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The second hitman quickly made is way back into the laundry room area after firing some more rounds through the office wall. I aimed my gun at the wall that adjoined the laundry room and shot low. Three rounds went through the wall. I heard a loud groan and what sounded like someone falling into the dryer. I waited in the closet more from hesitation than any idea that is was good to sit and wait in case the hitman was ready to shoot some more.
I slowly edged out of the closet staying alongside of the wall. I could see the body of the first hitman on the floor in the middle of the hall. As I got close to the door of the laundry room door I quickly glanced in to see the hitman laying on the floor and quickly ducked back. A barrage of machine gun fire tore up the back wall. When I heard a magazine drop to the floor I went in with gun drawn and told the shooter to drop it. He failed to comply so I shot him in his hand which caused his gun to fall.
He did not say anything as I looked at him. Just laid there clutching his leg which had been shot twice. I asked him where I could find Valdero, he did not answer. I shot him once more in the same injured leg. He groaned loudly in pain but still did not say anything.
“Where can I find Valdero?” I asked again. Still no response. I shot him twice more in the other leg. His body jerked violently as he screamed out in anguish. “I have more bullets than you have body parts, so this can go on all day asshole!” I said “Where is Valdero?!?”
At that point I was getting frustrated with his lack of cooperation. I grabbed a bottle of bleach from the shelf and poured it slowly on the open wounds. He started to scream loudly as the first drops hit his legs. Finally he spoke. “Okay, okay I’ll tell you what you need to know, just stop!” he screamed.
“I am listening” I said impatiently. “Go to 450 Albemarle and see Sylvia. She knows where Valdero is.” he said. I looked at the hitman as he was panting heavily on the ground while clutching his legs. There was blood all over the place. I fired two more rounds into him to finish off his suffering and make sure no one was around to talk when the cops came.
I grabbed the automatic weapons, car keys, cash and a cell phone from the hitmen. I needed a new car to get me to where I was going, one not linked to me. After transferring the gear from my car into my new found ride I left that house. It would probably be the last time I ever saw it again.
As I drove on the freeway I could not help but thing that these hitmen get to drive in style. I guess if you are paid to kill people, one of the perks is to be able to drive a luxury car and enjoy the ride before the blood letting begins.
The big advantage in taking that car was the large cache of ammo the hitmen stored in their trunk. The ammo will come in handy for causing heavy damage and making sure my point gets across to Valdero once I find him. My next stop was to see Sylvia.
Albemarle was not too far from where I lived, but it was in a rougher part of town. Likely Sylvia was a prostitute or a drug front for Valdero. I was not sure how willing she would be to talk or if would she require some effort to get her to tell me about Valdero.
Once I arrived on Albemarle I drove around the block a few times survey the setting and see if there were any additional problems in the making. The house was unassuming. There was no heavy use of steel bars or any extra security that would indicate a drug den was somewhere on the property. The lawn was maintained, nothing fancy. The house exterior was cleaner than most of the other houses around. But then again the neighborhood in general offered ok living to those with limited means.
There was an alleyway that connected Albemarle and the street behind it. I decided to park on that street in case things did not work out as planned and I needed a safe escape. It was farther from her house but I should be able to get out quick from the back and it provided some cover.
It took me 3 minutes to walk around the block as a person normally would walk this part. But who was I kidding, there is nothing normal about walking in this part of town unless one was strung out and did not know where the fuck you were going or you worked somewhere here doing something you preferred not to talk about.
I walked up to the door and knocked. A woman opened the door and asked what I wanted. “I am looking for Sylvia, Valdero sent me,” I said. “Valdero sent you, yes, well come on in. I know what you need exactly,” she said as she led me into the house and motioned for me to have a seat. At first I was not sure if she was leading me to the couch to perform some service or give me some drugs. When she went into the drawer and pulled out a baggie I knew the answer.
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