The Matador.

“We could barely get an answer from the guy, and we had to calm him down before we even got a response. We only got one word out of him,” a Police Officer near the left chair stated in the office. The Police Commissioner had the palms of his dark hands on his face, as he released a sigh. “What do we know about the incident thus far, and what evidence do we have of this man?” the Police Commissioner asked with a deep voice. “Sir, we know that the thugs were well equipped and well organized, and they were working for some kind of crime cartel. They had this planned from the get go, and they had disabled the alarm system long before the robbery ever took place. As to how, we’re still investigating as we speak. They knew the in and outs of the bank area and had their movements extremely organized, which indicates that they either had access to the schematics or to someone with access to the schematics of the bank, and had knowledge of potential weaknesses within the bank's security system. Based on the equipment they were using, they were going after the main vault and could have very well broken in with ease. We’re still overlooking phone records to see if there are any irregular patterns within their phone,” the Police Officer informed. The sound of a pen dropping was heard as the Police Commissioner placed his right hand on his right cheek. “What did the man say?” The Police Commissioner asked.

...

The exchange of currency went too and fro, as hands continued to reach out across multiple locations throughout the counter. The sound of phones ringing throughout the building went off at random points while the line within the rails continued to linger on slowly. Everything seemed tranquil, peaceful, as the transactions went on as per usual, with nothing out of the ordinary seeming to happen.

Bullets bursting in rapid spread lifted into the air, as the screams of innocent bystanders shot up and the scurrying went about. The teller's hands immediately shot into the air, as armed thugs with masked faces and gloves burst into the room. “Everyone, put your hands in the air, right now! No sudden movements, no funny business, and everyone of you may come out with your lives. On the ground hands exposed at all times, tellers stay right where you are with no sudden movements at all! Any funny business, and you’re all as good as dead!” the Robber ordered as they blazed right into the room. The constant screams and lingering whimpers continued as the tear drops flowed down the face of the women. Two of the burglars immediately jumped over the counter, and began ransacking the room.

Two of the other robbers kept watch as a security guard was seen coming from the blind spot near the corner. The sound of gunfire was released into the air as the security guard dropped to the floor, the blood flow pouring onto the floor as a young woman started whining over the chaos. One of the criminals started groaning with irritation, as the young woman continued to whimper. He grabbed her by the hair and began dragging her on the floor, her screams of terror as she struggled. “Alright, doll, ya wanna go and irritate me to death while I get my job done, alright, listen up! I don’t want to hear another whimper out of your filthy sewer, do you understand me?” the Burglar asked. The Woman began sniffling a bit as he started smacking her in the face. “Did you understand me?” the Robber screamed with unyielding fury. The woman continued screaming as he hit her another time.

The sound of bullets bursting filled the air as the remnants of a glass door fell to the ground. The Burglars looked in the direction of the falling glass. The sound of a shotgun blast was heard as one of the burglars screamed while falling back onto the floor lifeless. The Robber still alive, took cover behind a desk, panicking, looking around to see where the enemy fire was, but he couldn’t see anyone. The Robber tried to regain his breath as he continuously gasped for air. “Maybe, maybe it was a mistake. Maybe it was faulty weapon,” the Robber thought.

“You know what happens when you mess with the bull? Well... You eventually get the horns,” a maniacal voice stated. The Robber attempted to turn around to the other side of the desk to return fire but a knife went deep into his arm and then right into the other. His screams of terror as he was kicked onto the ground and his gun knocked aside by a large black boot. The Robber looked up to see a barely clean shaven man, clothed in a black trench coat, tied with a black belt on his black pants, and black boots with spurs towering over him. “What, what are you?” the Robber asked. The man gave a grin that declared a lack of sanity. “Oh, you don’t need to worry about those other guys. I’ve taken, ‘good care,’ of them. I’ve come to deliver a message to your boss, Juan Zuniga. Tell him when he finds you in the hospital, and he will, ‘The Matador,’ has come to collect his debt,” the Matador declared as he raised his foot. “NO, PLEASE!” the Robber attempted before he was silenced and all faded into darkness. The Matador walked out of the bank and left the bodies there, as he walked past the image of a bull posing defiantly.

…

“He said, ‘Matador.’ He kept repeating that phrase over and over again. Who is, ‘The Matador,’ I wonder?” the Police officer asked. The Police Commissioner shivered at the sound of his name. The other Officers became curious. “Sir, is something wrong?” the Officer on the right side asked. The Police Commissioner looked surprised. “Oh, nothing, nothing! Nothing’s wrong! Gentleman, please excuse me, I will need a moment,” the Police Commissioner requested. The two police officers looked at each other, but nodded and then went off.

The sound of the door shutting finished as the Police Commissioner took out his cell phone and dialed a number. He placed the phone next to his ear as it began to ring. “Yeah?” a deep voice asked. “Juan, it was the Matador. He was the one who killed your men. He’s looking to take you out,” the Police Commissioner stated. “Oh jeez. You gotta lock everything down, and find that man! The Matador will kill us both if he's left to his own devices. Take him out, by any means necessary. Do you know what they say about the Matador?” Juan asked. “I have only heard rumors,” the Police Commissioner replied. “He’s a master of distraction, and then leaves a trail of splattered blood all around his victims' corpses. He knows how to play on his opponents fears, then hit them hardest when they least expect it. He’s hired by rival gang families to collect debts and take out other cartel families, and he has yet to fail. Don’t take him lightly. I want every cop to be on the lookout! If you see the Matador, kill him on the spot!” Juan demanded. “I already have a plan to beat him. If he loves playing games of distraction, will provide what every bull hates. We just need a little bit of red to distract him before we finally land the stroke of the sword,” the Police Commissioner responded. “You better, or the predators will end up becoming the prey!” Juan stated as he hung up the phone.

The Police commissioner clicked his cellphone, then walked outside of his office. “All units, you have new orders! If any of you should see or hear any man called, ‘The Matador,’ you are to find him, engage him, and then take him out immediately! He, as of today, is a top priority target! Your new orders are simple: Find and kill the Matador!” the Police Commissioner declared.

To be continued...