looked like a barn from the outside, this was no ordinary barn based on what I saw inside. The walls were made of thick concrete to offer protection from bullets. Due to the structure and hard walls the sound echoed through out so one could not know where the sound came from.
Based on the layout in the barn I had to go through a couple of different rooms clearing each one and hoping that I would not get killed before I found Valdero. As I went room by room it felt like an eternity at each step I took, like I was moving in slow motion. I could hear my breathing as if it were the only sound in the barn and my head was throbbing.
One guard popped out of a room before I could get to it and started shooting at me with his pistol. I was grazed on my left arm by his bullet but that did not stop me from dropping him with a spray from my machine gun.
As I advanced on the second to last room I could hear someone wheezing inside. I paused for a moment to gather myself before I headed into the room. But before I could even enter someone shouted out “Don’t kill me, you can have anything you want in here!”
“Throw out your weapon!” I yelled. Two pistols were slid out of the door. I entered the room with my weapon ready and saw Valdero. Valdero was the last one left. He was crouched over and out of breath. Before I could say anything further he motioned to an inhaler on the floor. I kicked it over to him and he took two a puff from it and slowly began to breathe easier.
“Take anything you want, the safe is over there. Just don’t kill me.” he said as he pointed to the back of the room. “What’s in the safe” I inquired. “Drugs, cash, gold, it’s all yours.” he replied. “Which cartel are you from?” Valdero asked.
“Cartel? You idiot, I am not from any fucking cartel.” I replied.
“Don’t you remember the phone call from earlier today? I am the pilot you pinned the blame on for stealing the cash!” I said.
Valdero looked a bit stunned.
“So you’re not some fucking rival cartel looking to wipe out the competition?” he said with a bit of a laugh. “But you, the fucking pilot . . . managed to take down my small army. Impressive!”
“We could use a soldier like you.” said Valdero.
“Open the safe.” I said in response.
“Alright, as you wish. But the money in here is chump change compared to what you could make as a cartel employee.” he said as he walked over to the safe.
Valdero entered the key code and opened the safe. Indeed there was cash, drugs and gold in the safe. There also was a gun. Valdero grabbed the gun and swung around while shooting. It must have been his last ditch effort to try and prevent the worst from happening. He must have wanted to prevent his world from collapsing in on him. He probably felt like I did, finish him or die trying. Die indeed he did as he was not fast enough. As he fell to the ground he had a bit of a smile on his face. He knew he had been defeated, but the smile was more of a message to me. The message was one I understood very well. Even though I won and accomplished what I came to do there would be no real prize for me as I would have to always watch my back.
Before searching through the safe I went to the garage attached to the house and found keys to a sedan parked in the garage. I grabbed an empty duffel bag and drove the car back to the barn. I loaded up as much of the cash and gold as I could into the duffel bag and threw it into the trunk. I put my weapons into the trunk and headed off of Valdero’s compound. I don’t know how much was in the bag and did not care to count it at the moment. I just wanted to get as far away from this as possible.
I headed out back on the highway. I knew if I went back to the States the police probably would have an APB out for me based on what happened at my house and the hangar. I would have to leave that house behind and everything along with it. As I was driving I thought long on what I would tell my wife and about what I would need to do to bring us back together again.
After driving for ninety minutes I came upon a small town. There was a run down hotel in the center of town. It looked like the hotel had not seen better days in a long while, but for someone like me it offered a sanctuary where I could rest. The instant I hit the bed I fell into a deep sleep and dreamt about my wife and son that night. We were in a houseboat somewhere on the sea. Even though everything seemed tranquil and calm in my dream there was still a slight feeling of edginess I could not shake.
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