Real System of Bodyguards (the third part of the story)
- Drag Sner
- Jan 29, 2024
- 4 min read
The third part of the story
The story begins like this.
"It's midnight, and evening is slowly descending as I sleep in my apartment because it's not my shift. My apartment is a five-minute walk from "Birds" house. The phone rings, and I have to get to him urgently.
After five minutes, I'm at the gate. I bid farewell to my colleagues while "Bird" excitedly tells me that he has an urgent meeting scheduled at his gas station, which is literally on the opposite side of town. Everything happens suddenly, and nothing is "covered."
There are four of us, but we are missing another accompanying car and the time period of about half an hour that is needed for the "cloak for checking " to go and check the gas station we need to go to. Nervousness spreads through the space. It is very important for him to be there at the scheduled time, and he is forced to be called for the third time. I have no intention of going anywhere until the third car arrives and they tell me that everything is fine at the gas station.
"Bird" is very nervous and is getting ready to go without us, alone with his brother in the car. I can't stop him, but I can tell him that if he breaks the clause in our contract, we no longer have any obligations towards him. He starts going crazy around the garage and swearing the blackest curses. He kicks the garage door. I see that he occasionally looks at a brick next to the parking lot, and it's clear to me that he could easily throw it at me.
At the very beginning, it happened to me that he would pick me up quickly and go to some meeting without preparation or escort, but at that time, he still lived with his mother in an apartment in the building and only had money from the club he ran. Today, after several years with him, he already has two gas stations and two of the most beautiful villas with swimming pools in an elite settlement. There are great players in the game, and considering what we have already lived through and experienced, there is no room for any mistakes.
The third car finally arrived after half an hour of waiting, and we left immediately. However, we never went to that meeting. Halfway down the road, in a formation of three cars, we get a creepy message. The team under the "plastic" that searched the area around the gas station reported that they came across a "prepared ambush for murder" near the pump and that there was a fierce shooting. From the highway, we went directly to "Kokin Brod" and then to a completely deserted place in the mountains where we spent two weeks.
It turned out that guys from the opposing gang organized several minors who decided to liquidate "Bird" for not so little money. During the two weeks we spent in isolation, "Bird" did not even speak five sentences to us. He was fully aware of how right it was that I insisted that the procedure that we normally do in such situations be followed.
Unfortunately, many stories do not end happily in these areas, and a person gets attached to a cat after a while, let alone a person.
After almost eight years and, to the surprise of many, we were still alive, we all had to leave the business.
On October 5, 2000, many things changed in terms of the entire life in our country. A people's revolution happened! At the beginning of the 2000s, we all quit our jobs because things started to take on a character that no one thought was normal. There were also many fights and occasional crazy fights during that crazy period. We were more of a nuisance than a benefit. We got fired and just left.
During those times, there was also a war in our country. The General Staff invited me constantly for consultations, and I went several times to agreed exchanges, extractions, and acceptance of people from the areas devastated by the war. In addition to the jobs of guarding many high-ranking people, I also had a couple of my agencies in the capital and independently started companies in the interior. When invited by the military services, I often accompanied convoys with people and goods. I remember those columns and people who lost everything. As time went on, I had much more time to spend with my parents and sister and my friends in my hometown. I was the owner of three discotheques in the interior, and that business later brought me a living.
Then, towards the end of 2002, while I was having lunch with my girlfriend at the time, the news suddenly rang out on television that "Bird" had been killed on the highway while going to a scheduled meeting. They were at work with only one car. His car was wrecked, and his brother was also killed in the car.
The guy who got hit on the head with a hammer (first part of the story) was in the back seat and only got a gunshot wound to the thigh.
The day before the funeral, we talked all night with that guy, and he told me in detail how everything happened. He told me that "Bird" had a rather sudden urgent invitation to a meeting from a very big friend. It was of great importance for him to get there on time... They left and... "
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