"Better late than never." sounded Dorchester.
"Glad you made it, bro!" Devin shot in.
"Time for business." Surbenét shot back. "No one in. No one out. All groups on the property. Take out only Evolution. You have the green light. I'm going for the limo."
Dorchester held his earpiece "We move for the objective on my ready. I'm going to need a team on stand-by."
Bikers and thugs struck the S.W.A.T. van with homemade bombs and gun-fire. The buses filled with hostages left the property.
Dorchester called for a third bus with reinforcements.
Gun-fire continued.
It seemed as if no one was winning, the police department, Evolution, And X-caliber. All engaged in war. People from all three sides were being eliminated.
20. Inside the rave
Strobe light. Rainbow laser lights. Chaos was brewing inside the auto auction building. The police was there in full force and the Dj continued to play music, party-goers were high out of their minds; Dancing as if the doors hadn't been blown off by a rocket launcher, and exotic dancers still collected tips as they performed. Yakima was one. Wearing a blonde wig. X-caliber's infiltrator.
Rotating on a platform was a stretched Cadillac Escalade limousine, and on another was a stretched Hummer, people inside and around them, drinking and drugging.
Jacki walked in wearing a jacket and plain clothes, centered among thirty detectives and officers. Next to her was Chelsey, wearing a black cape over a black halter top, and a skirt with black, strap knee-high boots.
On a top tier, twenty feet above, with a microphone, stood Able. Shirtless. Revealing all of his upper body tattoos. He was surrounded by bikers holding AK-47's.
The VA. Beach police Sergeant waved to Able and pushed closer to the tier, calling out, "Drop the weapons."
"This here is private property, Officer." Able said threw the microphone.
The Dj lowered the music.
"Lower your guns!" the Sergeant shot back.
"You’re trespassing. We were just having a private party. On private property. Right folks?" he held up his fists to the crowd.
Cheers were heard all threw out the building. The gang was not going to comply, and the cops knew it. They were outnumbered.
Able ordered the police to leave. They refused.
He told them, "Enjoy the party!" and dropped the microphone into the crowd.
A group of thugs became rowdy and threw a few beer cans at the officers; that sparked friction. A cop got hit Went for his attacker, and was mobbed by numerous bikers and rockers.
A couple of cops went to go help. Others grabbed their guns and held people back.
Shots were fired within the crowd and a few well-dressed, clean-cut kids ran to a set of swinging doors. Over top read: Exit.
Jacki grabbed Chelsey by the arm and said, "Let's get out of here."
Chelsey looked to the far off exit sign over the swing doors, "Threw there. Let's see if we can find Diamond. She might be in trouble."
They pushed and shoved their way to the rear of the building, threw the swinging doors, and into a hallway with many doors. The hallway was clear, except for a few drunks parading around the corner at the end of the hall. Jacki reached inside of her jacket and retrieved a semi-automatic and kept it aimed ahead of her as they walked through, and a nude, drunken couple ran from one room to another across the hall and slammed the door.
Chelsey looked into the room the nudists came from and there were more people inside engaged in an orgy. They continued looking through the remaining doors. As they turned the corner, in front of a garage door stood three rockers and two bikers. All armed.
"You girls leaving so soon?" asked one of the bikers, "Party ain't over yet."
"We're just looking for our friend, Diamond." Chelsey asked, walking toward the men. "You guys seen her?"
"Sure have... That little cunt tried to set us up. She's in real good hands now. Why don't you ladies turn your pretty little selves 'round and get back to the rave. This here ain't no exit."
Chelsey grinned as she came within arm’s reach of the men. She kicked the talkative biker under the chin. He hit the floor. With an open hand she bashed another in the nose. He dropped his gun and held his face. She grabbed another's shotgun out of the way, kneed him in the balls, took the shotgun, and pointed it at the remaining two. They had no time to retaliate.
"Where. Is Diamond?" she demanded.
They dropped their guns and pointed toward Trip's mansion in the rear of the property.
"Get out of here!" she told them.
They ran.
CHAPTER 21
Devin and Dorchester waited for the area to clear before making their way toward the auto auction building. It was complete pandemonium. Everyone was at each other; someone even had wild dogs unleashed on the premises attacking anyone. It was hard to tell which side was winning. They looked to each other. Grabbed hold of their rifles. And made their way threw the onslaught, sprinting their way through the field of battle, back-to-back, threw the battlefield, between cars and trucks, chopping down anyone in their way.
"Hey!" Dorchester crouched, back against a car door. "... You know... The government 'ill be here soon, huh?"
Devin grinned, "Nope. Never crossed my mind."
"We probably got twenty minutes. Maybe less." He looked around and noticed Aurora's Ford Edge. It was bullet-ridden. He held his earpiece. "Aurora. Ester... Aurora! Ester! Come in!"
"We're alive." Ester whispered back. "No injuries. Just campin' out."
"Great. Plan still the same once the coast is clear. Meet us by the evac location."
"Copy. Soon as we get a clear path."
Dorchester looked to Devin, "Listen. We get in there. Take out the target. Rendezvous with Surbenét in the back." he held his earpiece, "I need teams Charlie and Eagle at the auction door. Prepare to enter." the teams acknowledged. "... Yakima. How's it looking inside."
"Target in sight." she answered.
"Standby."
Devin and Dorchester both checked their ammo. The teams formed at the breached entrance. Devin looked to Dorchester, "This is it... This is how it all ends. Right here. Tonight." looking at the full moon.
The teams made their way to the breach entrance and formed two lines of ten.
Dorchester put on his war face, "We live to die... And were dying to live... Let's get 'em."
They ran to the center of the lines formed and they all marched into the auto auction building. Inside, they were confronted by the enemy in great mass. Bottles were being thrown across the show room. One officer hung from the ceiling by a cable attached to his leg; someone gut him like a fish. His blood ran from his arms, to the sick fuck that was underneath, drinking it. A detective hung from his neck; It looked as if someone used him for target practice. It was a slaughter house. There were officers and detectives too out-numbered to even shoot their way out. Even though they bravely tried.
Two cops unloaded everything they had. Dropping the maniacs that came forward. They ended up getting beaten and stomped to death by numerous drug induced party goers. Others were being carried over top of peoples' heads; Toyed with. Before getting brutally murdered. It seemed as if the blood of the slain cops fueled their rage. The strobe light made the intense battle look even worse.
As Evolution members advanced toward Devin and Dorchester, their platoon opened fire at close range. Anyone in arms distance would get hit with M16's, other weapons, and kicks.
More gun-fire.
X-caliber taking loses.
Yakima caught eye contact with Devin from afar. She climbed to the top of the Hummer limo and started dancing.
Devin held his earpiece, "Target?" he said sternly.
She looked up toward the tier where Able had been. Both Dorchester and Devin did the same. There was two masked men about three hundred pounds each. Leather vests and black jeans. One holding a battle-ax. The other. A spear. Two executioners.
Two smaller, m
asked men, two hundred pounds each, dressed in hefty, upper-body armor and fatigues, holding crossbows-Bowmen. The metallic arrows; Explosive tips.
"Guess he's up there." Devin looked for a way to advance.
Bullets were running low. Brawls took place.
They moved in the opposite direction as Chelsey and Jacki, threw a large corridor, stepping over and around dead bodies, junkies, and those injured. There was only seven men left. Devin spotted a 'stairway' sign on a wall, "Be ready!" he whispered.
A bowman hit the corner, aimed, and pulled the trigger.
Everyone was alert.
Miss.
Explosion down the hall; junkies and injured innocents in flames, the upper level concrete falling around and on them.
Everyone opened fire. The bowman was gone.
Dorchester looked to one of his men, "Gimme a smoke screen." and began walking.
A smoke grenade was thrown. The team got low and moved in behind Dorchester. When they reached the other side. Four men vanished.
"Shit." Devin grunted. "Eyes open."
Two men guarded the stairs, S.I.G 556 fully autos with extended clips, ready. The other went up with Devin.
Dorchester held his ear piece, "Yakima. Moving upstairs. Support."
"On the way." she came back.
Fog began to seek down the steps as they made it to the top. The area was dark. Lit only with black lights.
Dorchester ordered his teammate to throw some light in the room. He threw an emergency flame. Enormous, cat-sized bats flew from the room.
Devin was horrified, screaming, "What the fuck!!!"
The three began shooting at everything that came their way. Bats were dropping all around them. They held their position. Bats flew down the stairs. Rapid gun-fire was heard.
Their teammate took a step back to reload and was struck in the throat by an arrow. The force sent him flying back into the wall behind him. The Explosive head on the steel arrow protruding just enough out the back of his throat to explode as it hit the wall, throwing Devin and Dorchester inside the dark room, the concrete, tile, and smoke making it hard for anyone to maneuver upstairs.
They were standing in the center of a cafeteria back-to-back, the emergency flare still burning. They shoved in new magazines, and just beyond the red flames of their light source, came the Executioners and bowmen. Unarmed.
"Put your guns down, boy,." came the familiar voice of Able. "You’re guests here."
They open fired. Unloaded. Reloaded. Smoke filled the air.
The smoke cleared. The enemy was gone.
A boisterous Devin said, "Where the fuck are they? What the fuck..."
"That's all you got." Dorchester angered. "Where are you? So we can kill your ass." kicking around debris.
Evolution members came from the darkness, surrounding them again. This time more men armed with bats, knives, chains, and iron poles.
Devin and Dorchester opened fire. Unloaded. Reloaded. The smoke cleared. No one was there.
Devin was vexed, holding his rifle tight and sweating profusely.
Dorchester looked to him, "They're toying with us." he said, staying attentive.
"This ain't toying! This ain't real!" he whispered. "This aint right!"
From beyond the light, a spear was thrown at Devin. His eyes widened, fixed on the explosive tip becoming larger as it neared. It was intercepted by the hand of a woman. Yakima; Somehow she managed to grab the spear out of mid-air. Send it back where it came. Grab Devin with her other hand. And sling him out of the cafeteria like a rag doll. All in one breath. Devin was knocked out, cold.
The spear exploded, and Parts of the roof came crashing down onto the floors, crushing the culprit. The fullness of the moon's light came into the dwelling, revealing Able's 6ft. 4in. frame of inflated skin. Legions and boilers. His flesh, hardened like a crocodile.
"Ready to party, babe?" Yakima asked Dorchester, at the sight of Able.
He replied, "Ready! What took you?"
Yakima and her two confidants moved in, close to Dorchester. Their upper bodies sparkled from remnants of silver. They wore bras, black fatigues that were pulled off of their fatally wounded comrades inside the rave, with high heels. Around them stood an executioner, two bowmen, and Able.
"I'll take the big guy." Dorchester claimed. "You girls take the rest."
Which one's the big guy?" Yakima asked, being that all of the men were over 6 feet tall. Each weighing two hundred plus.
Able grinned wickedly, "I'll make this easy for you." he stretched his index finger, "Kill them!" he roared.
Yakima and her confidants locked their fists together. A heavenly glow came from them, their fists separated, and they each held long swords. The women stepped forward.
Yakima and a bowman circled each other in a standoff, her confidants were in battle with the other two adversaries, and Able backed away in the darkness, watching the confrontation.
Dorchester made his way to Devin and carried him down to the men who guarded the steps and told them to make way for the helicopter.
The bowman circling with Yakima, pulled the trigger. Missed. The arrow went over the tier and hit the Hummer limousine. Explosion.
Yakima swung her sword. Missed. The bowman charged her. She turned to dust. He Stood still in disbelief. She appeared behind him. He turned around. She swung her sword. It was enlarged diagonally into his neck. She chopped him again; This time his head was completely decapitated. She looked around and decided to help her confidants.
Yakima acrobatically flipped over the enemy, landed behind him, and thrusterd her sword threw his lower-back spine. It exited the top of his black mask. Her confidant sliced his chest, gut, and chopped off his head.
Dorchester arrived. His .45 caliber aimed. fired. Able leaped from the twenty foot tier. Dorchester followed.
The women surrounded the executioner and tried to force him to surrender. He lifted his battle-ax and flipped it upside down.
Yakima screamed, "Take cover!"
The women acrobatically tumbled opposite the executioner. The tip of the battle-ax hit the floor. Explosion. There was a hole in the floor. Debris and clouds of dust on both levels.
Yakima stood up. Remnants of concrete covered her body. Only one of her confidants stood. She was drenched in dust covered blood. The other was covered under the rubble, and her silver was fading.
Yakima walked over, "Let's get her out of here while she's still alive." then held her earpiece, "This is Yakima. I have one wounded. In route to evac chopper." turning to her confidant, "She's strong. Let's move."
The confidant was moving, but needed assistance threw the auction building. The women aided her as they made their way. Fast. They passed through the mayhem on the first floor. Dead bodies and debris everywhere, Yakima using her sword to fend off the enemy along the way. Then, over her ear piece, she heard Vegas, "Yo. The Feds, D.E.A. and some more shit is moving our way really fast."
Surbenét responded calmly, "This is your President. If you’re on assignment. Continue until further notice. Everyone else. Evac immediately."
The women continued threw a dim lit corridor, headed for the garage exit. Yakima noticed wires along the trimmings of the wall, which she did not see upon her arrival, everywhere. The oddity was that they were connected to black, metallic boxes the size of bread loaves, unsystematically placed everywhere she looked.
There weren't that many vehicles in the garage of the auto auction building. They got into a mini-van, and Yakima noticed the wires and boxes in there, too. She went over to one and examined it with the tip of her sword. She carefully pried the box open. Inside, she found plastic explosives on a timer.
Threw a window she looked to the moon. And by the looks of it, The explosives were set to go off at midnight.
She held her ear piece and turned into dust, reappearing in the van, "We got a big problem." she received no response and tried again, looking toward her driver. "Let's go."
Her confidan
t drove the mini-van threw the garage door; they were in the rear of the building. Wild dogs were attacking people, bodies lay in the field, and gun-fire was loosely heard around them. People were running wildly trying to escape, and Dorchester was chasing a reptilian, Able.
"Get me closer to Able." Yakima demanded "You go to the chopper. Don't come back." she opened the passenger side door, "May our sins be forgiven." she jumped.
She tumbled a couple yards, the mini-van kept going, and she jumped up in front of Able, holding her sword as a samurai would, right before battle.
Able stopped, viciously smiled, then hissed; His tongue was one of a snake.
Dorchester leaped in the air. Able turned just in time to catch him in mid-air and sling him toward Yakima.
She caught him and fell, dropping her sword.
"You again." he grunted.
She told him, "This place is rigged with bombs."
They both stood side by side, prepared to attack. Able waited.
Yakima continued, "The bombs go off at midnight. We got to leave here now. And we lost all communications."
Dorchester took off his body armor and shirt, his law enforcement badge still swinging from his neck. His upper-body. Silver armor. "Well let's finish this quick and get Surbenét. This is my kill." he flexed his muscles.
Able charged. Dorchester charged. They collided. Toe-to-toe. Pound-for-pound. They fought. Blood shed from each man.
"You'll die like Bryce!" Able stressed to Dorchester softly before attacking, again.
Able's snake-like tongue wrapped around Dorchester's neck and choked him.
Dorchester chocked him with one hand. The other hand was around the snake-like tongue.
They both strangled each other.
Dorchester's face reddened. He let go of Able's tongue and squeezed his throat with both hands until his fingers dug through his tough skin. When Able's tongue loosened, Dorchester grabbed his face, and ripped his head off, then, turned to look at Yakima, drenched in Able's blood.
She lowered her sword and bowed her head, "Blessed be. Guardian."
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