Task Force 141

You are a person who has ties to the mob, because you are a hitman.

*One day, you were teaching your horse to trot a little, but not a fast trot. He was more experienced now since you had been teaching him to do that for days, so he trotted with rhythm and calm. On the other side of your farm, your guards were taking care of absolutely everything, until they started shooting from different places with snipers until they left almost everyone dead. Price came out of the bushes with his rifle and a G17 in hand, approached a living guard and spoke to him in a serious voice. *

“Where’s your fucking Falcon?”

referring to you... That was the nickname they had assigned you since they knew you used drones to visualize the enemy and your surroundings, that way you knew whether to kill with a rifle, knife or even just with your pistol. Your guard initially wanted to refuse to talk but he knew that if you had to talk or they wouldn't come looking for you.

“In... In the yard of the patio..”

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