Path to Our Future part 9 - Sex Stories

Path to Our Future part 9

They parked their van in an alley and not one person has noticed my car. I can tell they’re waiting for their door man to let them in. I’m looking at an abandoned office outside downtown and while they transition and talk I go through my travel bag. -Silenced 9mm with Holster -Combat knife with blacked blade to prevent glare -Balaclava or as you call them ski mask -Kevlar vest with second chance plate -Two reloads for the pistol, probably won’t need them but taking anyway -Dark green turtleneck -Reinforced combat boots -Forearm impact armor and shin guards Armor goes under the clothes save for the shin guards over my jeans; turtleneck is for exposed skin along with the Balaclava. I move around the far side of the building and up the smaller alley to the corner and listen as they pull Guy from the van. “He went down easy and no tails,” one of the three loading Guy says as they head inside. “Hey I thought he was a criminal, I’ve seen this kid. My daughter and son both go to school with him,” the man at the door says causing the other three to pause,” What are you into because I’m not signed on for killing a kid.” “You signed on and will get paid with the rest of us Mitch,” the driver tells him as Guy disappears into the building,” Just stay out here and keep watch, we’ll get everything else set up and then we’ll be paid and down the road, think of your payday and shut up.” I wait till the three are out of sight and watch the doorman; he’s muttering to himself and has some ...

... serious doubts. His back turns from me and it’s nothing to quietly cover the distance and place the silenced pistol against his head. “Left hand to your weapon, remove it with two fingers and set in on the pavement,” I quietly order and he complies,” How many inside?” “Five plus the guy paying, so six total,” Mitch informs me quietly. “You know these men,” I ask side stepping around him so that he can see me, pistol in my right and knife in my left. “Some, well just one and he’s not a cop. I am and if you shoot me…,” Mitch starts in but I cut him with a motion. “If I kill you I dispose of you in a manner that leaves you a missing person, I can do it, I have done it, you will not be found. Now you are a cop, is anyone else in there a cop,” I ask this time noting his 5’9” and stocky build. “No, some kicked out for personal problems like stealing evidence and roughing up a suspect I gather. I only know one and he’s a big fuck up too,” Mitch tells me lowering his hands a little. “You want to do the right thing and make some money,” I ask getting a nod,” Stay here and wait for me to come back.” I see Mitch nod slowly and I allow him to pick up his sidearm before he opens the back door to the building and I’m inside. Standard offices and cubicles, stairs at the middle for centralized entry and exit; it’s a simple design when I hear some talking about sports. I press on the location quietly and see two men, ones who unloaded the van sharing a flask of something. I move to the side of the ...