Aragua Must Fall

Bones And Bullets

Scott’s eyes moved from the gun barrel to David’s face. He sneered, twisting his mouth.

“You ain’t gonna pull that trigger,” he spat. “You don’t have the balls. You are just some daddy playing hero. You think you scare me?”

David didn’t blink. Scott lunged desperately, swinging a wild fist toward David’s jaw, aiming to move past him to the door, but David sidestepped smartly, his gunshot cracked like thunder in the warehouse.

Scott screamed, leg shaking as the bullet grazed the skin of his thigh, enough to tear his skin but kept the bone intact. Dark blood flowed on his jeans, he fell hard on the ground holding the wound, his face contorted.

“You son of a b***h! You shot me.” Scott howled, his eyes swinging to Micah. “You brought this psycho here! You’re dead, Micah! When I get out of this, I’m gonna make sure they take you piece by piece!”

Micah flinched, stepping back. “Scott, please… just tell him what he wants. He’s here to help. He’s trying to find his daughter, tell him where Miranda is, please!”

Scott laughed through gritted teeth. “Help? This guy’s a monster. Look at him!”

David grabbed Scott by the collar, dragged him across on the concrete, and slammed him into a metal chair. Scott struggled, but David was stronger, he used leather ropes around Scott’s wrists and ankles in seconds.

“I need answers only,” David said with a flat voice, “Where’s my daughter?”

Scott grinned through the pain and spat on the ground. “Go to hell.”

Micah’s voice broke. “Scott, stop it! He’ll kill you!”

“Let him try,” Scott snarled.

Tears in her eyes now, “He’s not joking Scott. He’ll stop if you talk. If you don’t, he will...”

“If he is done killing me, Aragua will come for him, Aragua’s coming for you too, sis. They’ll hang you from the club ceiling for everyone to see.”

David became pissed off the more. He picked up a rusted length of rebar from the floor. Micah’s hand flew to her mouth. “David… no…”

David didn’t look at her. He swung hard at once. The metal cracked against Scott’s left leg below the knee. Scott’s shinbone snapped, Scott’s scream echoed off the walls.

He sobbed, head hanging. “Please… please…” his teeth shaking like he was catching cold.

“Names,” David said again.

Scott shook his head, tears mixing with sweat. “You’re crazy…”

David raised the bar again.

“Wait!” Scott gasped in fear. “Diego Ramirez! He’s the one who sent the crew to the supermarket at night. He gave the order. That’s all I know. David, please!” Blood dripped from Scott’s leg onto the concrete.

David lowered the bar. “Ramirez,” David said. “Where?”

Scott panted. “His compound… edge of the city… high walls, his place is armed to the teeth. You’ll never get in.”

David turned to Micah. “Stay here. Don’t follow me, I’ll be back.”

Micah nodded, her voice small. “Be careful.”

David walked out into the night.

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Diego Ramirez lived like a king in a fortified compound on the edge of the city, having high walls with razor wire and security lights. David came alone. “Rich motherfucker!”

There were armed men at every gate and corner. A marble fountain stood in the center of the courtyard, inside was a statue and around were heavily armed men

He moved through the dark corners like he’d been trained to be unseen. The first guard at the gate never saw him. A silenced shot to the throat made the man drop without a sound. Two more at the side entrance. David stepped out, long rifle already raised, he fired three suppressed rounds, dropping three bodies down.

Alarms didn’t go off yet until he slipped inside like a ghost, then the shooting started. Automatic fire ripped through the courtyard as bullets chewed concrete. David dove behind a stone bench, rolled quickly and came up firing. The rifle resounded, two guards dropped, chests blooming red in blood and soon, more men poured from the house.

“We’re under attack!” a voice yelled from inside, some spoke Spanish language.

David switched quickly to the two pistols at his hips, and aimed accurately, headshot kills, their bodies crumpled.

An RPG rocket screamed from an upper window, streaking straight at him, but David sprinted, hid low behind a thick garden wall as the bomb detonated. The explosion lit the night orange, shattering windows, and sent the statue crashing down in pieces.

David rose through the smoke, his ears ringing, he lifted his rifle up and tossed a fragmentation grenade over the wall, he counted two to three before the blast shredded the guard post. Short screams was heard, then he advanced. Now gunfire hammered from every direction in the hallways, stairwells, and balconies as David moved in like a ghost, he duck and rolled at som point, still firing.

A guard charged with a shotgun, “who the hell are you!”

David sidestepped, and drove a knife into his throat, saying, “your worse nightmare asshole!” he pulled the knife out and kept moving.

He came into another hallway, four men with ARs opposed him, David pressed against the wall, took heavy fire, bullets chewing walls and paints inches from his head. He pulled two grenades, cooked one and lobbed it. The explosion tore through them, their bodies flung away, blood painting the walls. He stepped over the dead, and still shot them to ensure they stayed dead, his boots squelching. Eighteen men were down by the time he reached the master suite.

Diego Ramirez stood at the far end dressed in silk robe and gold chain, eyes wide. He turned to run but David crossed the room in five strides, and slammed him against the wall. Ramirez swung wide to defend himself as he panicked, “Get off me!”

David blocked and drove a fist into his gut, then another into his jaw. Ramirez fell, blood pouring from his mouth, he coughed hard. “The order. Who gave it?”

Ramirez spat blood. “I’ll never talk.”

David dragged him to a chair, and tied him up.

Ramirez laughed, his mouth now wet and bloody. “You’re dead you f*****g tough scum. You have no idea who you’re f*****g with.”

David didn’t answer a word, he pulled pliers from his belt. Ramirez’s eyes widened. “Wait... wait!”

David grabbed Ramirez right hand and pressed the pliers to his thumbnail. Ramirez screamed before the pull even started. David yanked, and the nail came free in a spray of blood.

Ramirez howled, shaking his head because of the pain, his face was already swelling, his left eye shutting from earlier punch as blood streak his cheeks. David moved to the next nail.

“No, no! Please! I’ll talk!”

David paused. “The order. Who gave it?”

Ramirez gasped. “Top levels… higher than me. I just passed it down. We know who her husband is, we know you. The hit on the woman and the kid… it came from above. Raul Vargas himself, he is the governor. He wanted her silenced because she saw too much.”

David’s grip tightened on the pliers.

“More names,” he said.

Ramirez sobbed. “I’ll give you everything… just stop…”

David leaned in close. “start talking fast.” The night was far from over.