This gang had hijacked one of our vans with a few of our people in it. That was this afternoon. The stupid idiots didn't check the van for any tracking devices.
Every single weapon, car, and person always has a tracking device on them. My father would've been dead hadn't it been for his tracker almost five years ago. So now it is a requirement.
We were quickly able to locate them. Marco is tracking me, while Jonathan is hacking into the security cameras. If anything happens, or if they see someone, they will tell me.
Dad and Grandpa are most likely just a few steps behind me since they had the late start. They are probably with a team as back up. I will need it.
That is exactly why I am taking my time down these halls. I am waiting for my backup to catch up with me.
"Maggie, Leo is a few halls behind you." Marco informs me. "They are stopped."
"Why?" I answer as quietly as possible.
"Baby, keep going forward, we are close behind you, but we should let them think it's just you. We are right here."
"Great." I mutter sarcastically.
Not less than a second later, someone whips around the corner shooting at me. I duck and throw the smoke grenade near their feet. As the smoke fills the air, I charge at him, taking him down with my knife over his throat.
"Where are our people." I seethe, he looks frightened from what I can see.
"Opposite side of the warehouse from here." He shakes as he cries.
I put him out of his misery.
"Our people are on the opposite side of the building. They must've moved them."
I continue down the hallways, now running. I shoot two people who came out of their hiding, and more gunshots around the building goes off. When I get to the entrance of the main and open area, I look into the place.
Six people are standing there waiting. They are formed in a circle with their backs towards each other, they hold their guns with two hands, ready for my arrival. They haven't caught onto me yet. So, I use that to my advantage.
Lining up my shot, I shoot one in the head, the kickback from the sniper rifle hitting my shoulder a bit too hard. Quickly, I recover just in time to shoot the second guy in the heart.
With two out of the six dead, I throw the explosive grenade in the room and take cover behind the wall.
One, two, three, and it goes off. Perfect.
By now, Dad has caught up. He's helping me up from my crouched position, and I laugh at his face. He has decided to grow out his beard. "Shut up." He says his most famous line of his.
"I didn't say anything."
"You didn't have too." I roll my eyes. He's so mean. "Let's get this over with, I want to watch Stranger Things tonight."
The sixth season came out this afternoon. It's been five years since the fifth. I literally inherited a mafia before they could film twelve episodes. I also graduated, and am in the process of getting an art degree at NYU.