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That was the last thing they did. As the shots fired off they echoed in the hangar, two down. Before Richie and his remaining men could react I fired off a few more shots and took out some more of his goons.
One of his men came charging at the barrels where I was concealed firing his automatic weapon wildly as if it were some sort of kamikaze attack. My shot hit him dead in the chest and he fell. Richie meanwhile ran behind the truck he came in. Since the idiot did not drive he did not have the keys to start his vehicle. He would have to get it off of the dead body of one of his men.
All that time I felt nothing but coldness. The sun was out at its high point and the ground was warm, but I felt numb as if I had been lying in the coldest winter snow. The fact I had just shot five people had not registered with me yet. Maybe my military training was kicking back in.
I could see Richie hiding behind his vehicle through my scope. I had a clear shot at his leg, but did not shoot. He kept shifting back and forth trying to see where the shooting was coming from. He was pinned down and did not know where to shoot at.
“I am going to kill you!” Richie yelled “You don’t know who you are messing with!”
I said nothing. Due to the nature of the buildings and the echoes it was hard to pin point where sounds came from. Richie just sat behind his vehicle, too scared to move and too stupid to figure out what to do next. I then took the shot and hit him cleanly in his lower calf. I could hear him screaming in pain.
I waited a minute and then went towards the vehicle from a concealed point with my .45 drawn. As I came up on him with my .45 aimed at his head I could see he was clutching his calf with one hand and his pistol in the other hand.
“Drop it asshole!” I ordered him. Richie took a moment to think about whether he should drop it or shoot at me. He dropped the weapon. I moved closer to him. “Who do you work for and who else knows about the missing money in your organization?” I asked him calmly. “Fuck you!” he said “I am going to . . .”. I aimed and then shot at his foot on the leg that had not been shot yet. He screamed out in pain. “We can do this the hard way if you like.” I told him. “Who do you work for and who else knows about the missing money?” I again asked.
“I work for the largest fucking cartel in Sonora and they will be coming to kill you and your family soon for stealing our money.” he uttered. Richie was trying to keep his composure as the pain seethed through his body.
“Who is the next level boss above you?” I asked, with weapon still pointed at Richie. “Valdero, you idiot.” he replied.
Richie went on “You really have no fucking clue, do you.”, “You probably didn’t even steal the money. That asshole Tyler must have done it and left you holding the bag. I guess it’s too late for you now though.”
“Where do I find Valdero?!?” I asked with a little more impatience in my voice.
“Fuck that I know, he finds me when he needs me. When I need to tell him something I call him up.” replied Richie.
I grabbed Richie’s cell phone from his coat pocket. He was not in much position to protest. The most recent calls included one to Valdero about 40 minutes ago. After reviewing the call logs I put the phone in my pocket.
“How often does Valdero switch numbers?” I asked him.
“He doesn’t, no one is going to touch him regardless of what they know.” Richie replied. “He is connected in too many places and greases enough palms to stay under the radar.”
Richie served his purpose and gave me the information I needed. I fired two shots in Richie and ended our conversation. His lifeless corpse looked up at me as if it was ready to deliver some vendetta. But today was not the day for that vendetta.
I searched through the vehicles that Richie and his crew came in. Rummaging through the vehicles I found some .45 ammunition and one thousand dollars in cash. “One grand, must be pocket change for these chumps” I said to myself as I put the cash into my pocket.
After securing my gear I walked back to Richie’s vehicles one last time and shot a couple of rounds into the gas tanks. As the gas started trickling out from the tanks I lit a flare and tossed it into the puddle of gas. I figured the fire would lead someone to the bloodbath that I left behind since the hangar was out in a remote part of town. I drove off knowing that there would be some future price to pay for this mess, but I did not want to look back in the rear view mirror and reflect on it too much.
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