The black figures surrounded the house on all sides In a swift and organized manner showing that they were professionals.

The black figures each took a position and waited as they casted ominous shadows around the house.

They were all wearing black tactical suits you would see on SWAT, but the uniform definitely seemed more streamlined and futuristic. The tactical suits protected all their body including their head and they were all armed from head to toe with different kinds of weapons. Their faces were covered looking like they were raiding the house of a dangerous terrorist and we're in high alert.

"Bzzzz..

Were in position."

One of the black figures spoke quietly.

"Bzzzz...

Understood, wait for further instructions."

"Bzzzz...

Got it,over and out."

After the man received the order he did some hand signs to the others around and they conveyed it to each other one by one .

.......

Inside the house that was just surrounded, two young men who had no idea of what was happening just outside their front door were staring at a big pile of money.

"Damn that's a lot of cash money. I bet that you could by a lot of shit with it."

One of the young men exclaimed.

He was a skinny white male in his early twenties with black curly hair, brown eyes and a unshaven face. He was about 180 cm tall, wore cargo shorts and only wore a tank top loosely over his skinny frame.

"So...

He was intently staring a the pile of ones, tens an hundreds that littered the glass table before him like waste paper while periodically scratching his neck.

"So what?"

The other male inside the house spoke in an angry tone.

He was sitting on the couch the table full of money was next to and unceasingly smoked cigarettes making the whole room hazy. He was a buff,bald dude with tattoos all over his arms, but the most distinct one was a swastika on his shoulder.

"What we gonna do with the money? Do we leave it here or are we gonna find a safe place to stash it."

"Hehehe...

F*ck!"

The tattooed man without warning just flipped the table making the money fall all over the floor.

"What the hell dude! Why you do that?"

The skinny guy fell to the floor and started to franticly collect all the money. He looked like a mad person trying so hard to get all the rolls of money while the other man just stared at him in anger.

The money looked disheveld ,but it was neatly arranged into rolls held together with a rubber band. It clearly wasn't money taken from the bank.

*Bam*

"Ughhhhh..

The tattooed man kicked the skinny guy who was collecting the money out of the blue on the head.

"You f*cking junkie. I shouldn't have listed a single word your lying dirty mouth spouted.

Now things have gone to shit and it's all your fault.

You lied to me and said that there were going to be only three guys tops protecting the house , but instead there were ten f*cking people."

"I didn't know I swear, I swear."

*Bam*

"Yeah right , you lying piece of dog shit. Do you really understand the shit storm that's going to happen when Hans discovers that someone stole more than 200000 dollars from him.

He'll skin the both of us alive."

"I swear I didn't...

He hit the skinny guy repeatedly leaving him no time to recover.

"Stop, stop hitting...me..

The skinny guy had no means to retaliate so he just curled up in a ball and took all of it.

"F*ck, you're not even worth it."

The tattooed guy seemed to have been satisfied kicking the living shit out of the skinny guy and sat down again on the couch lighting another cigarette.

'I have to get the hell out of here as soon as possible, but where?

Should I go to Mexico?

Yeah, that's a good idea. I just have to get a new identity and with this money I could live like a king there and...

Right as he was finishing his thoughts the sound of glass breaking was heard and something small rolled to the tattooed man.

"Huh ,what..

*Bang*

The small object exploded in a while flash which completely disoriented him. He couldn't open his eyes and he could only hear a buzzing sound.

......

A minute earlier outside the house with one of the men dressed in black.

"Bzzzz...

Order has been given. Try to take the target alive, but if it doesn't work out lethal force is authorized."

"Roger, over and out."

He did one single hand sign to the one beside him and he imediately threw something through the window.

*Bang*

"Move out."

The leader shouted and all of them rushed the house.

.....

' What's happening?'

The tattooed man didn't know what hit him until he finally regained some of his vision and saw several men dressed like SWAT before him.

He was confused. Why were they here and what is going on?

"On the ground , now."

"Down on the ground."

He froze. More than ten guns were pointed at him.

'F*ck I'm not going to prison again. '

"F*ck you!"

*Bam*

"Shoot...

The man disregarded the order of the man before him and kicked the glass table towards him with all his strength and dashed to the side.

"Ugh...

The table hit one of the men, but not before all the others opened fire and hit nothing.

"Shit, chase him."

The tattooed man rushed towards the kitchen with all his strength and saw another one the black dressed men .

"Sto...

The man raised his gun to shot him but he was punched by the tattooed man in his chest which then rushed towards the fridge.

"Ill kil you all, Aaaaa...

His muscles bulged to twice their normal size and he hugged fridge before running towards the ones who shoot at him.

"Aaaaaaaaa....

*Bam*

He hit two of them this time slamming them hard with the fridge and in the commotion jumped through the window before running at full speed .

' Holy shit, holy shit..

I'm alive..

He only managed to run for about 20 meters before his victory run was cut short.

*Bang*

A gunshot was heard and the tattooed man hit the asphalt like a sack of potatoes.

" Bzzzz...

Target neutralized."

"Bzzzz..

Good job eagle 2, the rest retrieve the body."

As he lay there in a pool of his own blood he had only one question.

' What just happened?'

.....

In a minute all the black dressed men surrounded the dead body from all sides and started talking about what happened.

"What the hell was that? Did you see the same thing I saw?"

"Yeah , this f*cker rushed at us with a fridge, a f*cking fridge."

The started cussing at the dead body , but a stern voice interrupted them.

"Al of you shut up.

You, go check if he's really dead."

The leader ordered one of his men to check the tattooed man's pulse, but that wasn't necessary.

" TE ER ...

The supposed dead body raised his hand and spoke two words.

*Pshhhhh*

"Dave?"

All the people around were stunned.The man who was about to check the body now had no body. A transparent blade of energy cut his head clean off.

"Aaaaaa....

What followed was a storm of bullets.