130 Scream Bloody Murder (1/2)

After fifteen minutes, we were done with the building of the wall of corpses. It looked pretty beautiful. I thought we stared for a little too long to be considered sane. We admitted to the same.

It was the same view in all of the other floors as well. It was sort of creepy to walk around them as he transported the stolen s.h.i.+pments out of the building. To our relief, we were not alone. More people had come in to do the hard labor and carry the heavy boxes out. They were impressed by the mounds of dead people as well. For two people to have killed as many were astounding to them. Once we heard the count, I was a bit awed myself.

Fifty-nine men. How had we managed that?

Michael had just patted my back awkwardly in front of all the people and then left the building. Under the strict order of the Boss himself, I was not to be allowed on the site of tomorrow's ambush. Apparently, I was in a delicate condition and had fought my share of people for this mission. I hadn't even known that we had a quota of dead people that we had to fulfil before being allowed to rest.

I wonder what incentive I will receive for killing all those people.

As I sat in the base camp surrounded by cars the next day, I was furious. No one was at the base except for me. I felt like an invalid. Only some of the tech people were hanging out. They had literally turned the mission into an impromptu picnic. They had marshmallows and dry food and whatnot. It was a mini party in the middle of nowhere. I was sitting among people my own age who had no clue as to how much danger they were in. They were obliviously joking around and running about doing absolutely no productive work. I couldn't figure out why Anthony had brought them in the first place.

I would like to think that I was protecting the base and the newly reclaimed s.h.i.+pments from being taken by Darcy's men, but my companions were no guards. They were naive little kids who did not know what the fear of death was.

I got up and left them partying. Inside the car, I cranked up the music and spread out on the back seat. I fully intended to take advantage of the time I had gotten off, even if I was p.i.s.sed off that Michael left me behind.

What was he thinking?

I groaned as I tried to get comfortable in the small s.p.a.ce. I don't know how long I sat lay there, waiting for sleep to take me. It never came, but paranoia crept in. I kept my eyes wide open. The music on the radio got annoying, so I reached over to turn it off. From the corner of my eyes, I saw something move in a distance. Convinced that it was one of the boys taking a leak, I let it go. But after a few seconds, this shadow moved again, and rather peculiarly. I froze in my spot as I waited for it to move away. Of course, it did.

I wrenched the door open, throwing myself out. I pulled my gun out and ran as fast as I could.