Chapter 23: Eyes on the Prize

A man with long sleeves and three buttons was not screwed with a suit but fancy pants that every businessman unravels every day to go to work exists.

He kicks himself out to stand on the docks to meet another man with a club under his starry evening gloves.

Their eyes were sealed with frigidness and profoundness as they greeted evening and as the water crashed beneath the docks - they did not say a word yet.

The breeze shuts their whispers as the man with a curve tap cane with a snake strikes its prey on the top of the grip. 

    "Good evening Mr. Jimenez" the young man greeted as he heeds the tap of the cane above the wooden slab. 

    "What do you want? I have other business to handle so make it quick if possible" the old man said after caressing on top of his palm or below his knuckles.

    "It's always about Colvart and Wilson" He fights his quiver and then attempts to gaze at the old man with a stubborn essence and the deadly sins.

    "I assigned them to eliminate the rotten half of the percentage of each Barricaded city and nothing else more, Sir Lesley"

    "I reckon you heard the drench of turmoil from each city they take over, right?"

    "I believe it is but at least they try not to be splashed off with mud from your clan's spit" He raise his cane and smashes it beneath his boots with chortle crawling above the cane.

    "The trading interaction doesn't work on them presumably they need some education, especially Wilson" He is yet serious with the conversation they engaged in.

    "Don't dare yourself to involve his name, he's our remarkable fighter with a brain and resilience that can melt your guts from his hands"

    "He's an abomination and he kills more than abundance"

    "Crikey it is and I believe your men in grey decided to aim a poster with Wilson's face"

    "You listened to?"

    "Rumors can spread more than a person's feelings, Sir Lesley "    

     "I'm just hoping that you can allow us to stop the Criemsons so we can let the others thrive with satisfaction"

    "Why not accept it if we forbid Lesley and the Criemsons will be forever a corporation and a family that protect and kills devils in the house"

    "Does he know yet who he is? all of you will mourn in the end for not destroying this person"

    "May fate lead the way Mr, Lesley"

    Two armed men on each side of the path through Sea Lake Docks bounced their chin as they heed their master summoned them.

    "I have three eyes on the wings in the sanctuary, Mr. Jimenez" He pulled his brown in and beamed a little.

    "You kill me he'll find you" the old man grunted as the tension shrouded his heartbeat.

    "Already done the mission, million pounds of papers and that's our prize for anyone that can do as the poster declared" He crossed his heart and arms expecting the man will suffer from agreeing.

    "I let him be what he wanted to be, Lesley and I feel pity that you try to involve with it"

    I slither through the stairs and fade the breath of each guard from the footings I stepped in quietly.

They hold good armory beneath their palm and corruption.

I used my strength to strangle them after I toss them a spice to drop their gun before conveying them a promising respite.

These bastards guard the three snipers against each wing which is on top of the buildings that surrounded the docks. 

The slit of my blade made a bloody scarf around their neck and bruises on their open area - how lightheaded of them.

Wayne is not on my side - I alone slaughtering Lesley's mob.

In order not to get captured, I hide anything that can conceal my existence and snatch their breath away before I can get to the top.

I shot the first and the second sniper with my golden eagle silencer after burying the others as I prepared my casket and shovel for them.

I did the task before they arrived on the docks - I was early before the snipers came. I'm on the last floor to reach the verge of the building.

    From what I did to the others before this I snapped their neck, strangle them and stab them right in their rednecks.

I did them quickly and peacefully - it was easy if you're a professional murderer. I smack the back of the last man's skull before wrapping him with my forearm to break it as I plunged him down on me.

He pulled the trigger and shot the ceiling and walls. I couldn't handle his stupidity so I snapped it to stop the bluster. I'm done.

    My boots climbed up to the last wing to detect the last sniper preparing himself to shoot Mr. Jimenez.

He scents my odor so he turned to see me sneaking up on him. This bastard lifts his leather jacket to let my sights glance at a blade and a handgun.

Bring it on mate! He was fast to nab his blade as his defense after I get closer - analyzing what I will do.

He strikes and I push myself aside then I sprout my right arm to punch his forearm to drop the blade before kicking his abdomen.

He cussed as he yelled after I kicked him - he pull his weight in reverse as I try to give him a punch and a kick.

This man keeps dodging my strokes of casualty. He rushed to take me down on the ground and then attempts to push the verge of the blade down onto my eyes.

I resist his strength. 

    We huff and his sweat slid down beneath his chin.

I yelled and at last, I pushed him vigorously. My knuckles slapped his jaw and his cheekbones before I strangle him with the reaper on my side to assist me.

He tries to escape by wiggling like a worm in the hook of a bait beneath the shallow.

I push my hands upon his throat nevertheless strangling until his snow turns red. I made him faint and sleep. My task is accomplished.

    By any chance, I took the sniper and endeavor to kill Lesley. I contacted his guard Jimenez - begging him to allow me to shoot the bastard.

    "I accomplish, can you let my hands get dirtier?"

    "Not yet, pal, We have to wait for his orders"

    "Alright, light me up after they finish up their chatter"

    "Copy that pal"

    The guards of Lesley's pointed their guns at one of the loyal from Jimenez.

    "Don't tell me you too, Mr. Jimenez"

Lesley scuffed with stubbornness and then fix up his crumples. 

    "I know you disperse it before the commerce" 

    "No sh*t Sherlock and this is why I despise your family, you talk money and blab with sins"

    "Your voice sounds like you envy our family and so I accept the killing of Wilson, there you have it, Sir Lesley, why not we celebrate now before you hold your men from shooting me wrinkles"

    "We'll give your desires after my men that I sent with signs eliminate your only blessed bastard" Lesley ordered his men to lower and hide their guns and wrath.

    "Order Wilson, Hound" Hound ordered me to shoot Lesley.

    "Greenlight," he said.

    Bullseye, This bastard, at last, has been murdered by me. The guards alerted so they tried to shoot Jimenez's guard.

A shooting crusade prevails - it was a tie but Jimenez hasn't been shot yet. They roll, push their stones, thrust aside, and pull their luck.

We won as I shot the other guards for cover.

    "Clear," I said to Hound, and then he gave me a sign to take off through the scope of the sniper.

I nodded before I run off the wing. A pool of empty bodies and neat halls of vacant souls.

May the Devils and Angels be fright from what I did here alone. As I step outside, the drizzle falls below the night sky and the winds became more silent than the defenses. 

    "The business is clear, am I right?!" I yelled through the drizzle breeze to Mr. Jimenez.

    "Clean the dump here" He commands Hound.

    "Of course, Jonathan but the problem is they did some leftovers" He added as he approached forth with his cane tapping his steps.

    "Must've had" I replied under the drizzle blocking my answers.

    "Boy, I want you to be safe as you take your investigations and tasks from Winter and if not, that's the main problem we Criemsons will confront" He lay his concern on both of my shoulders with a slight smile coils upon his lips. 

    "I will be alright Sir"

    "Keep that pledge or I'll get exiled by your father" We both laugh off our tension from what happened that truly meant to be an assassination and we both let the drizzle strive the evening.