When I got out of my SUV, everybody in all the other Cadillacs got out, too.
Twenty of us in all.
We were leaving behind Ciro, Romeo, and Lucrezia –
One good soldier, and two little bitches.
Every single one of my guys had on a bulletproof vest.
Every single one carried an M4, an AK-47, or an assault rifle.
And every single one had a bag slung over their shoulder full of clips for their guns.
We walked in a group past the building’s mirrored glass.
I had to say, we looked fucking badass –
Like a goddamn action movie.HEATorRESERVOIR DOGS.
A couple of civilians in the parking lot saw our guns and immediately ran back to their cars.
I let ‘em go.
You’re welcome.
An old man walking out of the main entrance stood there dumbstruck as we rolled up.
I just shoved him back onto the ground as we walked through the glass doors. I heard him cry out in pain as he hit the concrete.
There was a huge lobby inside with a few people waiting around.
There were also a bunch of check-in desks behind a counter over to the right.
Next to the door stood a security guard. Fat mall-cop doughnut-eating motherfucker. Dumb shit didn’t even have a gun.
“Hey,” he said in alarm, “you can’t – ”
I raised my suppressed Beretta and shot him in the head.
POP.
He crumpled to the ground as his blood sprayed the wall 20 feet behind him.
Everybody in the lobby and behind the check-in counters screamed.
One worker reached for a phone –
I shot himin the head, too.
Everyone else got the message and dove to the floor behind their desks.
I walked over to the check-in counter and pointed my gun at a woman cowering on the floor.
“YOU!” I screamed. “WHERE’S DARIO ROSOLINI?!”
She stared up at me like a stupid cow, her mouth open in confusion.
I got impatient and shot her in the face.
