Ever since Eric was five, he had been trained to fight and kill by the Kudasa Cartel. The Cartel was well known for its money laundering and selling of illegal weapons in the black market. They sold to terrorist, individuals and even to the government. As long as you had the money to pay for the purchase. But unlike other cartels that were in the same line of business and yet killed anyone they perceived as a threat to them, the Kudasa cartel had a strict rule of killing someone only when there was a credible reason to do so. So as twenty-five year old Eric sat in his car at the front of a little motel, he went through his latest target file for one last time.
Carlos Fabriski had been an accountant of the cartel for the past even years, he had millions of the cartels money under his command and Eric found it dumb that he had chosen to steal just two hundred thousand dollars from the cartel.
“At least if you want to die, die for something much more reasonable” Eric muttered along before dropping the file and placing the silencer on his pistol. He looked at the entrance to the motel one last time before stepping out of the car. Stealing from the cartel was more than enough reason to be sent to the underworld.
It had taken Eric exactly thirty seconds to locate Carlos room. Just a flash of the gun and the guy at the front desk was willing to give Eric his social security number if he had asked for it. But Eric had only asked him for Carlos room number before knocking him out. He didn’t want the police interrupting him while he worked.
When Eric got to the room, Carlos had been in the shower so he had picked the lock and quietly slid inside. When Carlos got out of the bathroom, he had stood frozen with nothing but a towel around his waist. Carlos knew who Eric was and he knew what he had come to do.
“All I need is a few minutes to explain and you can do whatever you want.” Carlos had said to a surprised Eric. In all of his fifteen years of being a hit man, this was the first time a target of his was offering to explain the situation. Usually, Eric would have left a bullet on his head by now but he needed to know where the money was before killing him, so he decided to hear him out. Besides, he had some time to kill. The thought made Eric smile as he motioned Carlos to go sit on the bed where he could see him clearly.
Seven minutes after Carlos began his story, Eric’s gun was no longer pointed at him, it was now facing the floor. If Carlos had not known Eric, his first thought would have been to jump at him and knock the gun off his hands before he could lift them up. But Carlos knew Eric. He knew how fast and deadly the man can be, he knew Eric didn’t even need a gun to kill him, so he stayed put.
Another five minutes after that and Eric was walking out of the motel. He had a briefcase in one hand and blood dripping from the other. Carlos had told him a story, a story that if true could change Carlos faith and maybe the accountant won’t be traveling to the underworld today. Eric had stabbed Carlos with a knife, he wanted to make sure that the man didn’t go anywhere until he had confirmed his story. If Carlos was telling the truth, then the paramedics will be with him in time before he bled out. If it was a lie, he would die a slow and painful death.
So as Eric drove to the location Carlos had given to him, he knew he had to be quick or Carlos would lose a lot of blood that even the paramedics won’t be able to help. The place was a five minutes drive away but Eric had gotten there in three. He sat in his car and watched. He just needed a sign to confirm Carlos story and he got it. Parked in the shadows was a sixty thousand dollar Chevrolet Corvette car, a car Eric knew belonged to no other person but Hector; one of his bosses.
Carlos had told Eric of how he had found out that Hector was stealing from the cartel and he approached him about it and threatened to tell the other bosses if he didn’t himself, Hector had kidnapped his son and told him he would kill him if Carlos said a word. He also asked Carlos to steal the sum of two hundred thousand dollars from the cartel. “A ransome for your boy’s life” Hector had called it. But Eric knew Hector wasn’t after the money, he had made Carlos steal it because he wanted a reason for the cartel to go after Carlos.
Eric immediately brought out one of his phones and dialed 911. He broke the phone in half the moment he was done with the call before bringing out his gun. He had a kid to save and a thief to kill.