Cop Killas II

by D Mann

  “Damn you got skills,” Ronald acknowledged, giving Brazy’s shoulder a stiff slap. “Ben can you tell us something we may not know about the Commission and the Police League. A lot of good innocent people were killed fighting against their corruption,” DA inquired, turning and walking over to Ben.

  “I really don't know where to start,” Ben said, pausing to think. “It was so much corruption; most of it was blatant.”

  “What can you tell us about Henry Robertson and his dealings with the Commission?” “Nothing really new,” Ben surmised. “Most of his dealings became public when he was found murdered. However, something that wasn't known about was that Henry had silent partners.”

  “Are you referring to Susan Whitmore?” Elliott spoke, joining in the questioning. “Hell no!” Ben cursed, waving his arm. “She was just the bed wench for both men. One of Henry’s silent partners was a ruthless dude by the name of Casey Kovac. He and Henry had an argument over Susan and the shit hit the fan. They exhausted the business relationship and started publicly spilling secrets on each other. Short version of that story is Casey set off into the sunset with Susan but the damage was done.”

  “What damage?” DA asked, looking at the mayor's residence on the laptop. “That whole fiasco set off a firestorm,” Ben told. “It became public that some of the city officials, Commission members, Police League members and even the mayor were taking bribes from multimillion dollar companies for every illicit act you can imagine.”

  “People started feeling the heat?” Elliot figured. “Man the heat was coming down and mouths were starting to run,” Ben continued, receiving a cold bottle of water from Sharon. “Thank you. Once parts of the story came to life, it became a true scramble to save ass. The Grand Jury started passing out indictments like church bibles on an Easter Sunday. Name dropping was at an all-time high and then the bankers went to work.”

  “The bankers?” DA asked, curiously copying the mayor's address onto paper. “Yeah. The bankers,” Ben assured. “Once it became known that the Commission and the Police League were sold to the highest bidder, the bankers went into clean up mode. Everything and everybody became an instant threat. To this day not one bankers’s name was ever mentioned but all the leads started pointing in their direction.”

  “What kind of businesses were they funding?” Mike asked. “Nothing ever on paper bu t they were behind the renovations at Hollywood Park Casino, numerous edifices built downtown, clubs, restaurants, you name it they had their money in it,” Ben confided. “The bankers were even bank rolling the then, new Russian mob who were gaining prominence in the city at that time.”

  “Oh shit!” Ronald yelled, bringing a halt to the discussion being held. “Look at this y’all. We finally got a hit.”

  The crowd gathered around Ronald at the computer as the two faces pulled up on the screen. “Those the two dudes I took down at The Alley,” Dana blurted out. “Correct you are my young sistah,” Ronald agreed. “And both of your victims are confirmed ex-Police League members. Everybody meet deceased guy number one, Mark Stevenson and deceased guy number 2, Hank Kershaw. Both charged for a litany of shit but never convicted and both retired five years ago, and both receive full benefits. How fucking nice!”

  “So now it's official,” Crafty announced. “It's the Police League operating in mischief.”

  “Whose currently the head of the Police League?” DA asked.

  “Ex-chief Darryl Fince,” Belinda recalled, tapping her forehead. “Darryl Fince!” Mike shouted. “Now that's a gotdamn shame! He's been through more investigations than Jesse Jackson.”

  “The league has been quiet in recent years,” Belinda interjected. “But for what reason though,” Mike responded. “Because right now it looks like someone is still active.”

  “Okay y'all. Time for a change of plans,” DA ordered, as the group made themselves

  comfortable settling in for further conversation.

  Because of time restraints the group agreed to split in two teams. The Bag brothers, Crafty, Mayhem and Bearilla would kidnap the coroner and bring him back to the compound. DA, Dana, Sharon, Pockets, Mike and Belinda would tend to the ex-mayor.

  Because of the short distance between the mayor’s and coroner’s residence both teams felt comfortable being able to aid the other in short notice. The rest of the group would stay and guard the compound.

  The teams suited up in preparation for the impending mission and wished each other luck as the two teams headed out.

  Chapter 8

  Highway of Hell

  Nap Bags spied through the binoculars glaring over both levels of the house.

  “He in there alone,” Nap Bags told.

  “Ok y'all stay here and cover our backs,” Kid Bag ordered. “We going in to get him.” “Imma take position between the two cars in the driveway in case we spot a creeper,” Mayhem added, sliding out of the vehicle behind the Bag brothers.

  “This is so exciting,” Bearilla whispered, leaning over to kiss Crafty on his cheek. “It reminds me of our first date. You remember?”

  “Yeah I remember,” Crafty replied, eyeing Mayhem as he took a kneeling position between the two cars. “That sucka owed me ten grand and tried hiding out from a brother.”

  “He was crying like a bitch when we caught him,” Bearilla recalled. “I woulda’ been crying too if I got body slammed that hard by a female,” Crafty chimed back in. “That shit looked like it hurt. You damn near broke homeboy’s back slamming him across that bench.”

  Crafty took notice of Mayhem sending him the two finger look signal. Crafty peered through his passenger’s side mirror to see a man standing on his front porch smoking a cigarette. Crafty hunched his shoulders to indicate no concern, Mayhem didn’t feel Crafty’s sentiments.

  Crafty answered the incoming call on his two way.

  “If cuzz standing there when the brothers come out, I’m laying him down,” Mayhem said. “Stay posted and cover the brothers. We’ll handle dude when the time comes,” Crafty ordered. Crafty directed Bearilla to take the man out if he was still present when the brothers were enroute back to the truck.

  Crafty was getting ready to radio the Bag brothers when he and Bearilla began hearing lights screams. “We’re on the way out with the coroner,” Kid bags spoke across the radio. “Hold up! We got an innocent bystander,” Crafty returned. “Give ‘em a minute. He should be done with that cigarette any second.”

  “I can infared him from here,” Mayhem spoke, joining the radio conversation.

  “He’s going back in the house now,” Bearilla told.

  “Okay Kid y’all can bring the coroner out,” Crafty directed. Mayhem shifted his position to the side of the house scanning the block for potential problems as the Bag brothers dragged the kicking and screaming coroner out the front door. The coroner gave a fierce struggle as he yelled for help. Mayhem quickly joined the pair using the butt of his rifle to silence the screaming coroner by smashing the back of the coroner’s head.

  The trio rushed the coroner in the truck as a couple of neighbor’s lights came on. Crafty screeched the tires of the truck and sped off the block.

  ~ DA and the squad sat in the truck discussing the best way to penetrate the exmayor’s mansion. Once they had their plan together the group hussled from the truck scaling the smaller wall to the side of the property. The crew made entrance through the back patio doors that were unlocked. They began their search for the mayor on the lower level of the mansion. The lower level of the mansion was nearly haunted house dark except for the few dimly lit areas that gave little illumination throughout.

  The crew took caution as they moved about. The exmayor’s house was nice even in the dark. Expensive portraits lined the walls, elegant vases and sculptures sat in most corners, and

  Cherrywood and Oak furniture decorated the floors.

  Not finding the ex-mayor, the crew re-gathered at the bottom of the massive columned staircase. They headed upstairs to continue their search.
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  The crew checked room by room until they found the master bedroom. The ex-mayor sat up in bed watching the nightly news as the crew entered the threshold. The exmayor’s eyes scrutinized every man and woman’s face as they emerged into the light of his room; he remained cool as ice as the heavily armed group took stance in front of him.

  “Let me take a guess at what brings you here,” the ex-mayor remarked, glancing back up to his ceiling mounted television while he continued to munch on a can of Pistachios. “It could only be one of three things,” he continued, reaching for a glass of water on an adjoining night stand, taking a swig and returning the glass to the stand. “The Commission, The Police League or both. In either case, I ain't telling you cocksuckers shit. You enter my home unannounced like you're Delta Squad 6 or some fucking body and you're nothing more than mere armed niggers, who just so happen to be breaking THE FUCKING LAW!!

  “Fuck the law,” Dana blurted, moving towards the side of the exmayor’s bed.

  “And fuck you too,” Pockets added, coolly moving to a position on the far side of the bed. “You idiots put a finger on me and I promise I’ll watch cheerfully when my boys feed you to the rats and dogs,” The ex-mayor threatened.

  “For some strange reason you seem to think you’ve been promised time,” DA spoke, stepping closer to the foot of the bed. “You haven’t. You either tell us what we wanna know or you’ll be the one fed to the rats…fuckin’ cracka.”

  The room became eerily silent in that moment. Mike, Belinda and Sharon’s training kicked in, and they began searching the room for clues.

  “Why don't you two give our ex-mayor here a light interrogation,” DA ordered, giving Pockets and Dana the ok to get rough. “Mike, take Belinda and Sharon, find his office and tear that fucka apart. I'm gon sit right here and watch our esteemed ex-mayor get his hard skin softened.”

  “You son's of bitches will regret this,” the ex - mayor swore, right before the sound of Dana’s right hand slap announced the arrival of the reddest hand print seen on a human cheek before.

  The ex-mayor went into hysteria, screaming, kicking and fussing. DA walked away from the bed and out to the balcony as Pockets and Dana began their implementation of ass kicking.

  DA radioed the other group for their position, taking a seat on the sturdy and expensive balcony bench.

  DA took note of the huge balcony with massive flower plants and as his smile suggested, rich people shit.

  Kid Bags answered the radio transmission, noting the capture, removal and transport of the coroner. They were less than five minutes away from DA’s location and heading back to compound. DA acknowledged the information and clipped the walkie talkie back to his vest. Sharon came through on the small two way radio.

  “DA we’re in his office two doors down. He has laptop and need we need his code,” Sharon instructed.

  “Hold tight. I'll have it for you in second,” DA responded. DA was about to relay the message when he heard several bushes crackling. Instinct dropped him to one knee. He spied the area; someone was coming.

  “We got company approaching through the back yard,” DA whispered, into his two way. “Ladies cover the stair case. Anyone gets in, fire their ass up. Men cover the backyard. Let’s send these devils back to hell.”

  The sound of DA’s AR -15 going off initiated the war. Pockets knocked out the ex-mayor with a blow to his chin from the rifle stock and rushed into the next room joining the fight from the balcony as Mike’s AR-15 began to scream out from the exmayor’s office.

  “It must be a dozen of them muthafuckas,” Mike yelled, killing one of the three advancing masked assassins.

  “Minus two,” DA returned, witnessing the brutality of his own headshot.

  “Make that minus three,” Pockets declared, chopping the third man down. The masked assassins began laying down suppression fire while their team attempted to recover their wounded men. Debris from stucco and glass sprayed the air creating a thick fog like film making sight impossible. Hundreds of shells decimated the décor of the extravagant home and balcony area. Round after round, assassins with fresh clips kept DA, Pockets and Mike subdued; they bunkered down and returned short burst when possible.

  “We have to get down stairs to help the men,” Sharon screamed, over the sounds of rapid gunfire. “They’re out gunned.”

  Sharon pointed her automatic rifle and hurried down the staircase with Belinda and Dana in close tow. Sharon knelt at the bottom of the staircase using the thick column as cover. She could see assassins through the large patio windows in two group formations; they were successfully dragging their dead from the scene.

  Sharon motioned by hand for Belinda to advance and Dana to take the position she currently held. Sharon moved next to the patio window on the opposite side of Belinda.

  “We got yo’ back bruh,” Dana spoke, through the two way. Dana sprayed the patio door windows shattering them and the three women began their assault. The assassins were taken by surprise and made a partial retreat.

  “Hold that position! We’re coming down,” DA returned. “Brothers fall back!” DA scurried back inside the room, hoisted the unconscious ex-mayor over his shoulder and made his way out the room. He linked up with Pockets and Mike at the staircase and all three men hurried down the stairs.

  “We moving out,” Mike yelled, tapping Dana’s shoulder and taking her position. “Fall back Dana.”

  Pockets situated himself next to Mike open firing on anything moving outside.

  “Get to the truck now!” Mike shouted, firing his rifle. “We right behind y’all!” Sharon opened the front door while Belinda and Dana readied themselves to kill any assassins in sight.

  “It’s clear,” Belinda called out, placing herself outside the door. Dana mimicked Belinda’s stance as she posted herself on the opposite side of the door. Sharon made her way to the front gate, pushing the button mounted to the stone pillars that opened it. Dana and Belinda quickly followed.

  “We outta here,” DA howled. “Let’s go y’all. “Take off first,” Mike ordered, Pockets. “I’ll be right on your back. Pockets made his way towards the door. Something moved in the dark hallway that led to another part of the house.

  “Assassins in the house,” Pockets alerted, spraying the hallway with bullets. “Mike let’s go! I got your cover right here.”

  Mike slid across the hallway path as Pockets kept the assassins at bay. The two men backed their way out the house and continued walking backwards towards the gate. Dana and Belinda noticed the backwards peddle of Mike and Pockets, and took position by the columned gate.

  “Let’s go gentlemen. We got your cover,” Belinda yelled, firing her weapon at the front door forcing the following assassins to take cover inside the mansion.

  Sharon pulled the truck pass the gate and ordered the crew to come on. Mike and Pockets hustled to the truck. Belinda grabbed Dana’s shoulder as she cross behind her and the two women jumped in the truck and Sharon burned rubber fleeing the scene. The assassins quickly ran out the front gate firing multiple shots at the fleeing truck in attempt to stop it, but to no avail.

  Private security finally arrived at the scene to investigate the barrage of gunshots heard throughout the neighborhood. They encountered two men standing in the road; one speaking into a walkie talkie. The two men identified themselves as officers. As soon as the private security let their guards down they were ambushed and killed.

  Sharon sped the Suburban through the streets on her way back to the freeway. Everyone was expecting to be chased but not a single vehicle followed them as they rolled along for the next thirty minutes.

  Pandemonium broke out when the sound of bullets ricocheting off the truck began. The crew feverishly looked around for their attackers but no one was visible on the road. It wasn’t until a bright light from above shined that they noticed the private helicopter with two gun men hovering above them.

  “Drop the back window some,” Pockets commanded. “I’m on ‘em, I’m on ‘em!
” Dana, Belinda and Mike cracked their windows far enough the stick their rifle barrels out the window and also return fire.

  Sharon accelerated and swerved the road trying to flee the attack helicopter who shadowed their every move as they sped along. The helicopter menaced the truck by flying low and sometimes flying directly in their path.

  DA grabbed his walkie talkie and began giving commands. “Before we get to the compound stop or slow down!” DA instructed. We got something for those bitches.”

  Sharon sped along trying to out run the pursuing helicopter only to feel her vehicle smashed from the side.

  “Aaahhh! We’re the fuck they come from?” Belinda screamed, firing her weapon at the truck located on the side of them.

  A black truck pulled to their side and attempted to run Sharon’s SUV off the road. The two trucks continued to collide as they raced along the road. Occupants from both trucks fired guns at one another. DA’s crew shot at the truck and swooping airship. Belinda’s aim found its mark as she pierced the others truck’s back tire.

  The assassin’s truck lost control and went careening off into a major boulder that sat off to the side of the desert road. The high speed of the truck caused it to explode in flames upon contact. The crew’s attention focused back on the helicopter as Sharon continued to speed down the road.

  The helicopter’s light was struck by returning fire and knocked out making it difficult to see the airship. The firing guns were the only illumination to indicate the helicopter’s position.

  “DA the compound is less than two miles away!” Sharon advised. The helicopter rose to a higher elevation to avoid the guns from the speeding suburban. The airship was out of range from ground attack but still firing at the racing truck.

  “DA, we got y’all in sight,” Ronald voiced, through the walkie talkie. “Just keep straight.” ~ Brazy sat watching the chase through a pair of binoculars as Ronald adjusted the scope on his sniper’s rifle. The chase was less than a mile away.