have…” CRASH! A bullet shot through the window behind Anderson, blowing a clean hole through his head. Anderson stood still for less than half a second as his brains fell out; Jack and Frank looked on in horror as Anderson fell dead to the floor in a pool of blood. On the rooftop behind the police building, Michael lowered his sniper rifle. Serena was at his side as his lookout.
“Sweet Jesus!” screamed Frank.
“Anderson you could never keep your mouth shut, you snitch. Pity I had to make you,” said Michael. Serena looked surprised at Michael’s reaction. “Let me guess, boss’s orders?” she asked, lighting up a short baby cigar.
“When the Don asks I deliver. I hate a rat as much as the Don does, especially one that cheated his own crew out of a score,” said Michael.
“You knew he would be picked up?” asked Serena. “Of course, you gave me the dark gift didn’t you? Remember, you said “it” is different for each of us. Apparently I can see visions of the past, present, future, and read people’s thoughts sometimes,” said Michael.
“Let’s go now!” Serena urged.
At the same time, back in the interrogation room, Frank and Jack screamed for backup. They saw two shady figures get into a black car and take off two stories below outside the window.
“Shit! Squad Team, get in here now!” yelled Jack. Frank cocked his gun as he and his partner ran to their car down the stairs to engage the attackers.
“Squad car, 65, officers in need of back up, in pursuit of black 1972 sports car with Vegas plates, murder suspects, armed and extremely dangerous, over,” yelled Jack over his car intercom.
“Roger that, deadly force has been approved, shoot to kill,” Commissioner Hamilton ordered over the police scanner, as they chased Michael and Serena’s car.
Chapter 24: “Chase and Shoot”
Michael and Serena raced through the side streets with the cops hot on their trail. “All right assholes, you’re going down,” said Frank, blasting through his side window at Michael’s car. He hit the left side driver’s mirror.
“Shit!” said Michael as he tried to lose them. The siren screamed as chase burned. Jack took out his pistol and shot at Michael’s tires in an attempt to disable the car. Serena shot back relentlessly, but she only put dents in Watson’s squad car.
“Damn! I can’t get a clear shot,” she cried. “Then take the wheel, he’s shooting at our tires,” yelled Michael. He opened the sunroof and opened fire with his Mac 10 Uzi, bullet shells flying so fast you could smell the sulfur off each shot from the gun barrel. Jack fired back and hit Michael in the left arm.
“AHHH!!!” screamed Michael in agony. Blood and flesh flew off his arm. Taking back the wheel from Serena, she grabbed a smoke grenade off her belt, cocking the tip into her pistol.
“Hold on,” she said as she shot the smoke grenade right at Watson’s windshield.
“What the hell!” exclaimed Jack as the grenade exploded, blinding the officers with thick gray smoke. They lost control of the squad car and it spun out, hitting a telephone pole broadside. The airbags inflated, saving their lives. “Watson here! Bring backup now,” wailed Frank from his seat. Jack was knocked out from the crash.
Fellow police cars were still chasing Michael and his girl; Michael thought fast and called Jackie. “Jackie, it’s Mike. Bring the truck, I can’t shake these pigs,” he yelled into his phone. “Where the hell are you!”
“Fox Hole Ave.”
“Got you. Lure them to the red light district. In the alley there’s a small tunnel. I’ll meet you there,” said Jackie.
“Thank Christ.”
It was Jackie’s drinking night and he liked to hit up the red light district bars now and then. Jackie hopped into the moving truck he used to unload merchandise and hauled ass to the meeting spot. With the police still on their tail, Serena grabbed a flash grenade from her weapons bag and tossed it on the street,
“Sweet Jesus!” screamed Frank.
“Anderson you could never keep your mouth shut, you snitch. Pity I had to make you,” said Michael. Serena looked surprised at Michael’s reaction. “Let me guess, boss’s orders?” she asked, lighting up a short baby cigar.
“When the Don asks I deliver. I hate a rat as much as the Don does, especially one that cheated his own crew out of a score,” said Michael.
“You knew he would be picked up?” asked Serena. “Of course, you gave me the dark gift didn’t you? Remember, you said “it” is different for each of us. Apparently I can see visions of the past, present, future, and read people’s thoughts sometimes,” said Michael.
“Let’s go now!” Serena urged.
At the same time, back in the interrogation room, Frank and Jack screamed for backup. They saw two shady figures get into a black car and take off two stories below outside the window.
“Shit! Squad Team, get in here now!” yelled Jack. Frank cocked his gun as he and his partner ran to their car down the stairs to engage the attackers.
“Squad car, 65, officers in need of back up, in pursuit of black 1972 sports car with Vegas plates, murder suspects, armed and extremely dangerous, over,” yelled Jack over his car intercom.
“Roger that, deadly force has been approved, shoot to kill,” Commissioner Hamilton ordered over the police scanner, as they chased Michael and Serena’s car.
Chapter 24: “Chase and Shoot”
Michael and Serena raced through the side streets with the cops hot on their trail. “All right assholes, you’re going down,” said Frank, blasting through his side window at Michael’s car. He hit the left side driver’s mirror.
“Shit!” said Michael as he tried to lose them. The siren screamed as chase burned. Jack took out his pistol and shot at Michael’s tires in an attempt to disable the car. Serena shot back relentlessly, but she only put dents in Watson’s squad car.
“Damn! I can’t get a clear shot,” she cried. “Then take the wheel, he’s shooting at our tires,” yelled Michael. He opened the sunroof and opened fire with his Mac 10 Uzi, bullet shells flying so fast you could smell the sulfur off each shot from the gun barrel. Jack fired back and hit Michael in the left arm.
“AHHH!!!” screamed Michael in agony. Blood and flesh flew off his arm. Taking back the wheel from Serena, she grabbed a smoke grenade off her belt, cocking the tip into her pistol.
“Hold on,” she said as she shot the smoke grenade right at Watson’s windshield.
“What the hell!” exclaimed Jack as the grenade exploded, blinding the officers with thick gray smoke. They lost control of the squad car and it spun out, hitting a telephone pole broadside. The airbags inflated, saving their lives. “Watson here! Bring backup now,” wailed Frank from his seat. Jack was knocked out from the crash.
Fellow police cars were still chasing Michael and his girl; Michael thought fast and called Jackie. “Jackie, it’s Mike. Bring the truck, I can’t shake these pigs,” he yelled into his phone. “Where the hell are you!”
“Fox Hole Ave.”
“Got you. Lure them to the red light district. In the alley there’s a small tunnel. I’ll meet you there,” said Jackie.
“Thank Christ.”
It was Jackie’s drinking night and he liked to hit up the red light district bars now and then. Jackie hopped into the moving truck he used to unload merchandise and hauled ass to the meeting spot. With the police still on their tail, Serena grabbed a flash grenade from her weapons bag and tossed it on the street,
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