Mitis ran into the factory, leaving behind a pile of bodies and bullet casings. Holding the TT-33 that Dennis gave him, he ran into a room. Inside were three guards posted up by the door on the other side, watching the door. Taking their unawareness to his advantage, Mitis slid behind a knocked over workstation and took fire. The three bodies hit the ground as he ran to loot their weapons. He picked up a sub-machine gun from one of the bodies and kept moving. He found himself at the entrance to an open room. The door seemed to be kicked down. Mitis looked down the hall and saw a blood-stained Dennis shooting off a mobster’s head with a shotgun. Mitis suddenly heard footsteps behind him, and ran into the hallway on the right. It led to a staircase that led underground. As he ran downstairs, the gunshots from above began to get muffled. Soon enough, it was entirely quiet. Mitis realised why the sub-machine gun he picked up had a flashlight on it. It was incredibly dark. He kept the flashlight off, though, and snuck deeper into the basement. There was a single source of light straight ahead of Mitis. As he snuck closer, he could hear voices discussing… something. He posted up close to a wall and overheard the conversation.

???: We’re fucked, I tell you. Fucked!

???: Calm down Mendez, we can just go to the bunker until this entire thing is over. We can always just buy more men.

???: Those men cost me a fortune! Especially that fucking new guy. Danton kept raising the price on his head like he didn’t want to sell him!

???: I don’t think he actually wanted to. Don’t forget, you had that agreement with him

???: Yeah, he sells me whoever he finds and I keep sending men over to work for his fucking hotel! How hard is that to understand?

???: …. The shots are getting louder. We should leave.

???: I’m taking my fucking cocaine with me. I won’t let them steal it.

???: Date prisa de una puta vez. Hurry the fuck up, I don’t want to stay out here.

Mitis decided he heard enough. He peeked the corner and saw the Spanish speaker looking his way, and Mendez crouched on the ground, stuffing white packages into a cloth sack. He ripped the flashlight off of the sub-machine gun and threw it off to the side. It landed with a loud clunk. Both men turned to look at the source of the sound. The Spaniard tried to grab his shotgun but fumbled trying. Mitis turned the corner and shot a bullet straight through the Spaniard’s head, then fired two more shots into the hands of Mendez. Mendez jumped back in pain and tried to stand up. Mitis ran over to the Spaniard’s dead body and looted the shotgun off him, and aimed it at the head of Mendez.

“Get back down.” Mitis said loudly.

Mendez’s eyes opened widely as he scanned Mitis’ bare face. Without an animal mask, Mendez could see who he was confronted by.

“I SAID GET DOWN.” Mitis yelled as he smacked the barrel of the shotgun into Mendez’s nose, making it bleed and forcing him fall over.

Mendez looked over to his right. He tried to stretched his arm but was stopped by Mitis, who stomped on said arm.

“What are you trying to pull here?” Mitis asked mockingly, before scanning the floor. On the floor was a familiar looking silenced 1911. As Mitis picked it up, the gun seemed to conform to his grip.

“Where did you get this?” Mitis asked, keeping the shotgun aimed at Mendez while he admired the pistol.

“You don’t even recognise your own gun? You truly deserve to be a dog.” Mendez spat back.

Mitis froze. He seemed to remember something.

“How much did you pay for me?” Mitis asked. He looked at Mendez’s wounds and realised that his hands were no longer functional.

“Exactly what you’re worth. Nothing.” Mendez said defiantly.

Mitis leaned closer to Mendez’s face and spat at him.

“That is not what I heard. Talk or else I will make this more painful.” Mitis said sternly, hitting Mendez’s forehead with the barrel of the shotgun with each word.

“... Six hundred thousand. Danton kept trying to raise the price on you. Maybe he wanted to keep you for himself, I don’t know. He showed me footage clips of you. Said you would’ve been the perfect bodyguard… or assassin.”

“...”

“So this is the part where I die, huh?” Mendez said, fear clearly overtaking his voice.

“... Yes. Thank you for the time.”

Mitis squeezed the trigger. The kickback of the shotgun ejected it from his grip, crashing against the ground. The boom resonated all throughout the basement, deafening him. Once the ringing stopped, he checked the ammo on both his pistols.

Two bullets in the TT-33… Seven in the 1911.

‘Alright, we can do this.’ Mitis said, holding the TT-33 in his left hand, and the 1911 in his right. He ran up the stairs and heard shouting. As he reached the top of the stairs, he dove out the basement entrance. As if he was in slow-motion, Mitis saw out of the corner of his eyes that there were three men on both sides of him. He stretched out his arms and shot. Five of the 6 bullets he shot found their mark, leaving one more man on his left. Mitis twisted his body and brought his right arm over, aiming the 1911 at the final mobster.

Headshot.

Mitis made sure each mobster was dead before holstering the TT-33. He walked through the hallways, checking each corner before he heard the intercom turning on. Dennis’ voice was broadcasting throughout the factory.

"Ladies and gentlemen we go live from a clothing factory as 50 Blessing's finest take on Cuba's worst! It's a madhouse I tell you, they're all crazy! Who lives, who dies, this bloodbath is getting worse and worse by the moment, I can't believe what I'm seeing! No one without an animal mask is leaving this place alive I'll tell you what! Ha ha! Keenan, Mitis, I'll have the car brought up to the entrance, come back as soon as you're done and we'll be gone!"

‘... Is he trying to pass for a radio announcer?’ Mitis questioned before realizing he had to get out of the warehouse before Dennis did. The way Dennis announced probably meant that Dennis forgot Mitis didn't have his mask. As he ran to the factory entrance, Mitis whispered under his breath.

“Thanks, Graham.” Mitis whispered as he bolted out into the open air, and ducked behind a bush.

After two minutes, Mitis heard someone whooping as they walked out of the factory. Mitis peeked out from the bush and saw Dennis admiring two knifes covered in blood. Mitis called out to Dennis who flinched at first, but relaxed after realising that it was Mitis who called out to him. They both got into the car and waited for Keenan.

“Where’d you get that?” Dennis asked, pointing at the 1911.

“It was a gift from Graham.” Mitis responded, wiping off the barrel.

Dennis whistled and looked up at the factory, where more shots were being fired.

“Should we go in and help him?” Mitis asked Dennis.

Dennis hesitated before answering.

“Keenan is far better off than I am. That guy would have to be dragged through hell and back before he allows himself to die.”

We both heard an explosion and glass shattering. We both got out of the car only to find Keenan holding a person and falling four stories down onto a car roof.

“That looked painful.” Mitis said, a starstruck look stuck on his face.

Keenan got up and carried the body over.

“Are you alright?” Mitis asked.

“That was fucking badass!” Dennis exclaimed.

“Thanks.” Keenan said. “I trained in the mountains.”

“Who’s that?” Mitis asked, pointing to the unconscious body.

“This is Danton Ponce,” Keenan said as he lifted his head out of the dirt.

“The man who kidnapped you.”

Mitis froze as both Dennis and Keenan looked at him. Mitis saw out of the corner of his eye that Dennis was scraping his knives against each other.