Tony Mon Aug 16, 2010 2:44 am
The last of the sentries were strewn upon the ground scattered and bloodied, like rose petals settling after being released into the wind.
Standing over them, finally victorious, was Tony; aching, and pissed off. He had wasted a quite a bit of time dealing with this Russian trash, and was glad to finally be done with them.
Tony was about to shoot the lock off the nearest container to free the women within, when a distinct mafioso caught his eye. The hitman that had lead Tony to this operation was belly down on the cold factory floor weakly trying to crawl away, trailing blood in his wake. Tony emptied what was left in the machine pistol he had procured during the last firefight into the tattooed mobster. He released the machine pistol after it angrily clicked empty, letting it clatter on the ground, useless.
After rifling through the dead mafioso's pockets, Tony found a cellular phone and a small keyring. It took a moment for Tony to realize the significance of the different sized keys which were most likely for the different padlocks used to lock all the containers. Tony spent the next fifteen minutes unlocking and opening the different containers, allowing the frightened women inside to emerge when they were ready. Some of the braver women began inching out of their portable cells as Tony unlocked the last container.
With all the women freed, Tony made his way to the side door where the armed sentries patrolling the outside of the complex were allowed entrance by the last of the inner guard detail. Before he exited the complex, Tony approached one of the braver women who was wandering around. She didn't notice Tony's approach at first, distracted by the carnage surrounding her, but finally turned to face him as she felt him near. She stood there, wide-eyed, staring at Tony as if he was Death himself. Tony couldn't blame her, he probably looked like shit.
Tony finally broke the awkward stillness by handing the frightened woman the cellular phone he had taken earlier. Confused, she looked at the cellular phone with doubt before finally taking it hesitantly. Without a word, Tony turned and left the old factory.
He still had one more man to see before the day could end.