Waking up, Alex felt his body was lighter, his movement more controlled and efficient, his senses sharper than before.
Looking around his room, he noticed things that could be improved to make his response to danger quicker and more seamless. As he continued to look around his room, he could help but think to himself, 'Man, I was too clumsy.'
Shaking his head, he got up from bed and moved towards the mirror in his room, he looked at himself, his body was even leaner, as though unnecessary fat has evaporated from his body leaving behind a body trained to be efficient in killing and combat. He flexed his muscle and admired the change in his body,
'Damn, its going to be harder for the ladies to resist my charm now,' he thought to himself as he laughed at his own humour.
Preparing himself and wearing his usual Black shirt and black leather jacket, he walked towards the table as he took his gun and seamlessly checked its camber and cocking it, his movement feeling like they came naturally, which in fact did. Holstering his gun in his back he exited the room, entering the larger area of the warehouse.
Seeing Ana working on her computer, he fell into thought as he suddenly thought about his interaction with her yesterday. Shaking his head to dispel the thoughts, he approached her,
As he got behind her, "What are yo-," to his surprise, Ana immediately turned around, aiming a knife towards his eye, seeing the incoming attack, Alex immediately shifted back and caught her hand disarming her, but Ana seeing that she was disarmed, followed up her attack with a swift kick aimed at Alex's abdomen to try an create some space between the two. Seeing the kick coming, Alex blocked her with his forearm and immediately held her hand and turned her to face him, their face's inches apart from each other.
They looked at each other for what felt like eternity, Ana's face showing disbelief,
'How did he get so close to me without making any noise, and those movements...'
Alex feeling a gun pressing against his family jewels, thought to himself, 'Feisty,'
"If you don't mind, can you move your gun away from my gun…" Alex said with amusement in his tone.
"Let go of my hand." Ana retorted to Alex; her tone sharp.
Relenting, Alex let go of her hand and raised his hands up in a show of surrender. But Ana still not removing her gun from Alex's balls. The scene would've looked comical to any third party looking at them.
"Hey hey…...I let go of your hand didn't I, you not thinking of ending my bloodline here and now do you...?" Alex continued to joke but was starting to be concerned as Ana was looking at him like she was contemplating if she should shoot or not.
But contrary to Alex's thoughts, Ana was just occupied with her own thoughts,
'Those eyes.... They're so lost...?" she thought as she continued to look at his eyes,
"Earth to Ana...can you stop pointing your gun, I can feel my balls being traumatized because of you...?" Smiling as he saw he got her attention.
Regaining her composure, she stepped back and cleared her throat, "Sorry, I was lost in thought."
"For a second there I thought you were going to blow my balls off." Alex commented while sighing dramatically.
"How did you get behind me...?" She asked with curiosity in her tone, 'I didn't even hear him get so close to me until he spoke.'
Hearing her question, Alex thought back to the experience he assimilated with while he was sleeping, 'Its probably that.'
"I just walked...?" Alex answered with nonchalant in his voice, this caused Ana to look at his as if to read something from it, before she nodded her head and turned around to continue whatever she was doing on her computer.
Looking at her, Alex couldn't help himself as he smiled,
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On the other side of the city, Doug now known as Knox in the streets was making big moves with the big pay day he just had.
The $400 000 although might not seem like much in the grand scheme of things, but that was enough for him to bolster his gang and make them a formidable foe to anyone thinking of crossing them.
The first thing he did was recruit more people into his gang, this bolstered their crew to an impressive thirty-five, excluding the five men that he started with. He gave each of the man seven people to work under them, and he made the first five man his lieutenants.
He didn't stop there; he also fixed the house that they used for their base and stocked up on some weapons for the crew. Now they looked like a decent gang that could rival some small gangs out there.
In the basement of the house, they used, Doug and his lieutenants were having a meeting which has become their routine, sitting a round table, the man were serious as they discussed the matters of their gang,
"Boss, the Mexicans are becoming more aggressive whenever they see someone dealing the pill...we need to do something…" One of the men spoke while looking at Doug, expecting a response from him. But to his disappointment Doug was paying him any attention but instead was looking at his watch with a frown on his face.
"Where is Jackal...?" He finally asked as he looked around the table for an answer,
Noticing that no one new the answer, his frown deepened, "One of you call his phone,"
Immediately one of the lieutenants, picked up his phone from the table and dialled Jackals number it rang for a minute before it was picked up. Thinking that it was Jackal on the other side, the man immediately spoke, "Jackal you idiot, where are you...?"
But instead of Jackals voice coming through the phone, a voice that had a thick Mexican accent spoke, "I'm afraid Jackal won't be able to answer your call," As soon as he heard the voice, he placed the phone on speaker for everyone to hear, "Who are you?? And what did you do to Jackal.??"
"Oh. Don't worry, I got your boy Jackal here, you want to hear him...?" After he said that, the other line went silence for a second before the same voice could be heard speaking again, "Hey, waky waky, someone wants to hear your voice.... say hello..." as soon as the voice finished speaking,
"AAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGG" Jackals piercing scream came through the phone.
"I made sure you heard him say hello," The voice came through the phone again, this time colder.
Doug's face turned into a deep frown after hearing one of his men scream from the top of his lungs like that, it frustrated him that he couldn't do anything to save him.
"As I am sure he's not in any state to talk to you, I'll rely on a massage to you from him, 'Run, the Los Garra is coming for you.'' The unknown voice spoke again
As soon as he was done speaking, the screams came through the phone again, but immediately,
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
Gunshots were heard and immediately the screaming stopped, and the phone call dropped soon after.
The room fell into a tense silence immediately after, no one needed an explanation on what happened to Jackal.
His screams still rang in the now four men sending a shiver down their spines.
Doug immediately stood up with a glass in his hand and threw it against the wall,
"FUUCK."
The men in the room knew what he was feeling, rage, deep rage against Los Garra, for taking one of their own.
Doug took a deep breath and spoke to his man, "Call back all our men, and find out who ratted out Jackal to the Los Garra crew."
He said to his men as he turned around d to leave the basement.
'You've crossed a line now, you fucking puto's'