All Eyez on Gunz

by Warren Holloway

  “Agent Johnson, there’s a phone on the desk in here,” one of the agents said.

  Agent Johnson started walking toward his agents, when a blast and roaring sound soared through the air and thrust his body back. The door to the office was rigged with C-4 explosives that shook the building’s structure as the ball of flames and violent force engulfed the agents at the door. Agent Johnson was slammed up against the racks before hitting the ground hard. He briefly went unconscious until the remaining agents’ voices could be heard yelling out.

  Back at the office, Jack Johnson saw the cell phone signal disappear, so he knew something was wrong. He called Agent Johnson’s phone, only to receive no answer.

  “Son of a bitch!” he snapped, upon realizing he may have lost another team of agents. This was not a good look for the country or the bureau.

  He called back again; however, this time a voice came across the phone.

  “Hello.”

  “Is everything all right?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir, this is Agent Thompson. Johnson is pulling himself together, sir. A bomb went off in the back of the warehouse killing three agents.”

  Jack Ross could feel the thumping in his chest from his heart beating and being torn from the loss of his men.

  “God damn it! This shit has to end!” he said out loud, losing control over his emotions.

  It had been a long night and day thus far for this country as well as the bureau.

  The call was already out to secure all travel areas. Rakman would not be getting out of this city alive. The ATF, state troopers, national guard, and army were all present. They were all securing the city limits.

  “You boys get back here so we can track down this scum.”

  The call ended, but Jack Ross’s thoughts were going one hundred miles an hour. He glanced over at the picture of Rakman and his cousin posted on the board.

  “It’s not over yet, you piece of scum,” he said before he then turned to the agents present. “I want his face on the news. More important, I want all known agencies—local, state, and federal—to have his picture. I don’t want him leaving this city; and if he does, I don’t want him making his way out of the country.”

  CHAPTER 28

  BY 3:45 P.M. RAKMAN was feeling the heat of the city closing in on him since there were now checkpoints everywhere. He decided to make his way onto the City Island. As he was driving onto the island, there were officers directing the traffic there, too. He couldn’t turn back. It was too late now; besides, a U-turn would draw more attention to him. The officers were doing their normal job. It was no different than any other time there was a major event on the island.

  Rakman called his men to see if they were in position. He wanted to know what part of the stadium they were at, so he could meet up with them. One of his soldiers picked up.

  “My brother, is the time here?” the soldier asked, ready to die.

  “We’re close. I’m here with you on the island. Where are you?”

  “Right side of the stadium.”

  “Remember, our word will be done at four o’clock,” he said, hanging up the phone as he grew impatient, sitting in the long line of cars while waiting on the officer to direct them to go. He yelled out the window, “Let’s get this show on the road!”

  “You need to wait like everyone else, or I’ll leave your ass in traffic!” the female officer said while rolling her eyes.

  “You stupid bitch!” Rakman said.

  She heard him, so she gave him the finger before continuing on directing traffic.

  Another officer came to relieve her for her break.

  “Kim, I got it from here. Everything going smooth?”

  “No, I just had to put somebody in their place.”

  “Oh, these pictures just came in, so send them to all the law enforcement. He handed her an 8 x 10 color photo of Rakman Hussein.

  “This is that same smart-ass I just checked.”

  She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. At the same time, the male officer who heard her was caught off guard. She looked up from the picture and turned her head in the direction that the S600 Mercedes Benz went. She pointed in the direction where Rakman was parking.

  “There’s that smart-ass there,” she said, pulling out her gun and running toward him.

  Unfortunately, she did not read the wanted poster that read to call it in or approach with caution because he was extremely dangerous. The male officer ran behind her, leaving the drivers in traffic to figure it out for themselves.

  She came within thirty feet before she yelled out to him.

  “Freeze! Freeze asshole!”

  When Rakman and his right-hand man saw this, they took cover behind the cars while also taking out their weapons. Rakman was brandishing his twin .45mms. It was time, and he was ready to die.

  Around 3:55 p.m. all the officers on the island were doing their routine parameter checks to make sure cars were only parked where they were supposed to. They were also on the lookout for potential auto theft and robbery attempts. They came across a van with a man inside looking down at his phone. The officer tapped on the window to tell him to move since he was in a restricted parking area.

  The Arab man suddenly opened fire and sent slugs through the window. He hit the cop and thrust him back as the officer returned fire before hitting the ground.

  Back on the other side of the island, Rakman lifted his twin .45mms and squeezed the triggers, allowing the hot melting slugs to race through the barrels. The bullets charged through the air until they met the flesh of the female office running toward him. Her body flipped forward as she grunted, feeling the force from the slugs as well as the heat of the metal melting her flesh. She regrouped quickly because the thought of dying today and leaving her four kids alone was not going to happen. She pulled herself out of harm’s way by hiding behind a car.

  “I’m going to kill his smart ass,” she said while peeping around the car to see Rakman still standing with his guns pointed. She fired off a few rounds, which forced him to take cover. “You’re going to jail tonight, muthafucka!” she yelled out in between shooting her weapon.

  “You deserve to be shot, you nosey bitch!”

  “I can’t believe he called me nosey. I’m only doing my job!” she said, seeing her male partner run over and find her up against the car wounded.

  “Hey, you good?” he asked.

  “Yeah, I’ll make it home to my babies, but his smart ass is going to jail if I don’t kill him first for shooting me.”

  “Don’t worry about it, I got you,” he responded, radioing for backup as well as medical attention for his partner.

  He then stood up and took aim, firing at Rakman and his goon before ducking behind the car.

  “You should have read the warrant. It says don’t approach him like this. He is responsible for the explosions today.”

  “Well, he ain’t going to blow anything else up. His ass is going to jail today!” she said.

  CHAPTER 29

  ON THE OTHER SIDE of the island, the other Arab member stepped out of his van at precisely 3:57 p.m. to assist his Muslim brother. The two officers were taking cover in between firing off rounds, until one of them raised up to take out the suspect. However, he caught a slug in the neck causing vital damage as he reached for his neck to attempt to stop the blood from spewing out of his neck. Fear came fast as the reality of death set in. He dropped to the ground thinking about the life he had lived up until this point. Seconds later he gasped, taking his last breath as a tear of death slid down his face.

  The first officer that was hit in the chest saw this happen to his partner as he jumped up and feared the worst to come for him. His military background kicked in, so he took aim on the Arab men. He controlled his breathing as he pulled the trigger and took out the first of the two men with a precise head shot. The other took cover fast. At the same time, Harrisburg police officers arrived quickly and assisted by cornering the Arab man behind the van.

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bsp; “Let me see your hands! Don’t make any sudden moves or you’re dead!” the police officer said, with his adrenaline pumping and mind racing over thoughts of today’s events thus far.

  The Arab man didn’t have any intention of freezing or going to jail. Suddenly, he shifted his weapon on the officer. He wanted to kill them; however, he also knew that they would not hesitate to kill him.

  The officers fired on him and sent multiple slugs into his body, sucking the life from his flesh. At the same time, he managed to get a slug off and hit the officer in his arm. The officer was so enraged that he rushed in on the downed man and pumped another round into his face.

  “You fucking scumbag! You come into our country terrorizing our people!” he snapped.

  Over on the other side of the island, Rakman was still keeping the officers at bay sending slugs whizzing past their heads.

  “It’ll all be over soon. You Americans never will understand!” he yelled out, upon firing off rounds at the female officer and her partner.

  He didn’t know his men wouldn’t be setting off any explosions on the island today. It was over for explosions today. He and his right-hand soldier were the only ones left on the island.

  The island was becoming flooded with local, state, and federal law officials that had now been made aware of the shootout, so Rakman was not going anywhere except to the graveyard from here.

  “Brother, I’ll try to buy you some time if you want to escape somehow,” his right-hand goon said, not even giving Rakman a chance to respond.

  He came out from behind the cars and raced toward where the female officer was opening fire.

  “Allah u Akbar! I will kill all of you Americans!” he yelled out, pulling the trigger back-to-back.

  He didn’t even see it coming as multiple bullets rained through the air from multiple officers. His body twisted around as the brute force of the bullets took chunks of his flesh and bones, spraying them everywhere before he hit the ground.

  Rakman was checking his clips to see how many rounds he still had remaining, which amounted to only a few left in each gun. After popping the clips back in the check, his watch read 4:10 p.m. Not good, he thought. His men should have detonated the explosives already. The end for him was now, and he knew it. He jumped up firing off rounds at the now-standing female officer. In his last attempt, he turned the gun on himself and shouted, “Allah u Akbar.”

  He squeezed the trigger. Nothing, he was out of bullets. But it didn’t stop the slugs that she sent through the air, slamming into his body, thrusting him back, and knocking the guns out of his hand. He was hit in the arm and shoulder.

  The law enforcement closed in fast on Rakman.

  “I told you I was going to get you, smart ass,” Kim said as she turned him over and placed the cuffs on him until federal agents came over. “We got it from here, ma’am.”

  “Ma’am? I’m a young thirty. Don’t ma’am me. Call me Kim or Officer Wallace.”

  The agents did not pay her any mind. They were too serious and focused on having Rakman in custody. They immediately called in to make Jack Ross aware of his capture. They also made sure he got medical attention, because he needed to be alive, so America and the city could get the justice they well deserved.

  “You think having me in cuffs and custody makes it better or that this is all over? This is just the beginning!” Rakman yelled out, not wanting to accept defeat.

  All of the media outlets swarmed the island, trying to be the first to tell their versions of what took place. Their cameras zoomed in on the officers and agents hauling off Rakman.

  “Rakman Hussein is the man you see they have in custody. He is also responsible for the acts of terror today. In his million-dollar community, he is a respected neighbor, and in the business world he is an elite and a success. So, you never know who is hiding in our country wanting to terrorize this nation to prove a point they believe is valid. This story will unfold even more because his trial, without question, is going to be a public matter. Right now, the FBI and other agencies will have their hands full in getting information from him to see if others are involved.” The female reporter stopped speaking as the cameraman took in the view of the scene around them.

  ~ ~ ~

  I was on the bus looking at the news on the television in the headrest of the seat. I was tripping upon seeing Rakman go down.

  “They gotcha, you muthafucka, before I could put a bullet in your head,” I said, thinking about how much I wanted to kill this muthafucka for making so many attempts on my life.

  One thing I can say is that he fucked up when he sent those fake agents, because now I’m free and on the run, thanks to his bitch ass. It felt better and better the farther this bus took me away from the city. Now I was going to have to stay low but find a team I could trust to make moves to generate money, so I could survive. Because even with the money I had, it was not like I could open a business on the run. I had to put that money back out into the streets to keep making it pop for me. In the meantime, I was going to as lay low as possible until I figured out who I could trust.

  While I was getting my thoughts together on the bus, Rico, Chino, Flaco, and Angel were on the highway heading on vacation with the money I gave them. It was the most money they ever had, and they were about to live it up to the fullest.

  “Yo, bro, we hood rich for real!” Angel said in excitement about the cash.

  “If we play our cards right, we can make this shit flip ten times and have more cash flow, entiendo,” Rico said, thinking about the future of his crew.

  “We’re going to grow and build our own shit so the morenos and Latinos in our city and state can see we the real deal to fuck with. We just have to stay focused,” Rico added.

  “I feel you, bro. So, after we get done partying and shit, it’s time to get that paper,” Flaco said as they took it all in and embraced their newfound riches.

  A few weeks later the Feds came to the York County Prison looking for me for a hearing for all of the charges I had received. To their surprise, them fake-ass Feds had already checked me out of the prison, thanks to Rakman’s bitch ass. Now the Feds put out an all-points bulletin for me. I was now just like Rakman once was. I was a wanted man, but the plus side for me was that I already had a few weeks’ jump on them. I found a low-key spot in Atlanta and blended in at the Thomasville projects, the ghetto of the hood, so I was good down here. This would be my new city. I just had to find a squad of real niggas to get down with. Until then, I’d be staying out of sight and out of mind.

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