Phone App: Portable Armory - 189 Why I Became A Contractor

The alarm clock on my phone rang, marking the end of my sleep and the end of the night. As I looked at my phone, the clock showed that the time was six in the morning. I stood from the bed. I yawned loudly.

I picked up my SCAR-H and walked outside of the room. The hallway was empty as usual and it looked like that someone had walked to the kitchen. There were traces of boots in that hallway. That person was most likely to be Aline since she was the only one in the bunker right now.

I walked to the cafeteria and I smelled the smell of food in the morning. In the kitchen, I saw her frying some rice inside of the pan. The table where she wanted to eat was set for her. One could see two napkins and two glasses on that table. I sat down at that table and I put my SCAR-H on my side.

Aline noticed the sound of screeching coming from the chair. She looked in my direction and smiled at me. The next thing that she did was asking me a question. A simple question, but it was something that I hadn’t experienced for some months.

“How was the sleep?” She asked.

“The nest sleep I’ve ever had in the past few months.”

Aline finished cooking and she put the fried rice into the plate in the kitchen. She walked outside with those plates in her hands. She came to my table and put one of the food into the tables. The smell of the food was fantastic. It could be said that Aline was a better cook than me since her food looked better and tasted better.

I put the spoon inside the plate and started eating the fried rice. The rice was perfectly cooked and the seasoning was perfect. “I use MSG, how is the food?”

“Good, it’s perfect,” I said to Aline.

Aline nodded. She looked very happy from that compliment alone. She ate faster than me and she went to the kitchen to clean the dishes. I ate the food slowly while looking at my phone. I wanted to know whether my house entered the news or not since the sound coming from a heavy machine gun turret wasn’t something that could be easily ignored.

It turned out that the answer was yes. My house entered the evening news. It was said that my house was under attack from a gang organization that had been hunting that house down for so long. To be honest, I thought someone was hiding something so it didn’t go public.

It would be a very bad thing for Farl if he entered the evening breaking news because of pity revenge. I already had the plan on killing him, but I had a bigger objective this time. I would destroy the Ambrosia cartel and everything related to Farl in this region. It was not that I could do anything to an organization as big as Amborssia cartel, but I had to try or die trying.

I walked into the white hallway and touched my card to the card reader in from of my door. I opened the door and I went to the working room. I looked at the fancy computer in front of the table. I sat down on the chair and I entered the password for that computer. The password was included in my phone so I didn’t have any difficulty in accessing it.

[Search: Ambrosia Cartel]

there was a lot of data about the Ambrosia cartel, but I needed to know what was Amboria cartel first. It would be a blunder if I didn’t even know about the organization which took part in hunting me down.

Ambrosia cartel was an organization established in Latin America as a drug trafficking organization which was very profitable. At first, they were a small-time gang, but the government neglecting them for too long and they went significantly bigger and even stronger than the county itself. The government wanted to stop it but it was too late, they had grown too big to be stopped.

Ambrosia cartel could be said to be a multi-level drug trafficking organization which had more threat than an average cartel would have. This was a major issue considering that their network reached as far as a high school student like Farl. It made me scared since Farl was quite a political figure in our school.

The Ambrosia cartel branch in this region wasn’t as dangerous as the ambrosia cartel in their own home turf. However, this branch posed various weaponry from anti-tank rocket launcher to heavy machine gun. They were very dangerous and could possess quite a decent amount of threat if not dealt with unnecessary.

I closed the files about the basics of the Ambrosia cartel and opened the file about my friend, Farl. This person might hold the key to what was going on for the last couple of months. The kidnapping attempts were most likely to be situated by him, but I didn’t have any evidence. Hopefully, this new operation would give me a new lead.

I searched for the most newbie members of the Ambrosia cartel. There was one member that recently joined during the duration when I was kidnapped and being put at the hospital as a result of that kidnapping. His name was Julian Santangelo. This man came from Mexico and joined the Ambrosia cartel because of his multilingual speaking skills and his skill as a gunman.

Julian lived in an apartment located in the middle of the city. This person could be said to be one of the key personnel in the Ambrosia cartel due to his translation skills. However, this person was also well guarded and under the direction of Farl himself.

I had to retrieve him and gained some specific intel from him since he could be a gold mine due to the fact that he acted as an intermediator in most of the businesses that the cartel had done. However, I needed backup from Sierra again this time and some decent pair of NVG.

I turned off the computer and got out of my room in a tactical jacket and cargo pants with the combination of motorcycle helm. I would do a reconnaissance in the apartment building. I headed for the garage in that bunker to pick up my motorcycle and went up the ramp to the hidden elevator.

I got out of the bunker and I headed for the building located in the middle of the capital that morning. I didn’t want to do an assault without any preparation since that was a recipe for disaster.

The trip wasn’t long since it only took ten minutes to arrive at that building. the apartment was a forty floored building located in the middle of the city. That place was swarmed with security guards that were ready to call the armed response team aka the swat to take care of any intruder.

I drove to the entrance gate of the apartment which was guarded by three security guards in their black uniform. Well, for starter, I was not the kind of person a security guard would like if not for me being a woman due to the fact that I wore a tactical jacket and looked like a very suspicious.

However, they couldn’t arrest me either if there was no proof that I was a threat for them so It was a win-win situation for me, and neither I had to do a vigorous gunfight just for the sake of entering an apartment building owned by some drug lord.

The security stopped her and they asked for my ID card number. The purpose was to confirm that my visit wasn’t hostile at all. I gave them my ID and they checked it. I was allowed to drive through that gate right after they checked on my ID. There was the fact that being a woman would give a person more privilege, and I believed in that to honest.

I parked my motorcycle in the parking garage and I walked to the nearest elevator. The elevator took a very long time before it went downstairs. Maybe there was someone in the elevator that wanted to go to the top floor and couldn’t stop until they arrive at their destination.

The lift took a very long time to get downstairs, but once it arrived, I quickly got into the elevator and pressed the button that left to the 18th floor where Julian was currently residing with his own guards that were under the supervisor of Farl himself.