Random Attack

He moved silently along the north wall until he more felt something was wrong than heard it. Turning to look behind him he saw the guard dog with it's handler. The dog low growl began to grow in volume. He still held the combat knife in his hand, but reached over his shoulder into his pack and grabbed the package on the top.

Holding the package in front of him, he cut the string with the knife and waved the package around. The meat was two days old and starting to smell. He threw the package as far as he could and the dog took off after it. The dogs handler turned his head to yell at his dog which was the mistake he was hoping for. By the time the guard turned his attention back to the intruder, he was only one step away and thrusting his knife up through the guards neck/chin into the man brain. A quick twist of the knife assured death. He pulled his knife out and watch the man fall limply to the ground.

The time for stealth was over. He sheathed his knife and took hold of his shotgun. Scanning the compound he decided the big building with two floors was probably the one he wanted and began to march that way, shooting nearly everything that moved or got in his way.

When he reached the building he kicked in the doors and immediately had to dispatch two guards. There was not much left of their heads when the smoke cleared. He reloaded his shotgun and began a room by room search.

The startled janitor looked around at the new mess the intruder made. To be honest, he was glad Frank was gone as he would always wait for him to mop a spot and then purposefuly scrape some more crumbs onto that spot, but Bob was a friend. And what this man did was 1k times worse than whatever Frank ever did. This was the last spot he had to clean this evening, working his way slowly and meticoulsy up to this room to finish, and on time too. He would now have go back and clean everything again for the big meeting tomorrow, though he wondered if that would be happening still, and there was now no longer paid overtime. It was too much for him to take, and as soon as the intruder turned around, he climbed out of the filing cabinet he crammed himself into after he heard the shooting, grab his mop and tile cleaner and beat the intruders face around to him, where he sprayed his cleaner into the wide surprised eyes and clubbed him in the back of his head as he bent down in pain. The body hit the floor with a thud. His anger gone, the janitor let out a gusty sigh, tied the mans body with garbage bags and threw his body down the garbage shut in the far wall. Not an easy process as the man was quite large and heavy, and that shut was not meant for somebody his size, but with some help with polish, the body fell down all three stories with a satisfying 'thunk'. The incerator didn't turn on till morning, but the janitor planned on being done and gone by that point.....

He heard a commotion in the entry hall he had just left. Backtracking he saw a scrawny little man weilding a mop handle. The little man was beating the crap out of a fresh faced young guard. A guard who must have followed him into the building. The apparent janitor beat the guard senseless, wrapped him in plastic and dumped him in the garbage chute.

Wondering why this man would attack one of his protectors he opened the door and stepped back into the hallway, shotgun raised, pointing at the 'janitor'. A quick glance revealed that not only did the scrawny little man wear eyeglasses with 'coke bottle lenses', but that the lenses were scratched and dirty. The man was probably nearly blind. He also noticed that the mans pupils were fixed and dialated...probably from the use of some hallucinogenic drug.

He decided the janitor was no threat and let him live. Leaving the hallway, he continued to make his way through the building and up the stairs, searching for the man he used to call friend and mentor. He was not looking forward to what was going to happen, but it was a necessary task.

On his way back out to start anew, the janitor noticed someone going up the stairs. Only thing up stairs is the Boss. 2 things went through his mind at that point:1, no one seemed to be alive to be going up to see the boss and therefore he must have a new guard and dropped him down the chute. 2, tomorrow was payday and no one can get paid except by the boss, and that intruder must was probably going to kill him. Removing his goofy safety goggles(a gift from his loving wife to keep chemicals out of his eyes and to make others think he weird)and started off after him. He was NOT not going to get paid tomorrow. Taking the first right, he went inside the janitors closest there and used the secret janitors chute there, following the sounds of the intruders foot steps, ready to pounce with a trahbag to ensare this man and get paid on time!