by D Mann
“I got you,” Ronald replied. DA rose from his chair and walked out of the conference room. He had known that most of the group were out on individual missions but Elliot and Mike were somewhere on the premises; he was in search of them. He wanted to run a few ideas by the pair.
DA strolled down the long dreary hallways full of remnants from the old business to find the second floor was empty. He headed down to the first floor and walked the long hallways never finding the pair.
DA was a little pissed at himself for not starting his search from the top floor and working his way down. The countless stairs were starting to take a toll on him. DA arrived on the third and final floor, and took a quick breather while he looked at the numerous paths.
The word no was yelled out as the sound of scuffling ensued. DA could hear two voices scream and yell at one another while the shuffling of old office equipment directed his route. He peeked in room after room as he hurried through the corridor. An office chair came sliding through a door ten feet in front of him. That was one of rooms where they housed weapons.
DA rushed into the room to find Mike attempting to pin Elliot against a wall and Elliot slamming Mike across a table.
“What da’ fuck goin’ on in here?” DA yelled. “DA help me restrain Elliot,” Mike Bawled, tussling vigorously with the irate Elliot. “The bastards beat his woman and little boy!”
“WHAT!!!” DA shrieked, joining the attempt to restrain Elliot. “Imma kill all those sons of bitches,” Elliot sobbed. “I swear to God. They’re beating up little children now!”
“Can’t let him do it!” Mike yelled, struggling. “It’s a trap Elliot!” DA warned, joining in the restraint effort and tugging at Elliot’s arms from behind him. “They already suspect you guys, and you’ve been off the clock for how long now? Think Elliot! We got the upper hand. We’ll make them pay for everything.”
“They left ‘em in the park DA,” Elliot murmured, lessening his resistance. “Beaten and bruised like animals. They raped my woman! What upper hand we got for that DA? It’s time to make ‘em pay.”
“We got element of surprise,” DA answered, boldly stepping away from the men. “They only suspect your group. They know nothing of us.”
Elliot let Mike go and stood up straight. Mike rose from off the table and sat on it. Both men were regaining their wind as they focused on the staring DA.
“This is why I came to find you two,” DA advised. “I need y’all help. It’s time to start putting together a plan for the Fince brothers. Their deaths have to be one for the record books.”
“I’m personally with tearing the two fucks to pieces,” Elliot conveyed. “Limb from fucking limb.”
DA walked out the door with his arm around Elliot as Mike followed them. “We just a phone call away from the perfect revenge,” DA chatted. “And the limb from limb idea, might j–u-s-t- become reality.”
DA was awaiting the word from the Bag brothers before they entered the final stages of planning. Until then he would let Elliot and Mike relieve their stress killing the coroner and John
Whitecloud.
Chapter 18
Piggy Bank Belinda pulled the truck to a stop in front of First Republic Bank. Sharon began calling mom to see if she was in her office. The phone rang three times with no answer. Sharon understood even at near closing time banks could still be busy. She called back and let the phone ring again.
“I wonder if she in there,” Belinda uttered, staring out her window at the bank’s entrance.
“She’s in there,” Dana responded. “Post up right here and give it a few more minutes.”
“Look!” Belinda yelled, pointing her finger at the banks entrance. “That’s Adam Fince right there!” “Son of a bitch,” Sharon exclaimed , watching Adam Fince get in the backseat of a car. “Damn sure is.”
“Looks like he has two goons with him too,” Belinda reported, watching the car merge into traffic.
“Question is,” Dana suggested. “Fuck is he doing here?” “Stay here,” Sharon demanded, opening the truck door. “I’m going to run in and see if she in the bank. Keep the truck running.”
Sharon slammed the truck ’s passenger door and dodged her way through traffic running across the street. She entered the bank and disappeared from view. Belinda and Dana sat anxiously anticipating Sharon’s return.
Only seconds after Sharon disappeared in the bank screeching tires alerted Belinda and Dana to a car racing in the opposite direction, already across the light the car was rapidly disappearing.
“Damn! I couldn’t tell if that was her,” Dana said, turning to see fading lights. “I couldn’t make out the ma ke or model of the car either,” Belinda shared, not being able to catch a good description of the car.
The two women were at a lost as to what to do. They both screamed questions at each other trying to figure their next move. Sharon emerged from the bank in a hurry crossing all lanes of oncoming traffic. She made it to the truck, snatched opened the door and slid back into the seat.
“The lady closing the bank say we just missed her,” Sharon spoke, getting comfortable in her seat. “Adam Fince came in pissed off and walked into mom’s office. He slammed the door and his goons made sure she stayed out of ear’s distance. Moms flew out of the office right after Adam Fince walked out. She said Moms looked real bothered by something when she left.”
“That was her flying down the street!” Dana expressed, giving her speculation. “She gotta bout a m inute and half head start on us,” Belinda uttered, hard shifting the truck into drive and making a U-turn through traffic.
Dana frantically tried to call Moms as they raced through traffic trying to catch up to her. The group figured Moms was heading home based on the direction of the speeding car with the screeching tires.
“She still not answering,” Dana complained, experiencing a sudden shock to her mind. Dana dismissed the thought and attempted to call Mom’s cellphone again. Still no answer. Mom’s bank was only fifteen minutes from her home location so Dana stop trying to call. They would be at her home shortly. Belinda maneuvered the truck through traffic bobbing and weaving in and out of it while they discussed the possibilities of Adam Fince’s visit.
Dana called DA’s phone to tell him about Adam
Fince’s visit to the bank. DA was just as surprised as the three ladies were. He ordered that they call him as soon as they finish talking to Moms.
Belinda pulled the truck into the circular driveway and her and Dana rushed out of the vehicle. Sharon ushered the two women to go and promised that she would be right behind them. Sharon wanted to make one call to check something out.
Mom’s front door was slightly opened as the two women approached the top of the stairs. They quickly made their way inside calling out Mom’s name.
The two women stopped in their track as they entered the kitchen. They were both taking by surprise at what they stumbled upon. A single gunshot turned their surprise into instant fear. Chapter 19
Snatch & Grab The Bag brothers informed DA that the reporter Steven White had fled town. His mail had stacked up over the past three weeks and there was no sign of him anywhere.
“There was a couple of undercovers watching his crib when we got there,” Nap Bags told, taking a seat next to DA.
“They spot y’all?” DA asked, eyeing the returning group as they also took a seat at the table.
“Two flashes. It was all over,” Fingers responded, kicking his feet up on the conference table. “Quick, clean and not a witness.”
DA called Elliot and Mike over to the conference table and proposed that they start working on a final plan to catch the Fince brothers. The crew began scheming details amongst each other. Thirty minutes later the group adapted a plan that everyone was on board with.
“Blood if that shit work I’m bowing to you brothers,” Bloodstone voiced, acknowledging the Bag brother’s input. “That’s some way out shit. I ain’t neva seen nobody pull that type of shit off.”
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nbsp; “I like that shit cuzz,” Mayhem joined in. “When we doing this?” “Right now,” DA replied, rising from the table. “Let’s get everything we need. I wanna be rolling in the next hour.”
The group rose from the table to grab their equipment and ready themselves for their impending mission.
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“Y’all checking this out,” DA asked, over the radio, as Mike pulled the truck over.
“Yeah,” Pocket’s voice, shot back across the radio. “We got eyes on ‘em.” “According to tonight’s agenda he should be here. He’s a key speaker tonight,” Elliot said, spying as Mike parked the truck on the corner. “I hope these dudes know what they’re doing. There’s a lot of cops in there. One fuck up and it’ll be a war getting them out.”
“They can handle this,” DA expressed, with confidence watching the Bag brothers exit their van, pull a vending machine from the side door and strolling into the Police League Headquarters.
“I can’t believe they’re walking in that bitch,” Bloodstone revealed, in amazement. “Now that’s what I call gettin’ gangsta’ blood.”
The Police League’s Headquarter building was a three story edifice. Darryl Fince’s office was located on the third floor, the biggest corner office in the building.
The Bag brothers entered the building and headed straight for the front desk. Nap Bags approached the counter and handed the police guard a set of papers while Kid Bags held the machine balance on a dolly.
“It’s an order of exchange for vending machine number 01777365,” Nap Bags articulated, leaning on the counter. “The paperwork says it’s located on the third floor.”
The guard looked up briefly from the paper to study both men before tapping the keys to a computer. The guard peered the screen for a few seconds and handed Nap Bags back his papers. The guard retrieved a plastic card from beneath the counter and handed it Nap bags while pointing out directions to the elevator.
“ I think Ethel makes the best Sweet Potato pie we ever had,” Kid Bags conveyed, pushing the vending machine across the lobby floor towards the elevators.
“The best chicken and rice?” Nap Bags quizzed, pushing the elevator button. “Hands down Terry from Jordan Downs . Thatgirl-could-cook!” Kid Bags replied. “The best steak and gravy?”
“Shonda off uh Pico. Remember I fell asleep on her kitchen floor,” Nap Bags confided, laughing and holding the open elevator door. “Best action packed movie?”
“Oooh! That’s a hard one,” Kid bags admitted, maneuvering the machine onto the elevator as the cops already aboard made room. “Lethal Weapon with Jet Li.”
“Not even close,” Nap bags shot back. “Arnold Schwarzenegger in Collateral Damage. He went to another country by himself and killed up the whole rebel posse. Plus he destroyed their entire drug operation. All that was for family revenge.”
“Yeah I agree,” Kid Bags conceded, sitting the machine down squarely. “Third floor. Thank you officer. Best Stallone movie and/or series?”
“Rambo,” Nap Bags stated. “Cobra!” A cop interrupted , hearing the competitive quiz being shared between the brothers. The cop couldn’t restrain himself; he was enjoying the challenge.
Both bag brothers turned to face the cop whose remark caught their attention. The brothers look between themselves and the cop two quick times before holding their stare at one another for a brief second.
“Yeahhh,” the brothers agreed. “The fight scene with the blade wielding maniac,” Nap Bags said, exaggerating his excitement.
“That’s the famous shivering lip scene,” Kid Bags demonstrated, allowing his bottom lip to drop in the corner while he acted out the stress filled scene.
The cops began laughing at the comedic brother’s gestures. The elevator door opened exposing the second floor and two officer stepped off laughing. The doors closed and the brothers picked up right where they left off at as the elevator headed upwards to the third and final floor.
“Best horror flick?” Nap Bags asked.
“Poltergeist!” The officer announced, trying to beat Kid Bags’ answer. Both brothers stared at one another again momentarily before giving a simultaneous glance to the officer and back to one another.
“Yeahhh,” the brother sang, in unison smiling at the cop and giving slaps to his shoulder. The elevator doors opened and the cop stepped out first wishing the brothers a good night as he turned the corner and disappeared. The brothers stared at one another with sly smirks.
Nap Bags held the door while his brother Kid dragged the machine off the elevator and followed his brother down the hallway.
“Best comedy and/or series?” Kid Bags asked, dropping the machine next to the other vending machine and unlocking it.
Kid Bags moved to the other machine, unlocked it and starting removing its contents, placing them on the floor while Nap bags pulled a bag from the inside of the machine they brought in.
“You already know I’m going with Friday,” Nap Bags responded, checking the handle of the office door to see if it was locked. “Ice Cube made a classic with that one. It’s open,” he whispered.
“Here,” Kid Bags exclaimed, handing Nap Bags a rag as he stepped in the office. “I’ll be back in two snaps,” Nap Bag disclosed, letting the door close slowly and quietly on its own. “Janitorial.”
Kid Bags closed the door of the vending machine and tilted it on a dolly. With a quick spin maneuver he placed the machine perfectly aligned with Darryl Fince’s office. Kid bags opened the door to the machine again, stepped away and loaded the first machine back to its capacity with the exception of one chocolate candy bar, placed neatly on the floor, squared in the middle of the machine.
It was just mere seconds before the light sounds of a rumble could be heard by Kid Bags. Kid Bags moved back to the machine with its door open and held it steady while observing the hallway.
The office door clicked opened and Nap Bags emerged with an unconscious Fince inside of a laundry bag being dragged directly from the floor to the inside of the machine. Only Fince’s head was visible. Darryl Fince’s eye was swollen and he bled from his mouth as his body slumped in confinement within the machine. Nap Bags closed the office door, then the machine’s door. Kid Bags tilted the machine back onto the dolly and the brothers headed back to the elevator.
The ex-chief was being paged via intercom as the brothers entered the elevator and pushed the button for the first floor. The door closed.
~ “They’ve been in there for a while now,” Bloodstone told, sounding slightly concerned watching the constant flow of officers entering the garage level and street level of the edifice.
“It hasn’t been ten minutes yet,” DA spoke, checking the time on his watch. “They’ll be out. Give ‘em a few minutes.”
According to DA’s synchronized watch a little more than six minutes had passed. The crew sat in the truck quietly for the next few minutes watching more officers pour into the building.
“It’s pass ten minutes,” Elliot said, opening back up the discussion. “And we closing in on the twelve minute mark real fast.”
DA turned in his seat about to speak when Bloodstones’ excitement broke his thought. “There they go blood!” Bloodstone yelled. “There they go! They pulled that shit off!” The crew watched as the two brothers emerged from the building, strolling through the crowd of entering cops; seemingly invisible. The brothers could be seen chatting as they made their way back to the van.
The brothers loaded the vending machine into the van, closed the door and slid in the front seats. With a flash of the van’s rear lights Mike pulled away from the curb and pulled closely behind the van. Crafty pulled his truck out front of the van and the group carefully caravanned away. Chapter 20
Snakes In The Grass Dana sat befuddled as to what was going on. She and Belinda walked in to find Adam Fince and Ms. Williams engaged in a loving embrace.
Dana was shocked watching Ms. Williams pull a small caliber pistol and firing one shot into Belinda’s chest and even m
ore shocked when Ms. Williams pointed her weapon in Dana’s direction.
“What the fuck you doing?” Dana questioned, looking completely stunned as two men appeared directly behind her.
The two men restrained Dana grabbing her by both arms. With a shove in the back Dana was pushed further in the kitchen as Adam Fince slid a chair in her direction.
“Strap her down,” Adam Fince ordered. The two men tied Dana to a chair with rope provided by Ms. Williams as Belinda’s body laid in the kitchen doorway.
“Get her out of here,” Adam Fince ordered, his two goons who had finished confining Dana to the chair. “The visual image of someone dying is such an unpleasant sight.”
The two goons dragged Belinda’s bod y into another room while Adam took his stance next to Ms. Williams.
“What da’ fuck?” Dana uttered, struggling to break free. “You working for this muthafuckin’ devil?”
“Working with is more like it,” Sharon replied, entering the kitchen and grabbing a bottled water from the refrigerator. “But don’t worry, you’ll find out everything soon enough.”
“Oh you working with these muthafuckas too?” Dana turned, staring at Sharon slamming the refrigerator door.
“Y’all two dead bitches!” Dana yelled, trying to figure this connection. “You know you sound exactly like your mother,” Ms. Williams confided, rubbing Dana’s cheek and then slapping her face so hard that spit flew from her mouth. “And I couldn’t stand that bitch either.”
“I got some news for you though,” Sharon interrupted, giving Ms. Williams a kiss on the cheek. “Moms is my biological mother. I couldn’t believe you and DA couldn’t see the resemblance.”
Dana sat spellbound for a moment looking back and forth between the two women.
“Oh I see it now,” Dana expressed, with a chuckle. “Both you bitches look like snakes!” “Well she definitely is her mother’s child?” Adam Fince teased, moving in for a closer inspection of Dana. “And where’s this brother of hers? I’m going to assume he’s like his father.”