Rebels & Lies

by Brian Cotton

  Chapter .47

   

  The loud boom of the explosion at the lab forced them back to reality. Clarke cried through their ear pieces that the team had assembled at the entrance. The two looked to the front doors to see them being pulled backwards. Their makeshift barricade would not last long. It already started to give way.

  Inside his chest, Kaspar’s heart felt like it was trying to escape his ribcage. He looked down into Krys’s eyes once more and gave her a wink. The team outside yanked harder on the door. Kaspar returned attention the front. He noticed that the two walls in front of the doors would make for a nice bottleneck.

  “You stay here,” Kaspar said. He walked towards the right side of the entrance.

  “What are you going to do?” Krys wondered. She started to take cover behind one of the pews.

  “I’m going to get us some more guns.”

  “You be careful!”

  Kaspar nodded then flattened his back to the wall. He held both of the guns in his hands and waited. The sound of tugging and then the barricade breaking away filled his ears. After one final deep breath the barricade snapped, sending the candlesticks to the ground. Kaspar and Krys’s killers began their breach.

  He heard the light sound of footsteps from an Agent. The Agent moved in slow, unsure what to expect. Kaspar pivoted right. He fired consecutive rounds into the stunned man’s chest. The Agent fell and his P90 slid on the ground. The assault team behind him started to fire their P90’s forcing Kaspar back to cover. He reached down for the fallen P90. Once he got a good grip on it he flung it in Krys’s direction.

  Krys moved up from the cover of the pew. She fired her guns towards the front doors. She heard the sound of the P90 slam beside her. After she took down two Agents, she ducked down. A spray of automatic gunfire tore through the decayed wood.

  Kaspar moved backwards, firing his P99’s as he did. He took out another Agent who tried to move in. The assault team grew more cautious at the sight of their comrade’s bullet riddled bodies. They began to move back momentarily. Kaspar had his chance at one of the machine guns on the ground. He moved forward, firing a couple of rounds from each gun at the weary Agents outside.

  He bent down, took hold of the shoulder strap of a P90 then turned. He made a run at one of the pews. The assault team started to move back in. Kaspar turned at the sound of their footsteps. He fired continuous rounds until the chambers locked back, taking down another Agent in the process. There was a pew right in front of him. He made one last burst of speed then launched his body into the air. As he came down, a shotgun blast tore through the top of the pew, just missing him.

  Krys moved up then took out the Agent with the shotgun. She continued to fire until the chambers clicked back. She bent back down then crawled on the floor, reaching for the P90. Bullets from the assault team’s weapons tore through the floor around her. Once she took hold of it, she fired the automatic towards her attackers.

  Kaspar holstered the two empty handguns and shouldered the P90. He popped up to see two Agents drop as they tried to enter. He turned to an Agent who made it inside. The two killers had each other in their sights. Kaspar ignored the chunks of wood which flew around him. He aimed then took out the Agent with a head shot. Out of his left eye he saw another Agent move; flashes were coming from the weapon. Kaspar moved left then took out the Agent with a well-placed five round burst. He moved back to cover.

  For a brief second, Krys moved up from her pew. A rain of automatic gunfire tore through her cover spot. She quickly ducked back down. The Agents were getting frustrated which increased their aggression. They were ready to storm the place now.

  Kaspar crawled underneath the pews as the bullets flew. He crawled until he reached the set beside Krys. He moved up and rested his back against the wooden bench. He looked over to Krys. In the midst of the enemy fire, he realized that he desperately wanted to escape out of this with her. Even if it was just to see her smile again. Besides Mother, he had never felt anything about anyone like he did her. Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was genuine, but there was only one way to find out…

  Kaspar threw the empty P90 to the ground. He pulled the two handguns from the thigh holsters, the chambers still locked back. He showed them to Krys.

  “I need more ammo.” he said.

  “Coming up,” Krys replied.

  Krys reached into her flak jacket for two clips. She slid them to the ground. Kaspar picked them up and reloaded each gun. With the clips loaded, he pressed the chamber release. Krys did the same beside him. With both guns reloaded, she looked to Kaspar. He looked back at her with a determined look and a half smile. He held the guns close to his cheeks, gritted his teeth, and breathed heavy.

  Without warning, Kaspar stood and ran faster than he knew he could. He drew the gunfire of the Agents. He kept his head low, bullets flying everywhere, destroying everything in their path. He took cover behind an armrest of a pew. With his right hand still gripped to a pistol, he wiped at his soaked forehead with his wrist. Hopefully she got the hint.

  She did. As soon as Krys saw Kaspar running and drawing fire, she popped her body up. She fired away with both handguns, taking out three of the Agents that aimed for Kaspar. She saw a fourth and moved her guns to him. She hit him with five rounds from each gun. The Agent fell to ground, his P90 fired bullets harmlessly to the ceiling. She fired at two others until her clips ran dry. She missed them.

  Kaspar kept his head low and began to move back towards Krys. When he got to the pew to the right, he could hear the footsteps of two Agents. He moved his two gun hands up close to his cheeks again. When the time was right, his body shot up. He fired a round from each gun. The bullets tore through the throat of each target. Automatic fire came his way again. He fired away with both guns until they were empty. He ducked back down and cut a corner. His head remained low until he made it back to Krys’s position.

  As soon as he arrived, Kaspar rested against Krys’s arm. He noticed that her guns too were empty. He sighed.

  “You got any more?” Kaspar asked.

  “No.”

  Kaspar moved his body around and stared into her eyes. Death was a certainty for everyone who walked the earth. He reasoned that there couldn’t be any better way to go than like this. With someone he genuinely cared about. She fought like hell with him to escape. At the end of the day, they just ran out of bullets. His only wish being that he could spend just one more quiet moment with her.

  The two nodded heads before they stood. They still had their guns in hand, held down low to their sides. The four remaining Agents moved in. They had their submachine guns aimed at them, ready to fire.

  “Drop you weapons!” one of them ordered.

  The two obeyed. They let loose their grips and the guns crashed to the ground. With their hands behind their heads, they froze, waiting for the barrage of bullets that would end their lives. The Agents moved in at a slow pace. Kaspar looked to the yellow fabric and hoped that Mother would be proud of him. He then looked to Krys. She did something he never would have expected. In the face of certain death, she smiled at him. That same smile that forced everything inside of Kaspar to feel warm. He smiled back then looked forward with his eyes closed.

  The sound of automatic gunfire filled his ears. He waited for that white, bright light to come in from the distance. Instead, he felt a strong tug at his arm. Kaspar opened his eyes and felt his body fall to the ground. As he tumbled downward he could see two Agents drop to the ground. He landed on top of Krys and the gunfire from the entrance continued.

  The two Agents that remained turned their attention to the source of the gunfire. A lone gunman fired away with an MP5-K in both hands. He took out the Agents one by one before they could even get a shot off.

  Kaspar looked to see them fall to the ground. He looked down at Krys who stared blank back at him. They kept the stare before Kaspar broke it when he looked to the entrance to see who their savior was.

>   It was Boler. Greg fucking Boler.

  “Get up,” Boler called out. “We have to move.”

  Krys began to laugh underneath of Kaspar. He gave her a look as if to tell her that she was losing her sanity. The laughter only grew more intense. Kaspar smiled then picked himself up off the ground. He reached down to help the crazy woman up to her feet.

  “Greg,” Krys shouted, catching her breath from the laughter. “You just saved the motherfucking day!”

  “We need to move, Krys.” Boler replied.

  Krys ran towards the gunman and wrapped her arms around his neck. All Boler did was pat her on the back before he pushed her away. He moved his eyes down to his thighs. He had two Glock 17’s holstered there. Krys grabbed each; she tossed one to Kaspar and kept one for herself.

  “Where the hell did you come from?” Kaspar asked.

  “Robert called me and told me what was going on. I was on my way outta the city, but I turned around. Sorry I’m a little late.”

  “Well,” Krys said with a smile, “at least you weren’t too late…for us, that is.”

  “Let’s just get out of here, shall we? The car is waiting out back.”

  The three moved out of the church. They kept their guns ready just in case. Boler led them to the side of the building. In the distance, Kaspar could hear the hum of an engine. They moved quickly towards the black SUV, the source of the noise. Kaspar reached for the front passenger side door and swung it open. Krys did the same in the back. Boler settled into the driver’s seat, put the SUV in drive, and slammed on the gas.

  As the SUV picked up speed, Kaspar pinched himself to make sure that this was real, that he was still alive. How did they escape that? Boler turned out to be his guardian angel…the last person on the face of the earth he would have picked out in a lineup.

  “Where’re we going?” Kaspar demanded.

  “The Committee has a small safe house for us to hide out in case of emergencies. We’ll lay low there until we figure out our course of action.” Boler replied.

  Boler turned the car to the empty freeway, turned on the light bar, and slammed on the gas.