Infernal bodyguards
- Drag Sner
- Jan 14, 2024
- 8 min read
Infernal bodyguards
Before I start with the story, I must mention that the whole story takes place almost thirty years ago and that the characters have been changed for understandable reasons.
Considering the social order and political turmoil at the time, the war environment, and international sanctions against our country, the work we did did not stand out in terms of abnormality from everything else that was happening in these areas at the time.
The story starts like this.
It is the seventh month to protect a man who has a large number of enemies in our capital. As his bodyguard, it is not easy for me to create a group of "enemies" that I should focus on, because in addition to rival criminal groups, there are also his political opponents in the first place, then there are services that are on the side of the competition, and many ordinary citizens are part of it to whom he caused personal pain or irreparable damage, then competitors in business and especially dangerous for him are his "business" friends with whom he shared earnings and profits from various businesses, especially businesses from which he himself took too much of a share.
So literally all people from his environment were potentially dangerous for him.
It's a beautiful, summer day, full of sun and warmth. We are in his house on the hill and the whole team is together. The view is clear, it simply stretches far and you can see almost the entire city. We are cautious and constantly under constant pressure because the daily flow of danger through the air makes our hearts work faster.
In these seven months, we have already had several attempts to attack the "Bird", one of which almost succeeded because several shots were fired at our car in which the "Bird" was, while the traffic officer was checking us out. A colleague who was on that side under a "mask" outside the car threw the attacker to the ground and I disarmed him and handcuffed him.
After that, it was a much bigger problem to keep the attacker's head alive until the police arrived. But we had already learned that and we knew what the reaction of the "Bird" would be. By the way, to make it clearer to you, we also had to save the policeman who stopped us right on that part of the road where trenches are being dug for the water supply, from which the attacker suddenly appeared.
What happened?
The assailant in a fluorescent yellow worker's uniform, with his protective helmet on his head, managed to get within ten meters of the car that was standing on the side of the road, while the policeman was looking at our documents not far away. When the attacker started shooting, luckily we were all in the intended formation. Two bullets ended up in the reinforced window of the car, and one in the reinforced door.
That's why now we all just look casual while doing this work but we're completely energized like bristling cats inside our bodies.
We sit on the terrace and watch people cleaning the pool in the yard.
Three "business partners" enter the courtyard, which is about thirty meters long, one of whom is a high-ranking member of a gang in our country, and the other two are of the same rank only in the neighboring country. All of them have credentials of the security services and know its complete structure.
With us on the terrace are also minors who regularly come by short arrangement with the "bird". We avoid any long story with all of them because that's the best. Every one of these kids who are no older than eighteen years old has a gun hidden in their belt.
My shift ends around twenty-two, and the evening is slowly falling on the city.
Around twenty o'clock I entered the house because the "bird" was inside with his friends. The rest of the team stays outside. The kids finally leave with theatrical greetings.
Around nine-thirty, a guy whom we see for the first time enters the yard.
Strong stride, high posture, and decisive look. During the search, he hands over his gun. He enters and greets everyone individually. By the cordiality when greeting, we can see who he already knows well. He is a schoolmate of "Bird" and is from the same place where they both moved to the capital. One of my colleagues told me that they had some unresolved business accounts with "Bird" and that he came to solve their mutual problem. There are five of them sitting at a large table in the room, and I am standing in the hall next to the door. I follow my colleagues outside who are walking around the house with a light step. The two are outside communicating with a man who has stopped his car in front of the gate. It's quite a quiet evening.
The eve reaches us from the Danube in the form of a wet mist.
The meeting has not yet formally started, and "Bird" gets up and goes to the dining room.
Then suddenly a "lightning" flashed through my suspended thought and I felt a "thunder" strike through my body!
I instantly woke up from boring normality because I noticed a crazy spark in "Bird's" eyes.
I've already seen it a couple of times and it never ended well.
The first time I saw it was when we were driving on a regional road to the mountain, and on the way he happened to pass one of his personal enemies. Apparently, they gave each other an "ugly" look as they passed. His eyes sparkled madly and he pulled over to turn the car around and give chase. I told him clearly twice not to do that, telling him I was going to leave the car. He had to was to miss several cars coming from the opposite direction and before he started to do a U-turn I jumped out of the car. He stopped and looked at me with his crazy look. I could see he was hesitating. He stood there looking at me for a few more seconds and then got out of the car. He knew that in the contract we signed it clearly stated that we would not do the job of protecting him if he did anything illegal. That was our only condition and the only way to not get into his criminal story. I immediately called the general who vouched for him and gave it to him on the phone. "Bird" knew he had made a mistake. After a short conversation with the general, he calmed down and then apologized to me as sincerely as possible. He told me on that occasion that he would never do such a thing again and we continued our way to the mountain.
Now again, standing by the front door, I instantly realized with disbelief that I was seeing that madness in his eyes again and that his sudden attack of uncontrolled rage might occur again and I focused all my senses on "The Bird".
Everything happened in a flash.
"Bird" walked quickly from the dining room with a hidden meat mallet in his hands. With one quick step, he found himself behind a young man unknown to us, with whom he had a problem, and hit him with the hammer as hard as he could directly in the head.
The young man fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
I looked at all the people present at the table and I saw horror in their eyes. In a fraction of a second, he realized that no one should even think of protecting the young man who was now lying on the floor covered in blood. I also saw that the "Bird" has no intention of stopping the hitting and that he intends to "finish" the young man to the end.
I could not allow myself to see this happen in front of my eyes.
I rushed in, grabbed the "Bird" from the back, and "locked" his hands. I screamed at the people present at the table to bring out the young man and to rush him to the emergency medical center. The "bird" screamed for me to let him go, he threatened me the most and struggled hard but he couldn't do anything because I was much stronger and more skilled than him. After a short pause and confusion for a few seconds, as if they had come to their senses, they all jumped at once and finally picked up the unconscious young man and carried him to the gate. My colleagues ran into the room and I told them to start our car and wait for me outside the gate. The "bird" thrashed wildly, kicked its feet, screamed for me to let it go, and tried to bite my hands, which I used to squeeze it with all my might. Only when I was sure that everyone had left the yard did I decide to let him go. I held it for a few more seconds and then quickly threw it on the sofa. He jumped up as if he was made of rubber and quickly ran upstairs. I ran towards the armored gate as if the wind carried me, knowing that he had gone to get the shortened rifle.
Almost at the same moment as I closed the gate, a short-barreled rifle rang out and I felt the impact of the rifle pellets against the inside of the gate. I jumped into the car with my colleagues and after a few minutes was in my own car. We knew what we had to do because we assumed that something like this could happen. I called the general who advised me to keep quiet for a while. I drove to an apartment where none of my colleagues knew where it was. One woman brought me food every day, and when the situation consolidated a little, one of my men came to my place, who was not normally in the team that secured the "Bird".
After twenty-six days in total isolation, at the invitation of the general, I went with my team to the army headquarters. We also found the "Bird" there. He immediately approached me, hugged me, and apologized most sincerely. The general repeated the story he had already told with the remark that it is our job to continue to protect the "Bird" of the highest interest for our country and guaranteed that such an incident would not happen again. In order to take the story as seriously as possible, a young man appeared at the door with his head completely bandaged, who had been hit on the head with a meat mallet that fateful evening. To my surprise, he hugged "Bird" and said hello to all of us. He especially thanked me. From that day on, that young man worked in the protection of "Bird" with us for the next several years, that is, until the end. The atmosphere that day was very relaxed "if you look at it from a distance".
The thought that was constantly in my head is that now, in addition to having to be careful about the safety of the "Bird", I must also constantly think about my own safety. I hoped that in the whole story, I was useful to everyone and that my actions did not harm anyone.
However, I learned from "them" that the time after reconciliation is the most dangerous and that in this kind of "society" they never forget and never forgive certain things, and that's how he set himself up.
In the following days, I had to spend most of my time with "Bird". The topics of our conversation were always optional, and after a few months, an event in which I literally saved his life, like in a movie, completely changed his understanding and attitude towards our team of bodyguards.
The story starts like this. ...
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