Cop Killas II

by D Mann

  “Yeah he is,” Dana ret orted, spitting in Adam Fince’s direction. “There’s just one tiny

  difference.”

  “What’s that young lady?” Adam Fince asked. “My brother’s going to kill you,” Dana shot back, with a smile of her own.

  Adam Fince laughed off the threat and turned back towards Ms. Williams. “Linda I must say this was truly a great plan,” Adam Fince spoke, kissing Ms. Williams’ cheek. “You know I have always had faith in you.”

  “I only wish that your brother shared in your faith,” Ms. Williams spoke, taking a seat at the table.

  “Don’t worry about him. He’s under control,” Adam Fince notified. “Ok. Then it’s time to bring this tale to a final conclusion,” Ms. Williams said. “Sharon make the call.”

  “Yes mama,” Sharon answered, pulling her cellphone and starting her walk out of the room. “Hey where’s Belinda?”

  “We dragged her into the garage after Ms. Williams shot her,” One goon replied.

  “Shot her where?” Sharon asked, suspiciously. “Right where you’re standing,” the other goon informed. “No idiot. Where did my mama shoot her?” Sharon requested, tapping several spots across her chest.

  “I shot her in the chest,” Ms. Williams told, with emphasis. “The bitch wearing a bullet proof vest,” Sharon communicated, shaking her head while exposing her own vest and storming out of the kitchen.

  Adam Fince ordered his goons to follow and help Sharon properly dispose of Belinda. Ms. Williams went into a blank stare

  flabbergasted by the new tale of events. She soon turned her glare to Dana.

  “Did y’all find out yet?” Ms. Williams inquired,

  staring at Dana.

  “Find out what bitch?” Dana snapped.

  “That I’m the one who had your parents killed,” Ms. Williams conveyed. Dana sat with the look of murder written across her face while Ms. Williams taunted her with words meant to destroy. The news blew Dana away.

  “Me and your mother were never friends,” Ms. Williams began. “That bitch stole my man…and that weak ass daddy of yours, ohh I wish I could have killed him personally. He was so fucking weak; he disgusted me.”

  “I’m pretty sure you disgusted him more,” Dan a shot back. “You disgust the shit outta me. I can’t stand the sight of you bitch. But I assure you, you getting Fucked Up!”

  Ms. Williams smirked and picked up where she left off. “ He was sleeping with me and Diane at the same time but Diane fortunately got pregnant with Darryl Junior,” Ms. Williams told. “Once that nosey bitch you call Aunt Betty snitched about me and Darryl’s relationship, yo’ sad ass mama used her pregnancy as a control mechanism; but I had a plan for that and simple ass bitch. I fed a few people some insight; your parents for example, and that started the ball rolling. All I had to do then was sit back and let nature take its course.”

  “Rotten ass bitch,” Dana uttered. “I agree. Your mama was a rotten ass bitch,” Ms. Williams apprised, with a growing smile on her face. “Nothing ass bitch! Thought she really was somebody, once Darryl got her a job in his office. All of a sudden she developed this high and mighty attitude like she was better than everybody else; like she was better than me! I showed her ass though.”

  “We got a problem,” Sharon cried, rushing back into the kitchen. “Belinda gone!”

  “Dammit!” Adam Fince screamed, rising from his seat. “Where are my men at?”

  “They’re out trying to find her,” Sharon responded. “She couldn’t have gone too far.” The two henchmen entered the kitchen just a minute later in haste, out of breath, and

  embarrassed. One of them stepped forward.

  “She got away in a truck that was parked out in the driveway,” The goon spoke.

  Adam Fince snapped his fingers pointing to the door and moved towards the kitchen’s exit.

  “I’d advise you to clean this mess up

  expeditiously,” Adam Fince warned, Ms. Williams. “I’ll call you with the contact location as soon as possible.”

  Adam Fince and his men vanished quickly, disappearing from the home.

  Chapter 21

  Change of Plans

  DA attempted again and again to contact all three women; neither woman answered the call. “Nobody answering?” Pockets asked, starting to worry. “My baby don’t ignore my calls and I called her three times; three times DA!

  Something’s wrong.”

  Let’s not start jumping to conclusions,” DA advised, worrying himself. “They’ll be calling soon.”

  It had been over an hour since they had heard from Belinda, Dana or Sharon. Pockets continued to pace the floor back and forth while the looked on with discernment.

  “DA, try Moms again,” Pockets counselled. “See if she heard from them.” DA figured it to be a waste of time. He had called Ms. Williams at the bank and at home with no response.

  DA looked down at his phone as it began to ring and vibrate on the table. He glanced at the caller ID and pushed the talk button.

  “Where y’all at?” DA inquired, listening intently.

  The voice on the phone began talking with sounds of desperation while DA’s face showed the signs of confusion.

  “What? You ok? Moms! Where you at?” DA questioned. The voice continued to speak at a fast pace. DA continued to listen intently while the voice continued to inform.

  “You sure?” DA demanded, listening a few more seconds before interrupting. “We’ll meet you there as soon as possible.”

  DA disconnected the call and informed the group of the latest development. The entire group was stunned and dumbfounded.

  They were checking their weapons when his phone rang again. DA looked at his caller ID again and pushed the talk button.

  The voice came through the line and immediately initiated a high speed talk.

  “Fince!” DA screamed into the phone. “Where’s Dana?”

  The voice continued to share their story. “Where you at now?” DA asked. “ Meet up with Mike and them. We on the way,” DA yelled, into the phone before disconnecting the call in a hurry.

  “We got problems,” DA notified, the group. “Grab that muthafucka Fince, load up and let’s roll! We’ll discuss the new plan while we rolling.” Chapter 22

  It’s on & Poppin’ DA sat in the passenger seat of the truck thinking to himself about what he had just learned via the two phone calls he received. DA sent a crew to retrieve Belinda and rendezvous with them at the designated location.

  Pockets sat in the second rows of seats next to Darryl Fince severely agitated. “Anything happens to my girl and I swear to you I’m cutting your nuts off and feeding you both of ‘em,” Pockets promised, poking his sharp blade into the side of Darryl Fince. “You understand me pig?”

  Darryl Fince grunted a little but refused to acknowledge Pockets’ threat and promise. Fince simply stared in the face of his captor.

  “All of you niggers are going to die tonight,” Darryl Fince uttered, fearlessly with a slight smile. “You won’t be getting away with this one.”

  “My bad. I forgot to tell you. I’m the official round here. Pockets please instruct the prisoner to shut da’ fuck up?” DA asked, looking over his shoulder at Darryl Fince.

  Pockets quickly turned facing Darryl Fince and punched him squarely in the eye causing it to swell and blacken almost immediately. Pockets threw a couple more punches to face and head of Darryl Fince as he groaned loudly. Darryl Fince was left gasping for breath.

  “ We already have our hands on you. Now shut yo’ muthafuckin’ ass up klan; fo’ I kill you,” Pockets warned. “Ain’t nobody playing witcho’ punk ass. Ain’t nobody playing witcho’ punk ass!”

  Crafty and the Bag brothers rode in silence while Pockets continued to make Darryl Fince feel the reality of his current predicament.

  They were nearing fifteen minutes away when DA’s phone buzzed through a text message. DA read and responded to the message with a smile and gave a nod of his head.
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  Crafty pulled the Suburban into the parking lot of the National Guard’s Armory facility sixteen minutes later. The crew spied the surrounding entrance as they passed through it.

  “Hold up here Crafty,” DA cautioned, checking his buzzing phone’s text message while keeping a steady eye on the environment. “Take off Crafty but keep an eye out for anything funny. Pockets come with me. If you don’t hear from either of us in five minutes Nat, put a bullet in Mr. Fince’s head. We’ll hook up at your location.”

  “Be careful bruh,” Crafty warned, pulling the Suburban truck out of the parking lot. DA and Pockets stepped out of the vehicle and began their stroll through the corridor of buildings searching the roofs and corners of the buildings as they passed.

  The corridor was a long strip of gigantic seven foot tall cement square flower pots that housed beautiful ten foot tall palm trees in two rows. DA and Pockets walked between the two rows until they neared the huge steps that led to a wide platform that served as an entrance to an unlit building.

  DA began calling out loud. A voice with a loud echo coming from the dark answered back instructing the two to stop where they stood. The voice sounded feminine.

  “Where’s my sister Sharon?” DA asked, unsurprised by the betrayal.

  “Where’s my woman bitch?” Pockets screamed, in succession. “She’s present!” Sharon barked, emerging from the darkness of the building to the partially lit platform dragging a cuffed Dana along.

  “ Right here Big Bruh! I’m right here boo!” Dana announced, struggling like a bonafide soldier with her plastic tie cuffs.

  Dana’s eyes told of the trust, solidarity, devotion and love she shared with Pockets. Their love was a celestial one.

  “In public baby?” Pockets pleaded. ‘C’mon baby not in public. You promised you wouldn’t call me boo in public.”

  “I’m sorry boo,” Dana said. “But dis’ bitch got a gun at the side of my head. You know how I get when I get emotional.”

  “You know I’m gon’ kill that bitch? Right baby,” Pocket asked, rhetorically. “I know my little psycho,” Dana teased, in the mist of force from Sharon’s pistol pushing head trauma.

  “ It would only be befitting that you two die together. I been tired of the Bonni & Clyde love story bullshit for quite some time.” Sharon spoke, stepping into the light and shoving Dana in a directed path with her pistol shoved against Dana’s head. “Killing this sad romance bullshit is a thankful extra. Sorry Pockets! Besides the love shit all of y’all are actually cool. Sorry to you too DA, you were a bomb ass lover.”

  “So it’s true,” DA announced, glancing over at Pockets unsurprised. “But why though?”

  Mrs. Williams strutted up the corridor just in time to hear DA’s question. “ Cause Mama’s always right,” Ms. Williams interjected, stepping into sight brandishing her own pistol as Sharon’s smile brightened.

  “Mama has always known that her past would come back to haunt her at some time,” Sharon conveyed. “So like any true thinker she devised a plan that worked like a c-h-a-r-m.

  “Mama!” Pockets shouted, in disbelief. “That bitch yo’ mama too.” “I got another ‘A -rm’ word for you,” DA interrupted. “Karma! And yo’ ass getting a strong dose of her tonight. A strong dose bitch.”

  “Did you ever find the responsible party who guided your thirst for revenge?” Sharon

  questioned, with the air of superiority. “The one who caused you to revisit the horrid nightmares of watching your uncle die. The same one who guided you to the truth about the death of your parents. You probably guessed it by now. Yeah, it was mama.”

  “And thanks to you DA,” Ms. Williams stated. “You have successfully killed 99 percent of my enemies in your skillful and magnificent quest to avenge the loss of your family. Unfortunate for you though, you’re either going to jail tonight hunny or you’re going to be killed standing right there.”

  Adam Fince walked into the picture assuring DA, Dana and Pockets that they would be experiencing significant pain either way.

  Adam seemed to carry a look of worry across his face as he pushed a button on his phone and waited for a response. He dropped his phone to his side and continued to give his threats as he patted Sharon on the shoulder.

  “Thanks to some great police work by Officer Brown here, whom I’m sure will someday be the first black female chief of LAPD, we have you for the numerous murders of police officials,” Adam Fince told, with a slight laughter under his tone. “It’ll be wonderful watching cop killers like you get the needle. I’ll be informing my brother of your identity and guilt soon enough.”

  “I can promise you that bitch ass brother of yours won’t be getting that message,” DA spoke, with his own laughter growing with Pockets. “I hope that wasn’t who you were trying to reach just now.”

  “Believe me,” Pockets joined in, still laughing. “He’s currently in a meeting and won’t be able to available to attend tonight’s festivities.”

  DA looked over at Pockets incredulously. Both men shared a hefty laugh. “What DA?” Pockets Questioned, quickly. “Stop acting like I ain’t got no vocabulary. Stop acting like it.”

  DA didn’t say a word. He refocused his attention to Adam Fince. Adam Fince pushed a button on his phone frantically and awaited an answer; none came. He pushed another button and waited again.

  “Hello!” Adam responded, to the voice answering the call. “This is Adam Fince. Is my brother in attendance tonight?”

  The voice had confirmed Darryl Fince ’s disappearance saying that he was certain of his arrival here earlier but suddenly vanished right before it was time for him to address the attendees. Adam disconnected the call.

  “Stalemate dumbass,” Pockets stated.

  “Stalemate!” “Not quite yet,” Adam Fince combatted, giving a whistle and watching shadowy figures emerge from the roofs of two buildings. His laugh was loud and continuous now.

  DA and Pockets scanned the roof tops. There were twelve unidentifiable figures who had taken position on the two roofs. DA glanced over at Pockets winking his right eye at him.

  “This seems more like a check mate to me son,” Adam Fince bragged. “Now where’s my brother?” “He’s close by,” DA announced. “But his well- being depends on you.” “He’s bluffing Adam!” Ms. Williams urged. “Don’t buy his bullshit! Your brother is probably dead already!”

  “Yeah!” Sharon added. “Don’t trust ‘em!” DA drew his phone, made a call and placed the speaker on loud. Nap Bags answered. “They wanna hear the bitch,” DA told.

  “Kill ‘em all!” Darryl Fince screamed, quickly through the line before the phone was snatched away and his voice muffled.

  DA place his phone in his pocket and stared Adam Fince in his eyes with death. “I promise to fulfill your wish brother!” Adam Fince yelled out in reply. “I want my brother standing here besides me in the next 88 seconds or every one and of you, and-I-mean-every-one-ofyou-niggers will be executed on goddamn spot! Do-you-understand-me-boy? Am I being fucking understood?”

  “Yeah we clear,” DA submitted, turning his face to the right to look Pockets in the eye. “Pockets, go get dat cracka. You’ll have to excuse him while he gets that bitch of a brother of yours.”

  DA returned his face to the sight of Adam Fince while Pockets acknowledged the demand. “Fa sho! Fa sho!” Pockets obeyed, turning and strolling back towards the entrance. His exit was made hearing the last words of Dana.

  DA! This bitch ain’t our mother,” Dana blurted out. “She’s the one that orchestrated the death of our mama! And daddy!”

  ~

  “Subject is moving,” One hooded figure announced, via silent ear radio. “Unit one covering. Copy?” Another figure replied, touching his ear as he and one more began to move following the subject.

  “Maintain radio contact,” The commander ordered. “Cover subject.”

  “Copy,” The hooded figure acknowledged, staying in tow. The men followed Pockets to a neighboring five sto
ry parking garage where they lost sight of their target as he entered the structure.

  “Hustle,” One figure said, to another jumping from top of the building to the roof of an army truck.

  One man ran across the street while the other monitored his partner’s movement through the scope of his rifle from the end of the roof he was already on.

  “Subject entering elevator,” The following figure informed.

  “We won’t have sight depending on what level subject gets off on,” The stationary figure warned. “Advise,” The following figure asked, huddling in the bushes spying the first floor. “Follow with caution. Report your 20,” the stationary figure replied, searching the area with a quick eye inspection. “I’m searching for higher ground.”

  “Copy,” The following figure acknowledged, before scaling the mid-level wall and disappearing into the structure.

  ~ Kid Bags received the radio transmission from Pockets as Pockets entered the Armory’s parking lot.

  Kid nodded at Nap, opened the back door, touch Crafty’s shoulder over the seat, grabbed his bag and stepped out of the vehicle.

  “They come out that door or up that ramp, you run a muthafucka over to get to that bottom. I’ll meet you there,” Kid Bags instructed.

  Kid Bags slammed the door and ran over to the dark far near corner of the north side of the structure. He quickly connected the Wilson suppressor to his automatic weapon and studied the Armory’s parking lot. He spotted Pockets walking through the parking lot and nearing its exit. Soon after, he sighted both of Pockets’ followers and conveyed his findings to Pockets.

  “Your right,” Kid Bags conveyed, looking through his scope. “There’s exactly two of them following along the roof top. I got ‘em. One of ‘em just jump down to a truck and is currently creeping behind you, on foot.”

  “I’ll take him at the top,” Pockets radioed back, now crossing the street “You take the other one. Mr. Nap get Darryl Fince ready.”