"Sir, can you please help me? I'm lost," David said.
"Where the fuck are the guards?" the man said as he cracked the door open and peeked to see a preteen boy standing before him. "What the fuck, kid? Why are you here?"
"I got lost, and my cell phone died, and I need to call my dad to come and get me. Please help me," David said.
The man grunted, then closed the door. David could hear him talking to someone else, explaining that it was just some kid and for them to find out what happened to their fucking guards. When the door opened this time, it was wider, and David looked up just in time to see the man's head jerk back as his father's bullet hit its target. David pulled the pin and tossed the grenade inside the house, letting it fill with smoke that had the men inside confused and coughing, their eyes burning as they struggled to form a defense. David slipped his mask on, pulled his gun out from his holster and shot the first guy he saw in the neck, blood splattering as the bullet did its job.
He moved deeper into the house, taking out two other men, and when he heard a bullet whiz past him, he turned to see his father behind him, mask on and handling business. He watched his father's hand signals and followed directions.
Nathan covered his son, letting David do most of the killing for the experience. He watched with pride as his son ducked counter-attacks as they moved throughout the house. When his son ducked for cover, Nathan shot the gangster when he popped up to fire back. They worked as a team, taking out the men with skill and precision. When David didn't look to his left, Nathan snatched him back, saving him from a bat to the face.
"Pay attention!" he snapped.
"Yes, Dad," David said, his heart pounding like never before.
Nathan shot the gangster with the bat, then three more. He and his son killed all of the ones who were injured, some too wounded to move and were shot as they lay in bed. Before they left, they dragged the corpses of the guards Nathan killed with his rifle inside, then set the house on fire. Quickly, they gathered up their belongings and drove away.
"You can't enter a room like that, son," Nathan said as he chastised David.
"I know, I'm sorry," David said, regretting his mistake. "I didn't see him."
"It can happen, and that's why you have to be careful and quick. Your reflexes have to be sharp," Nathan said.
"Like yours?" David remembered how quickly his father was able to protect him and take out the asshole with the bat.
"You'll get there," Nathan said. "In any case, you did really well. I'm proud of you. How many did you kill? Did you keep track?" he asked, because he did. Not only was Nathan competitive by nature, but he was also pleased with the results of this mission.
"I think I killed twelve," David said.
"Fifteen," Nathan corrected.
"Oh, cool." David smiled at that.
Of course, Nathan allowed him to take the lead, and now he was waiting to get the report from his other son, Cody. He hoped everything went well.
There was a problem, Cody texted.
Nathan read the words and had to remain calm.Are you okay?he texted back because he didn't know if Cody was able to receive calls.
I'm fine, on my way back home, Cody texted.I'll be there in ten.
Nathan released the breath he'd been holding.Okay.
"Was that Cody?" David asked as he ate his cheeseburger.
"Yeah," Nathan said somewhat distractedly because he was concerned about what trouble his son had run into. He looked at the time on his phone and started counting the minutes.
"Is he okay?"
"He's fine. He's on his way here, but there was a problem with his mission," Nathan said.
"He must have missed the target," David said.
"That's a possibility." Nathan finished eating his dinner just as the front door lock beeped, then it opened, and Cody entered.
"Hey, Dad," Cody said with a frown on his face.
"What happened?" Nathan asked.
