Lenin returned to his bridge game and Giancarlo returned to his couch.
“Magic the fucking Gathering, what the fuck. I bet Dolemite never had these problems,” Giancarlo muttered as he sat back down on the couch and relit his joint.
Taco began to softly growl again.
“Ok what the fuck Taco!!!” Giancarlo shouted as the dog stood on its legs and bared its teeth at the front door.
“I shoulda got a cat!” Giancarlo sighed as he began to get up to throw Taco into another room.
He never got the chance as the front door exploded inwards, blasted open by the concussion of three grenades. The force of the blast shattered the door, sending debris everywhere, the sound rupturing the poor dog’s ears, and sending Giancarlo hurling across the room, where he slammed face first into a wall.
“Holy mother of God,” Giancarlo said weakly as he went into shock. If he could see, he would have witnessed a vision from hell: Stepan standing at the doorway, twin Glock 20’s in his hands, a large katana slung over his back, and a look of obscene hatred on his face.
Taco lay on the ground whimpering, his ears ruptured by the concussion of the blast. Stepan walked past the dog and, without looking, shot it in the head. He turned his head slightly as he heard the shouting of the bodyguards as they recovered from the blast. He stepped into the room where they had been playing cards and began to shoot. Oscar, Mario, Raul, all of the guards were gunned down as Stepan murderously fired into the group. Blood, guts, and brain matter flew everywhere as the men died in a hail of bullets, their bodies’ spasming as their lives ended. Behind Stepan, Lenin aimed his pistol at his head, but before the poor man could fire, Stepan spun around and in one fluid motion grabbed Lenin’s gun hand and twisted it down. Lenin screamed as his wrist snapped and he dropped the gun to the floor. With his other arm, Stepan unsheathed his katana and, in one fluid motion, decapitated the still screaming Lenin.
Stepan smiled and kicked Lenin’s head towards the immobile and in shock Giancarlo, the head landing on his crotch. Giancarlo looked down into Lenin’s dead eyes and began to sob.
Stepan continued to walk through the brothel, killing anyone he came across, from the remaining thugs to the cleaning staff, he shot them all. As he shot, he threw bags full of explosives against the walls. Finally he came to a door with a painting of a heart on it. He studied the door for a moment and then viciously kicked it open.
In front of him, huddled into a group and sobbing, were the whores of the brothel. 13 women, from ages 15 to 28, shook with fear, tears in their eyes, as they looked at Stepan with a mixture of dread and hope. Were they free? Were they dead? They did not know.
“Everyone get on your individual beds, kneel, and pray,” Stepan said in Spanish.
The women cautiously took to their beds and knelt. Prayers were offered to God, begging for deliverance, for pity, for hope.
Stepan watched the women pray for a while, he noticed how deeply fervent they prayed to the almighty. After five minutes or so, Stepan stood up and addressed the assembled women.
“I am going to give you all something no one in your lives has ever given you: peace, pity, and a release from this hell of life you have been forced to serve.”
Stepan walked up to the closest woman.
“What is your name child?” he asked.
“Maria.”
“Maria, that is a lovely name. Do you wish to be free of this pain?”
“Yes.”
Stepan shot her in the back of the head.
“Do not be afraid, you have no future here but of pain and suffering. After you are too old or sick to be whores you will be cast out into the streets to die. I am giving you a chance to go to heaven, I am showing you more love than anyone ever has.”
Stepan moved from woman to woman, asking them their names, giving them a moment to ready themselves, then shooting them in the back of their heads.
As the last of the women died, Stepan looked out over their dead bodies, the blood already beginning to pool on the floor.
“It’s time to balance this out,” Stepan said quietly.
He walked into the TV room where Giancarlo was still lying propped up against the wall face first. He grabbed the pimp by his foot and dragged him across the floor, kicking Lenin’s head out of the way. He dragged Giancarlo past Taco’s dead body, the dog’s brain matter getting into the pimp’s hair, and out the front door. He dragged Giancarlo to a car, threw him into the trunk, and slammed the lid shut.
Turning back to face the brothel, Stepan pulled out a small detonator from his pocket. He flipped up the antenna and pressed down on the button.
The brothel exploded in a fireball that leapt into the sky, the shock of the blast blowing out the windows on the buildings next to it. He smiled at his handiwork. He got into the car and drove away. He had a present for his beloved Genesis.
The cartel warehouse
“SHOOT SHOOT! KILL THEM!”
The men inside the warehouse had momentarily been stunned by the force of the explosion which blew the warehouse door off, but these were not just cannon fodder, these were highly trained and experienced killers. They stood their ground and began to fire. They poured round after round into the area where the door once stood.
“Diego, throw the fucking grenades!”
“Ok Boss!”
Diego took grabbed a belt of 6 grenades and, pilling the pin, threw them into the killing zone. The grenades went off, sending a massive shockwave throughout the warehouse. Juan “The Biter” Sanchez smiled at the carnage.
“Stop shooting, reload. Wait for the dust to clear, no way whoever was coming through that door lived,” Boss Sanchez boasted.
The men all began to reload as they watched the smoke filled kill area. Slowly the smoke began to settle and the men peered into the area.
“Hey-WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!”
The assorted thugs all stared wide eyed. Before them, standing unharmed with weapons drawn, the twins appeared out of the dust like two angels of death.
“No way, there’s no way,” Boss Sanchez said quietly.
“OH FUCK THIS WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ASSHOLES WAITING FOR???? SHOOT THEM!” Ramon screamed as he drew his guns.
The assorted thugs drew their weapons and began to fire. Danger tumbled to the right and Destruction rolled left, both twins firing their guns, dropping two of the cartel.
“FUCK!!! KILL THEM!!!” one of the men screamed.
Danger ran right under the stairwell as she was chased down by a hail of gunfire. Destruction leapt on top of a wooden pallet as the thugs tried to draw a bead on her. She threw a smoke grenade as she dove behind the pallet and scurried backwards, bullets following her as she moved. The smoke momentarily filled the area with a dark purple smoke, masking the movements of the twins.
“Boss, there are only two of them!” Ramon shouted.
“No shit Ramon, and they’ve wiped out most of our men. I blame this fiasco on you, your recruitment efforts were ineffective.”
“Bullshit, I am going to carve those two up myself.”
“Protect the merchandise at all costs Ramon! Pablo, Sal, we are leaving, get to the car.”
“Boss where the fuck are you going?”
“I am a businessman, YOU are the muscle! I do my job, now you stay here and do YOURS.”
Boss Sanchez and his bodyguards made their way up the stairs, leaving Ramon and the rest of the cartel guns to deal with the twins.
“Fucking asshole,” Ramon muttered under his breath.
“I heard that,” Boss Sanchez called out from above.
“Good! I am going to file a grievance with the union over this!!” Ramon screamed.
Around Ramon, Danger and Destruction picked off the elite bodyguards one by one. Shell after shell, bullet after bullet found its mark. The killing was fast, it was efficient, it was brutal. Ramon fled up the stairwell to the second floor. He knew Boss Sanchez would make a run for it, stranding him here. In his head he vowed to kill the B
oss if he made it out of here alive. Beneath him, the furious back and forth of the gun battle was dying down as the twins killed the last of the elite bodyguards, leaving Ramon alone.
Ramon crouched against the back wall of the second floor. He was trapped, with nowhere to go. He looked down at his guns and frowned, he had already emptied their clips and any reloads were on the first level. Ramon closed his eyes and remembered his beautiful Bogota, his time spent in the café’s and clubs, the long walks under the bright Colombian sky. He opened his eyes and steeled himself. If he was going to die, he would make it an epic death.
Ramon stood up and took off his shirt, revealing a tattooed and scarred hard muscular body. He threw down his guns and walked to the edge of the stairwell. Balling his fists, he raised his arms to the air and called out to the twins.
“COME AND GET ME YOU COWARDS”
Ramon stood there, his every nerve on fire, his every muscle tensed for action. From the darkness he heard a voice reply:
“Challenge accepted”
Danger plowed into Ramon shoulder first from out of the shadows, slamming his to the right. He grabbed her by the back and flung her against the wall, as he turned to kick her, Destruction grabbed him from behind in a full nelson hold. Ramon flung himself forward and grabbed her by the hips, slamming her to the floor. He went to stomp on her but Danger had already picked herself up and slammed her first against the side of his head. Enraged, Ramon grabbed her by the head and slammed his forehead into her, knocking her back.
Before he could continue his assault, he toppled over as Destruction swept his legs out from under him. He grabbed her ankle and flipped her over on her back, and slammed his fists into her stomach. He grabbed Destruction and flung her off the stairwell to the first floor below.
“DESTRUCTION!” Danger cried out.
“Yeah your little friend is fucked!! Ramon laughed, “And what the fuck, why are you both so fucking small? Fucking midgets!”
Under her mask Danger snarled and charged at Ramon, attempting to roundhouse kick him over.
Ramon side stepped the kick and slammed his elbow into the back of Danger’s shoulders, sending her flying into the wall.
“What the fuck is up with the robes, this isn’t fucking Halloween,” Ramon said, gasping for breath.
Danger rolled to her right and slammed her fist into Ramon’s crotch. He screamed in pain and dropped to his knees, howling. Danger kicked him across the jaw, sending his teeth flying out of his mouth in a bloody explosion. She grabbed his head in her hands and began to slam her knee over and over into Ramon’s face. Blood and flesh sprayed everywhere and she repeatedly and viciously slammed her knee into the man’s face while screaming in anger. Finally, she stopped and flung Ramon’s head to the floor.
Danger ran to the stairwell and looked down, seeing Destruction motionless on the floor below. Her eyes went wide with shock, her breathing and heart rate suddenly tripled. Danger went into full panic attack mode, losing all sense of her surroundings. Because of this, she failed to see Ramon behind her.
Ramon grabbed Destruction from behind and flung her back over his head and, using his body to heighten the impact, slammed her back to the floor. The two of them lay motionless for a moment as Ramon tried to breathe through his mangled face. Slowly he rolled over, blood pouring from what was left of his face.
“Die, now you fucking die,” he croaked through a broken jaw and mangled tongue.
Danger reached out almost too fast to see and grabbed Ramon by the throat. In one fluid motion she sat up and looked at what was left of Ramon’s face.
“You were pretty good, my compliments,” she said.
Danger squeezed and crushed Ramon’s throat. She squeezed harder and, with a mighty tug, ripped his throat out. She stared at his voice box in her hand for a minute then flung it down. She stood up and, in a flash, ran down the stairwell to Destruction’s motionless body.
Danger flung off her mask and stared at her motionless sister.
“No, no no no no please no,” she quietly sobbed.
“Don’t ever take your mask off,” Destruction replied.
Danger’s eyes went wide and she snapped back into reality. She flung her arms around her sister and cradled her in her arms.
“YOU SCARED ME WHAT THE HELL!” Danger sobbed as she kissed her sister’s mask.
“I had the wind knocked out of me, that’s all. And oh my God put your mask back on you know the rules!”
Danger put her mask back on and helped her sister up.
“I thought you were hurt bad, like Auntie Yuki”
“No, I am ok, just sore. I had the wind knocked out of me, I knew you could handle that guy so I figured I would try and recover for a minute.”
“Yeah well you scared me anyways!”
The twins stood up and surveyed the situation.
“Everyone dead?”
“Yup, but the main boss got away.”
“We will go after him in a second, lets burn this place to the ground.”
The twins set about placing the small semtex charges they had with them around the warehouse. They finished planting the charges and went outside, a safe distance from the warehouse.
“Ready?”
“Do it!”
Destruction pushed a button and the warehouse exploded in a massive fireball that reached far into the night sky. The twins watched the carnage and smiled to themselves.
“I guess the price of cocaine just went up a few hundred dollars.”
“Yeah total supply and demand.”
“What about Boss Sanchez?”
“He is probably halfway back to Bogota by now.”
“What? It’s been like 15 minutes!”
“It’s a figure of speech, Danger.”
“Oh, ok!”
“Well what do we do about him?”
“We can either kill him here or kill him in Bogota.”
“Ug, South America is so hot and it’s full of icky bugs.”
“I guess we kill him here then. And we better go quick before the cops get here.”
“Yeah, San Diego’s finest, can’t really ignore that fireball in the sky.”
The twins gathered their things and made their way to their extraction vehicle, an old 1993 Saturn SL1. With Destruction driving, they made their way out of the port.
“Right so, you find him yet?”
Danger peered into her laptop.
“We tagged every car we saw before we started so hopefully he is in one of them. AH! There he is, 3 miles ahead of us, catch up to him.”
“This car won’t go super-fast so we need to sneak up on him.”
The twins raced along the highway headed south as Boss Sanchez made his way back to his safe house along the coast.
“Fuck, all that coke, fucking Ramon burn in hell this is YOUR fault!”
“Boss we need to drive the speed limit there’s gonna be cops everywhere after that explosion.”
“I don’t give a fuck, just get me home. Fuck me, I have to cover the value of the merchandise! FUCK FUCK FUCK I wanted to go to vacation this year too!”
Unbeknownst to Boss Sanchez, catching up to him were the twins, guns at the ready.
“Danger you get one shot at this, once they hit the gas this car will not be able to keep up with them.”
“I know I know, sheesh you think I am a bad shot or something.”
The Saturn slowly crept up to the Cartel’s car, a BMW 7 Series. Destruction activated the turn signal and began to pass the BMW on the left side.
“Hey fuck you this is a no passing zone! Respect the law!” Boss Sanchez yelled at the car.
“Now Danger!” Destruction yelled.
Danger burst out of the sun roof of the car, her twin Desert Eagles in hand. She took aim at the backseat of the BMW and opened fire.
“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!” Boss Sanchez screamed as the .50 caliber bullets slammed into the car’s armored sides.
“Fuck it’s armored!” Dang
er shouted.
“Hit it!!! Get us the fuck out of here!” Boss Sanchez screamed at his driver.
“DAMMIT!” Destruction shouted as the BMW began to accelerate.
“Sis do something!” Danger shouted as she continued to shoot the BMW, trying to hit its tires.
“Sis get in here and hold on!” Destruction yelled as she spun the wheel of the Saturn to the right and slammed into the back of the BMW, causing both cars to fishtail and slam into each other. Both cars collided with the barrier and flipped over it, slamming into the gulley to the side of the highway with a sickening crash.
The BMW flipped end over end before landing on its roof. The Saturn spun out 5 times and slammed passenger side first into the BMW, but stayed upright.
For a good ten minutes nothing happened and no one moved. Then Danger dragged herself out of the Saturn and collapsed on the ground, throwing off her mask and coughing up blood onto the dirt. Behind her, Destruction pulled herself out of the driver’s side, took her mask off, and collapsed on the ground, her face covered in blood.
“Heh, we are both kinda fucked up huh sis?” Danger said with a smile.
“Yeah, how you feel?” Destruction asked.
“I think I broke a rib or two, your face is covered in blood, I think you lacerated the top of your head or something.”
Destruction wiped the blood off her forehead with her hand and looked at it.
“Eww it’s like I am having my period from my head!”
“Eww gross!” Danger laughed.
“C’mon, let’s make sure this asshole is dead.”
The twins peered into the car, the two front seat passengers were clearly dead, but Boss Sanchez was still alive, though covered in blood. He turned his head and looked at the girls.
“Children, I was taken down……by children.” He said as he coughed up blood.
“Yeah, you were,” Danger said with a grin.
“We are only 13!” Destruction added.
“Wish……..wish you were my children…..heh……”
“Oh my God we don’t!”
“Yeah we wouldn’t want a drug dealer as a dad.”
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