The wind blew across the open parking lot of a warehouse unaware of the busy activity going down in the cover darkness bringing with it the promise of a cold winter. In complete silence, a team of rough looking men worked on moving box after box from the warehouse to several blackout vans like a well-oiled machine. No lights were turned on around their work space and yet there was never a misplaced step or mistake made as if the men were communicating with each other without words. Off to the side, a woman with pale blonde hair stood with her arms folded across her black cladded chest watching the men work. The woman lifted her left arm up and glanced at her watch to check the time and put it down again with a sigh. It would be light soon and the process was taking too long. They needed to be rolling out in the next five minutes but they hadn’t even gotten half of the supplies loaded.
The night was unnaturally quiet which put even more pressure on the team to be quiet and work quickly. The blonde woman glanced around the empty parking lot looking for any signs of movement or trouble. Somehow her father had set up getting this shipment delivered in the dead of night, and when she found out what was in the boxes she had volunteered to oversee the operation. Normally she would not have overseen something as small as a pick up, but this was special. She looked up to the sky and looked at the thin ring of light that gave away the new moons position. The unusual darkness of the night made it even better of a time to complete this transaction, but also meant that others would know that something was going down. It was only a matter of time before others found them.
A small beep came from the back pocket of her tight black jeans. The blonde woman pulled the disposable phone from her pocket and flipped it open. Taking too long. Jerkins on their way. Withdraw. The bright little screen illuminated her soft features with a hard light as she read the message from her father. She dropped the phone on the ground and used her one inch stiletto to punch through the screen and officially erase any trace of what might have been on the phone. They did not need the police or the Jerkins to know the information that was contained on the little device.
“Boys, lets wrap this up and take off. We have trouble coming.” She called out as her high heels clicked in time with her steps towards the vans. The men loaded up the boxes in their hands and started climbing into the vans but the woman was too exposed. A loud sound vibrated through the air and before she could comprehend what the sound meant, a sharp pain shot through her arm. An involuntary scream escaped her pale lips as the pain traveled through her body, but despite the pain she kept moving towards the van until another shot fired into her leg and brought her face to face with the cold hard concrete.
Above her she could hear guns being fired from her men as they tried to protect her. She turned her head slightly to see her father’s rival gang slowly advancing towards the supplies her father had worked so hard to secure. The woman gritted her teeth as she pushed herself up on her good arm and tried to yell at her men to take off, but her voice was drowned out by the sound of bullets flying just above her head. Idiots, they need to just leave! Unable to hold herself up anymore, she fell back down on the ground only to land in a warm liquid that appeared to be black in the low lighting of the night. Her vision started to blur in and out and the sounds of guns firing became distant and hallow sound. The last thing she remembered seeing was the flashing of red and blue lights indicating the cops had finally arrived.
