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War 2 All Hell Breaks Loose

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by T. Styles


  Standing amongst dead inmates, Kirk took a deep breath and looked at his men.

  He smiled.

  It was perfect.

  The moment Banks discovered where his son was being held, he made moves. Moves that not only would protect Harris but also would ensure he would join his family on Wales Island.

  By Christmas.

  “Why you hit Linden early?” Kirk asked Zion. “I paid for next week.”

  “You ain’t hear?” He responded. “Linden was getting out on bail tomorrow.”

  “Nah, I ain’t know ‘bout that.” Kirk smiled. “Good looking out though.”

  Zion grinned. “No doubt.”

  “You know what you have to do now.” Kirk paused. “No major organs.” He raised his arms.

  Zion looked at the men behind him and back at Kirk. They all shook their heads no, wanting no part of the gruesome chore.

  “You sure about this, man?” He paused. “I don’t want Banks mad at me.”

  “This his idea,” he paused. “It’s part of the plan.” He continued. “Now hit me.”

  Pulling out a fresh shank, within seconds Kirk lie on the floor, amongst the others, bleeding from the gut. In more pain than he thought was possible he whispered, “Go sound the alarm.” He paused. “Quick!”

  EPILOGUE

  There was an outsider in the midst.

  After Banks piloted most of his family safely to Wales Island, and walked inside the mansion, Mason crawled out of the floorboard from the storage area of the plane, covered in vomit, feces and urine. Having been below deck for eight hours, he was exhausted and eager to breathe fresh air.

  Walking toward a group of palm trees, he gazed at the property and breathed deeply. Within seconds his life long asthma issue went away.

  He had known Banks all of his life and couldn’t help but feel proud at what he built. Mason also realized he didn’t think far enough for himself and his family, and that he would have to expand his horizons for the future.

  But first things first.

  “You did good, Banks,” Mason said to himself, taking in the island and all its eminence. “Real good.”

  With Banks’ mind scattered before the flight, he didn’t realize that Mason was smarter than he gave him credit for. Mason knew there was nothing that would keep Banks from getting his family to the island, so he did a few things himself.

  First he had Whoyawanmetabe place a bomb in Vanguard’s house. Then he made sure that Vanguard’s phone was bugged in the main house and the guesthouse too, so that when Claire spoke on the phone, or even talked around the device, he would hear the conversation in detail.

  And that’s what happened.

  Within a matter of hours, when Claire went off on Banks for Vanguard’s murder, only to call back and give Bet the location to the plane later, Whoyawanmetabe and Mason recorded it all.

  Having the information in his pocket was only part of Mason’s plan. He needed to create a rouse so he could get on that aircraft. So after kidnapping Bet, he led his sons to the rec too.

  He even cut off Garret’s arm after he killed him, and placed his watch on his wrist. Knowing that Banks would believe he was dead.

  Of course he had no idea that Banks would blow his soldiers up to get the Wales clan out of the rec. But what he did know was that he would come in with heavy firepower to save the lives of those he loved.

  In fact he was banking on it.

  How else could he reach the plane before Banks without a distraction?

  Sure he could’ve murdered his family. But Mason knew that Banks had dealt with great loss before and was immune. After all, he killed his own father and came back. Mason reasoned that if he murdered Banks’ family, although Banks would’ve been sad, Mason felt he would later retreat to Wales Island after he grieved, virtually living in paradise for the rest of his life.

  Nah.

  If he was going to rock Banks’ world he had to touch everything he loved, especially the island. So after leading his own men to the pool house, sacrificing their lives in the process, Mason hit it to Vanguard’s plane. Hiding inside his air controlled storage area.

  The flight was rough. He vomited repeatedly and felt like he would die. But hate kept him alive.

  And now he had arrived.

  Undetected.

  Removing his phone from his pocket he called Howard. “You got him yet?”

  “Yeah, he here. Fucked up too.”

  “How you get him out of Banks’ house?”

  “Wasn’t nobody there like you said. So we pulled him out one of the rooms we be staying in when we used to spend the night. He was bleeding bad though.”

  Mason’s jaw twitched. “How bad?”

  “Just his toe,” he paused. “It’s gone. He sleeping now. Ma gave him some pain medicine and the Doc came by complaining as usual.”

  He sighed. “What about your mother? How is she?”

  “Better that Derrick here. She with her brother now.”

  Mason frowned. “Her brother? Your mother ain’t got no family outside of us.”

  “That’s what I thought.”

  Confused he said, “Put her on the phone.”

  “She don’t wanna talk right now.”

  Mason shook his head. “Listen, I don’t want you mad at her. For drugging you. She did what she knew how to make sure you and your brothers were safe.”

  “I’m over it,” Howard sighed. “I’m still mad at you though. For hitting her the way you did.” He paused. “But we’ll talk about all that later. So what now?”

  Mason took a deep breath and looked at the beautiful island again. “I found our paradise.” He eyed Banks’ land with envy.

  “For real?”

  “Yep. Got a name for it and everything. I’m calling it The Land Of The Lous. Wait ‘till you see this shit.”

  COMING SOON

  WAR 3:

  THE LAND OF THE LOUS

 

 

 


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