Chapter 2: Buried in Rain, Avenged in Blood 2
The city lights flickered in the rain, casting distorted reflections across the wet pavement. The police headquarters loomed ahead, a towering fortress of steel and corruption. Inside, on the top floor, Ramos and Ortega reveled in their ill-gotten victory, glasses clinking in celebration. The men who had betrayed John Rico, who had slaughtered his brothers, laughed without fear.
But death stood outside their door.
Adrian took a slow drag from his cigarette, his breath misting in the cold night air. Blood soaked his clothes, dripping from wounds earned in his earlier slaughter. Twin assault rifles hung from his shoulders, their magazines fully loaded. Grenades lined his vest, ready to paint the walls red.
His lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile.
Time to finish it.
The first floor was drowned in chaos before they even knew he was there.
Tat-tat-tat.
Bullets tore through flesh, ripping apart uniforms and bone. Officers scrambled for cover, screaming into their radios, but their voices were drowned by the sound of gunfire.
One officer clutched his shredded stomach, gasping wetly as blood pooled beneath him. Another reached for his fallen weapon—Bang. A shot to the wrist, then the knee. His screams mixed with the alarm blaring overhead.
Adrian stepped over the dying, his movements methodical, indifferent.
A squad of officers burst through a doorway, rifles raised.