Mercy: Chapter 4Beep…beep…beep…be… rings out an alarm clock located on a side bed stand before a hand slams down on it shutting it off. Dazed Alastair stares at it trying to draw it into focus through awakening eyes, eight thirty, thirty minutes until he needs to leave for Mark’s operation tonight, no rush. Rolling out of bed, looking like a zombie as he stands, he stretches out his arms letting out a big yawn before rubbing his eyes. Steadily walking to his window he peers out at a limo parked in front of the mansion, Mark guiding Stacy and Kelsey in, his sister waving catching her brother’s gaze, Alastair responding with one back. Watching the door shut, he follows its departure out the exiting front gate.
Turning back to face his small room with just a twin size bed, closet and few other accessories, he makes his way to his closet, slipping into his same ensemble as he wore for Cortez assassination mission, keeping the mask in his pocket for now. Looking into a body mirror, he stares at himself, taking a deep breath, nodding, knowing what has to be done tonight. As he closes the door to his closet he hears a knock come at his door, a tiny, annoying voice calling his name.
“Alastair, Alastair. You there? It’s Ryan, open up man. You ready yet?” Shaking his head at the sound of Ryan’s voice, being on the list of Alastair’s most hated people, he opens the door, with an angry, grumpy stare. Ryan usually easily frightened by those bigger than him due to his puny, weak complex. “Th…there you are man… You ready? Everyone is waiting upstairs, c…come on”
“Yeah sure” he replies stepping out of his room, closing the door. “You okay Ryan? You seem a little off” he asks holding back a smile, enjoying the torture.
“M…me? Yeah I’m fine, it’s j…just a little cold in this room that’s it”
“Okay, just checking”
Walking to the end of the hall, they proceed up a flight of stairs to the fourth floor and then through a few corridors before ultimately walking into the main family room, packed more than before, every man either dressed in varying clothes of black, all holding a different assortment of guns. Staring at Alastair as he walks in with an angry stare, nearly every man watches as he steps behind the bar, pushing a button under the counter, the multiple shelves behind him, stocked with alcohol rotating 180o, a wall off weapons now present. Scanning the field he grabs to two of his favorite pistols, HK 45, storing both in his back pockets, proceeding to pick up a handful of throwing knives after, placing them in his belt, hidden beneath his shirt. Reexaming the wall his smiles as he picks up an AK-47, checking to make sure it’s loaded as he slings it around his shoulder, grabbing some extra ammunition at the bottom of the wall, storing it in his front pockets.
“You finally find everything you need princess” call out large muscular from across the room.
Grinning he turns around, and locates the man, recognizing him from his booming voice.
“What did you say?”
“Did I stutter princess?”
“No you didn’t but I was offering you a chance to take it make, which you should have done”
Jumping onto the counter he leaps for the man. As his opponent attempts a might swing with Alastair in the air, Alastair swiftly dodges, landing on his feet right below the man, swinging upward with a mighty uppercut, putting all his strength behind it, sending the man flying backwards, toppling over a chair as he crashes into the ground, unconscious.
“Anyone else want to say something?” Alastair questions as he glances around the room, utter silence having befallen. “Didn’t think so”
“Alright, shows over people. Not that it was a show in the first place” announces Shane. “Let’s head to the elevators and get this operation started” Not saying a word, the tens of men shuffle over to the elevator, Alastair and Shane heading over last. “Looks like I’ll be down a man tonight” he jokes
“Looks like it”
“Alastair, listen” Shane says, stopping his brother. “I’m sorry for earlier, it’s just…”
“No Shane, forget about it. What’s done is done is done. We can’t do anything about it now”
“So we cool then bro?”
“Yeah bro we call” Alastair answers with a small fist bump, faking a smile
“Good, glad to hear it. Let’s get going then”
“Right behind you”
Walking side by side with his brother to the elevator, they ride it down to the garage floor. Parting ways as Shane heads over to a parked car with several men already inside waiting for him, Sean included, while Alastair strolls to a van, i’s back doors opened, Ryan with several other men sitting down, Cody, one of Alastair’s few friends in the house, gesturing towards Alastair calling him over. Stepping into the back of the moving van, they exchange a hand shake, Alastair holding back a worried look to see a friend working his part of the operation tonight, still planning for a trap.
“Nice to see you Al” he greets
“Glad to see you too” he lies, faking another smile
“That’s some punch you had, knocking Andrew out like that”
“It’s not anything I haven’t displayed before, he was just foolish for forgetting my strength” As Cody nods his head in acknowledgement, Alastair gazes the rest of the van at the other men working with him tonight, all expendable soldiers in the Whelan Family, Ryan, Jerry, Greg, Peter, Peyton, and Sidney. “Who else do we have working with us?” Alastair asks, curious to who is driving the vehicle.
“Derek and Bruce” Cody answers, Derek just another no name, but Bruce a valuable member and long time friend of Mark, more than likely there to ensure that the packages are put packed into the van, the rest of the men however only possibly confirming Alastair’s suspicions of a trap.
Fading off into a deep thought Alastair is brought back to reality by Cody kicking his leg gently to not anger the beast.
“You okay man? You just zoned off”
“Yeah I’m fine, just thinking that’s all”
“Okay well we’re almost there so get ready”
Responding with a slight nod, Alastair and the rest of the vehicle sit in silence until the vehicle pulls to a stop, the back doors opening with two masked men waiting. Jumping out of the van one by one, pulling on their masks, Alastair scans the soon to be battlefield, a shipping yard, should the rumored Bellick attack be more than just that. From the east where they came is a hill, leading back up to the road, the only entrance and exit for a vehicle, to the west three docks outstretched over the bay, for small boats, a large boat house next to the farthest dock on the left. To the south lays and empty parking, once filled with cars when the docks were once. Towards the north, hundreds of large shipping containers, left to rust to waste. Finally in the near center of the shipping yard is a two storied control building, once meant to overlook all of the docks work. Within seconds of completing his surveying he turns to his men awaiting orders.
“Jerry and Greg, you take the control building and yell if you see anything. Derek and Peyton, you two patrol the east and south side, Peter and Sidney west and north. As for the rest of us” Alastair orders deciding it best to keep Bruce near to lower the chances of whatever Mark has planned for him, if anything, protecting his friend Cody as well. “Let’s get started then”