Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.
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Los Angeles, California
Silence had almost filled the dead of night, if not for the crickets and sound of cars coming and going through the distance. The clock from within one specific black car flashed it's white LED screen through the darkness, signaling 1:13 AM as it began to pull up across the street from a row of single apartment blocks. Once the car stopped, the trunk could be heard popping right before both doors came open and two men stepped out. They shut the doors quietly before moving to the sidewalk, taking a minute to glance around the building itself. The street lights shined down, softly adding a touch of hue to what was red bricks that made up the walls of each of the single apartments. All of them looked the same with steps leading up to a front door and a window off to the right side.
Steven Diaz found himself standing alongside his friend Sean. While he wore a black suit that almost blended in with the night, beyond the striking white shirt visible due to having his jacket unbuttoned. His slicked back long hair was curled up into a pony tail, as he didn't want it moving in his face during this job. Sean had went with a casual outfit, matching the disguise of an Uber driver for this small job. Wearing blue jeans and a regular purple colored T-shirt. He clutched an empty Burger King. While Steven stepped away from the door, out of view from the widow and small peep hole back at the white painted wooden front door. It was up to Sean to knock, as Steven stood close by. He reached into his jacket, pulling the buttons undone for his leather gun holster that contained a brand new SIG-Sauer handgun he had purchased.
Working for Kim Kardashian had come with it's perks, as Steven found himself with a good bit of money to spend on for himself. Tonight's job had required a more 'hands on' approach, as Kim demanded from the two men. For the past month, Kim and two of her sisters had been blackmailed by a hacker who had managed to acquire a video recording that he threatened to send to gossip magazines. What was on the video was of no concern to Steven, as he had been paid alongside Sean to handle this job and retrieve the computer. Kim had detailed out a thorough investigation, which had not been cracked until her own paid private investigators had finally found something of a loose end in the hacker's emails. A week was spent staking out the apartment homes until they were sure of which one contained their man by the legal name of Brent Russell.
Just a name alone was difficult to go by, as there were no recent photographs of him online or in personal records. Luckily for the private investigators, they were able to nab him due to looking at his financial transactions from the apartment and seeing he used his legal name when paying for Uber Eats service deliveries to his apartment. Steven and Sean had been given the task of intercepting one of these errands and now they had arrived at the apartment, prepared for what would be a quick job of smash and grab. The possibility was there to hold the man at gun point and seize his computers, but Steven had other plans. Kim didn't choose him for a clean job. On the drive over, he didn't inform Sean of what he had in mind for this. Now he stood clutching his pistol in his right hand as Sean raised his free hand and knocked on the door.
"Hey, it's Uber Eats! I've got your order right here. You wanna come out and get it?"
He knocked again, a total of four times his knuckles banged across the wooden surface of the door. Sean glanced back at Steven for a moment and then at the door. A few seconds had passed before a voice yelled out from behind the door.
"I gave instructions for you not to knock and bother me. Leave it on the fucking door step and leave!"
Letting out a sigh, Sean had to think quickly how to handle this. He was expecting the door to come open and then both of them handle this easily. He began to set the bag down on a black mat right outside the door. Steven stomped his foot to get Sean's attention. He quietly tilted his head off to the right, motioning for him to walk back to the car. Sean hesitated for a moment but once he sat the bag down, he turned around and began to walk his way back to the car. Steven waited until the door was heard opening and then he made his move. There was only a slight second for him to look at what appeared to be a young man with short hair and a long beard of facial hair. He wore a black shirt covering a bulging stomach and matching shorts. As soon as he bent down to pick up the Burger King bag, Steven stepped out and pointed the gun directly at his head.
"Don't move. Who else is in there?"
From where Brent stood, he was gazing up into the round black barrel of the SIG-Sauer handgun pointed directly at his forehead. Steven gripped the gun with both hands. He could see the expression of shock, horror and utter disbelief. The man appeared to be his twenties, matching the legal description that had been given to him. Since he didn't give a spoken answer, Steven responded with force. He moved in closer, forcing the man to step backwards back into the apartment. Meanwhile, Sean had turned around and came sprinting behind Steven.
"Who else is in your fucking apartment!?"
Steven screamed as he moved to hold the gun with just his right hand. He kept it pointed at Brent. The young man finally replied as he attempted to grab the inside door knob.
"No one!"
The door had pushed inward to the apartment with how it opened. Steven quickly realized the man was about to try and shut the door on him. He responded by lifting his right leg for a hard kick, sending the door flying back and slamming into the wall of the inner hallway. Brent slightly jumped back, turning his back from the door in an attempt to take off running. It was evident how he asked few questions in such a short amount of time, the man knew what was going on. Steven immediately ran behind Brent, throwing his left arm around him and then using his right hand to shove the barrel of his gun into his right ear. Steven shoved him, forcing the man to walk a few steps forward while he screamed at him.
"Where's your computer at, huh!?"
"Fuck you!"
"So you wanna be a tough guy, huh?"
Amused that that this man would hurl out an insult with a gun shoved against his head, Steven let out a slight chuckle. Sean had entered the apartment from the open door and now stood there as he watched his friend let go of the man and step back. Steven gripped the pistol from the barrel and slammed it across Brent's right temple. As the man shouted out in pain, Steven shoved the gun back into the holster within his jacket and now had both of his hands free to truly go 'hands on'. All Sean did was stand there and watch as Steven gripped the man by the shirt with his left hand and then used his right hand to rear back a fist and begin punching. Once, twice and then for a third time his fist connected with the man's face, busting his mouth and nose as they began to pour blood. Steven wasn't finished however until he let go. The man leaned over and then he was met with a hard knee shoved into his stomach.
"Where's the fucking computer!?"
Once again Steven asked the same question as Brent groaned in pain and fell to his knees on the floor.
"Ahhhhhh, it's in the... bedroom upstairs. Stop, please! I haven't done anything to deserve this!"
"Shut the fuck up!"
