New York, the best city in the world; the smell of cigarettes, the huge number of people walking through the streets, those new cars moving through the big avenues and the prostitutes on the corners, how could you not love this city? Of course, maybe the fall of the stock market has affected life here a little, but every big city needs those beggars and unemployed workers walking around. In this big city, you can easily get lost, because of its immense size, and that is what I love, that people can't find you so easily…
Despite what the files say, Blake and his group of followers did not exceed 12 members, that was their biggest disadvantage. Fighting with 12 men against a secret organization, which specializes in that "type" of men. Yes, definitely Blake and his followers were in serious trouble; they barely showed their heads in the streets of that city. The tension had started to rise so much that some of Blake's followers were already planning to surrender. Meanwhile Blake and Blair, could not stop thinking about what they would do now.
"Oscar and Timmy, already got the idea of surrendering to the Foundation," Blair mentioned, while walking around the room.
"I know, we should start organizing ourselves," Blake said, in a very serious tone, while spying outside through a window.
"Yes, that's what we should do first, but with what?" Blair asked.
"Money, that's what we need." The leader said seriously, as he put on his black hat and opened the door.
As he left the small office, Blake made a sign with his right hand and his men quickly stood up and began to follow him.
Bank robberies were very common at that time, so there would be no reason to draw so much attention, of course as long as they used conventional weapons and not their "Skills", everything would be a piece of cake. That specific bank did not have good security, and only old ladies and the occasional poor soul came to ask for a loan. So everything should go very well.
"Any guards?"
"No, they should be smoking in the back." Blake answered, while looking inside the bank through the car window.
"Ready?" Blair asked while loading her Tommy Gun.
Blake and 6 of his men entered the bank shooting at the ceiling, as soon as the first shots were heard, people threw themselves to the floor. While some of Blake's disciples threatened the tellers, and Blake and the others took care of the hostages, out of nowhere two security guards came out of one of the hallways, who began to point their revolvers at the assailants. One of Blake's gang members carefully dropped his gun to the ground and began to walk slowly towards the security guards, with his hands up.
"Stop or we'll shoot you!!" one of the guards shouted while pointing his gun at the subject.
What the guard didn't know was that those would be his last words, before the eyes of the hostages and Blake himself, it was seen how those guards began to writhe, how their bones broke one by one, how those men dressed in navy blue turned into a pool of blood. Finishing his feat, Blake's man picked up his weapon from the ground again.
"What the hell is wrong with you Matias? Didn't you hear me say that without any "Skills"?" Blake shouted as he grabbed his disciple's shirt tightly.
Before Blake could further criticize his disciple's clumsiness, another of his men called him with some large bags. They had gotten the money. Blake made another signal for him and his men to leave the bank. As they went down the stairs, they saw a small contingent of patrol cars in the distance on the street. At that moment Blair and the other men who had stayed outside began to open fire against the approaching vehicles.
"Blair, it's time to stop them," Blake said as he got into the vehicle.
At that moment Blair stopped shooting and let out a breath. He took his lighter and blew it in the direction of the patrol cars, while lighting his breath. A barrier of fire closed the way for the officers, while Blair calmly entered the vehicle next to Blake.
"Didn't you say, no skills?"
"Yeah, well it doesn't matter anymore, start the car fast Jerry," Blake said as he shot through the car window.
Blake's convoy of four cars sped away from the crime scene while they were still receiving gunfire. The drive back to the hideout was quiet, perhaps because they only used side streets or because one of Blake's disciples made them invisible for a few minutes. Blake looked out the car window, deep in thought, thinking about what could happen, that they had drawn too much attention with those two jelly-like guards and that inexplicable barrier of fire, thinking that maybe they could come for them.
Upon reaching their hideout, Blake and his men put all the money they had stolen on one of the tables. Although the objective for the money was clear at first, now other ideas came to light.
"There is a lot of money here, enough for everyone, if we distribute it well maybe we could disappear and leave all this trash behind," proposed one of Blake's disciples, while handling the wads of bills.
"No, we should stick together, it will be easier for us and harder for them to catch us," Blake said.
From the back of that warehouse, loud applause began to be heard. Blake and his men took their weapons and pointed in the direction where the applause was coming from. From the darkness came a very well-dressed man with a big smile on his face.
"Wow, you guys are really great," said the man as he approached the group.
"Who are you?" Blake asked as he pointed his gun at the intruder.
"Who am I? Well, for now I can only say that I am someone like you guys," the man answered in a friendly voice.
"What do you want?" Blair asked as she walked towards the man.
"Let's say that today I saw your show, you know when you go to make a payment to the bank, you don't imagine that you'll meet a man who can turn others into jelly or someone who can create a column of fire out of nothing. Well, getting to the point, after that I called my uncle Tony, and I told him everything I saw, and he said that you could join our family business, I admit that it's a small band, but with you we can take over New York." the mysterious man explained, while lighting a cigarette, with the help of his "Shadow."
Seeing that, Blake felt that he could trust that man.
"So, are we family or not?" said that man as he approached Blake, with his hand ready for a shake.
"Family," Blake said as he squeezed the man's hand….
Original: Un Viaje a los Años 30
Date: 19 Jan 2019
Author: carabina30
Translator: Yorick1