Special task force

I was awakened by a shake. “Get up princess.” Blacky said. I shook my head briefly and first had to realize where I was. Only now did everything come back to me again. Everything was spinning in my head. "Wait a minute." I said when he wanted to shake again. I sat up slowly and held my head while everything seemed to spin around me. After a while it got better and then it was gone.
"What was going on?" he asked me after I got up to get dressed. “I have no idea, I was totally dizzy.” I said and got dressed. "Mmmh. You haven't drunk any alcohol or anything. Have you ever had anything like this?" I shook my head "No, never. Let's go, maybe yesterday was just a little too much." "Then let's go." Said he with his icy voice. He was businesslike again. I ran after him from the motel into the car. "Is there anything else we need to do?" I asked him. "Wait ..." he took his cell phone out of his pocket. “Yes, we have to go down to California.” “But that's a long way.” “We won't drive but fly.” He said as if I were stupid. "Yes no, I don't think you would go that far, although it would tempt me to drive the track, especially in such a car." I said, pointing to the seat that looked like one in a racing car.
He picked up the phone and called someone. He asked if we had any other assignments. “We can drive.” “Why did you do that now?” “So you know how humble it is to drive from here to California in such a car.” I shrugged my shoulders, but we shouldn't go far come. After half an hour's drive, Blacky got a call. "Shit, we have to go back. You have discovered one of our quarters. Very close to here." He said while taking the motorway exit. “Prepare for a bigger carnage,” he said.
I took a deep breath to keep calm.I would resist murder. But I pushed this thought very far back. We arrived less than an hour later. There was already a lot of police around. I grabbed my guns. “Every shot has to be a hit, sure!” I nodded and ran. I had a pistol and a lap in each hand. Every shot a hit. I worked my way through the police lock and finally ended up at the fence. “Well done.” Blacky said and ran to the gate. I followed him. It felt like I was pulling strings. We ran through the gate. “I think the special task force is there.” I nodded, grabbed my weapons tighter and started running. I saw them standing and before they could turn around they stopped shooting. I shot right in the neck under the helmet. Every shot a hit. "Further!" called Blacky. So I ran in and put everything around that came towards me. I ran through the whole house. Again and again I shot. Every shot a hit it echoed through my head. I arrived at a room at some point. I pushed the door open and what was waiting for me, a large part of the special task force. I shot immediately, but a couple of times I missed and had to swap weapons, but I never got around to it. I was shot at. I felt the bullets fly past me. I squirmed and did somersaults and jumps until I had unpacked the third weapon and fired. This time I met again and was even able to leave the room relatively unharmed. But I felt scratches and deeper wounds from grazing shots everywhere, but I didn't have time to think about it. They called in reinforcements and I had to shoot my way all over the house again. I took the guns off some of the cops and shot them. At some point I wondered where Blacky was hanging around. I assumed he shot everyone outside.
I jogged through the next rooms. Again and again I had to jump out of the line of fire.But I was never really hit. At some point it became quiet in the house, eerily quiet. I probably shot everyone.
But I was taught better than Blacky rushed to me. "We have to get out of here!" he screamed. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to the window after him, then jumped through. I followed him. And then there was a marrow-shocking crack to be heard. The whole house blew up. The fire works its way over the rubble as we stand up. "Well, I think we gave you a lesson." "Why did we rush in there?" I asked him. I hadn't had time to worry about it. "Firstly, we had to give them a lesson and secondly, everything had to be on fire so they couldn't get their hands on important documents." "And what did you do now?" I raised an eyebrow and started walking. "I killed the prisoners." "Why that?" I asked half screeching as we got into the car. "Well so that you can't say anything," he said. I remembered one of the five rules again: 5. Whoever does not keep these rules, does something wrong or betrays us is dead. A shiver ran down my spine. "You look pretty worn out." He said and drove off. I wanted to punch him in, but held back. "The way you look when you have to shoot half the special unit from the CIA." I said bitingly. "Where are you going now?" "Back to headquarters. We have to report that, and you need a new suit," he said, pointing to the many tears in the fabric. His suit, on the other hand, was flawless, maybe a few splatters of blood, but otherwise. "Do you know how much I'd like to twist your neck?" I growled. "I can guess." He muttered to himself and drove onto the autobahn. We didn't say a single word to each other all the way back. We didn't arrive until late at night.“You can go to your apartment,” he said and disappeared. I loved going to my apartment, I badly needed a shower. So I took a shower and put on my pajamas to cuddle up in bed. The killer thing I'd gotten out of my brain, that's how it always would be from now on. I couldn't do anything anymore. And so I fell asleep. I drifted into a restless sleep.