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16
Ethan
The snow fell in abundance. The wipers flew back and forth across the windshield. I stared through the binoculars, honing in on the corner where we believed Jordan had been spotted. Two young guys were deep in a conversation. No sign of Jordan. Peter informed me my vision may be compromised tonight due to one street lamp working on the opposite corner. Good thing my binoculars had infrared capabilities.
I tapped my earpiece. “Peter, where did our Jordan possible go?”
“He entered the building on the corner twenty minutes ago.”
“Send the feed of the back entrance to my phone. Then keep an eye on the block.”
“I will.”
“Later.”
I sat in the back of the van awaiting nightfall. The warmth of the van kept me relaxed. I’d thrown my jacket in the corner shortly after arriving. My knees became stiff from sitting in one position for so long. The sun set in the rearview mirror. I sank my hand into the duffel bag, retrieving a turkey sandwich and thermos. I was famished. Good thing Malaysia packed the meal.
It was thoughtful. Not sure why I didn’t tell her initially I wanted more to become of us. The second I laid eyes on her, I wanted her to be mine. Having sex before we knew more about each other wasn’t all bad. Our physical connection brought us closer together, then cemented our emotions. She tried burying her feelings within. The night Malaysia had gone into detail about what kind of woman I needed made my blood boil. She was the only woman I wanted and I was hell bent on making my name a permanent fixture in her brain. She needed to know I wanted her and no one else could have her.
Going inside the building wouldn’t be a good idea. I could be outnumbered. I needed to wait until Jordan exited the building.
Staring through the binoculars for hours felt similar to peering through surgical glasses. I rubbed my eyes, trying to regain focus. The doors of the apartment flew open. A young man in a blue-and-gold jacket stumbled backwards down the stairs, falling to the ground. Two guys ran down the stairs toward the young man. One holding a gun.
“Ethan, I believe that is Jordan,” Peter stated.
“Yes, it looks like him.” I heard Malaysia say.
“Alright, I’m moving in.”
Quickly, I shrugged on my jacket and tossed the duffel bag across my body. I positioned the gas mask on top of my head. Stepping out of the rear entrance of the truck, I checked my surroundings. I held the handle of the Glock under my jacket against the small of my back, closing the doors quietly. I pulled the cap low, walking toward the men.
“Ain’t no giving the money back!” the man holding the gun yelled.
“Fine, I’ll keep it!”
“Tell your old man: don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. There’s more where that came from. We have another hit to carry out tomorrow. You better be there.” He punched Jordan in the chest.
“Dontae, man…I can’t do that!” Jordan stated, raising his hands toward him.
“Wrong answer, little muthafucka!” Dontae stood back, aiming the gun at Jordan’s head.
“No! Don’t shoot!” I yelled, pointing my gun toward Dontae.
“Get the fuck out of here! This don’t concern you,” the tall, dark, thin man roared.
I pulled the trigger, shooting Dontae in the side. He released a round from his gun. The bullet flew into my bulletproof vest. I staggered back, then continued my stride. Dontae held his side, gawking at Jordan as he backed away. Dontae squeezed the trigger, shooting Jordan in the head.
“No!” I screamed, running toward the corner.
Dontae and the other guy ran. I fired two bullets from the Glock, slamming into the back of their heads.
I fell to my knees against the snow-covered ground, checking Jordan’s vitals. I glared into each eye, checking his pupils. They were still responsive. The bullet penetrated the right side of his head. Blood leaked from his head, turning the snow bright red.
“Jordan, stay with me!”
I glanced down the dark, street to my right. Both men remained on the ground, not moving. I ran as fast as I could down the street, jumping into the van. I drove to the corner where Jordan laid. I hopped out of the van, opening the side doors, laying Jordan inside. I placed a neck brace around Jordan’s neck, then a portable oxygen mask over his nose and mouth. Luckily, I kept a few neck braces and oxygen masks in the van.
“Jordan, we will be at the hospital soon.”
