Do whats right

She hangs up on the phone and I took her by her hand leading her to my car. A 1970 Plymouth Hemi 'Cuda last hew there is in the world parts almost never found anymore with a V-8 engine and 425 horsepower.

"Get in,"

I raced to my house and made some calls.

"Who'd you call?"

"Just some people, to look after you and me," I answered.

"People? Look after? Me?"

"Yeah, lets just say they are my mafia simple?"

"Okay," still confused but accepted anyway.

"Where are you going?"

"Kill that son of a bitch,"

"Than I'm coming,"

"Stay here too dangerous,"

"No! I got you into this and this is about me not you!"

Standing in my way blocking the door with her body.

"Fine don't get killed, I'd like to see you again,"

"Okay,"

"What about your friends?"

"I'll see them there,"

Arriving a few blocks before his house, we met up with everybody and lock and loaded. Since Emily wanted to follow I gave her the 92FS 9 mm Semiautomatic Pistol just incase something goes wrong. I had the 5.56mm NATO Semiautomatic Rifle and a Colt 1991 Series 1091 Government .45 ACP Pistol.

My group lets say was fully armed with more or less the same arms. Getting the guns were really easy since I had connections with people and my crew is a specially trained combat specialist at my disposal.

A scout was sent out. Returning he described the place as a fort knox kind of place. Nothing goes in or out without authorization. Walls escalating up 25 feet and post towers at every single available space. Apparently the militia was guarding the place.

"Getting in is the easy part but getting out is the hard part,"

"Where are we going to come from?"

"Underground, he has secret passageways that he uses in case he is under attack and need to escape," I said. "There are 7 tunnels in total each tunnel will be covered by a group of 5 and plant explosives in the tunnels, get to the end point and wait for my signal,"