by D Mann
“He’s in place,” Nap Bags radioed in. “Waiting on you.” Kid studied the movements of both men. He watched the first man huddling against the wall while the other seemed to be searching for a better and higher view without blowing his cover. The man settled for the fire escape laddering on the adjoining building. The building had enough height to give him the vision he needed to observe the parking garage roof. The figure began climbing. Kid Bag took careful aim and waited for the figure to finish his climb. The figure settle on top and touched his ear with his hand.
~
“I got your cover,” the figure warned, studying the roof’s entrance.
“Following subject up stairwell,” The following figure told. “Will advise. Copy.” “Copy that,” The stationary figure acknowledged , spying through the lens of his scope at the parked black SUV.
The spying sniper adjusted his scope to better his view of what looked like two men; one shielded by the truck’s door.
“We have a positive ID of Darryl Fince commander. Copy?” The spying sniper indicated, maneuvering his rifle from Darryl Fince back across the rooftop. “Oh fuck!”
“Unit two enroute to you,” The commander’s voice replied. “What’s your position?”
~ Kid Bags watched the sniper catch a glimpse of Darryl Fince, touch his ear, talk and begin his search of the rest of the roof.
“Good night,” Kid Bags whispered, watching the sniper’s head jerk back from shock of being spotted first.
Kid Bags’ one shot tore through the forehead of the spying sniper killing him instantly.
“Man down,” Kid bags uttered, into his radio.
~ Pockets reached the top floor of the garage and pushed the heavy metal door open letting it slam close on its own; he took his position in the far corner and cocked his pistol’s hammer back.
The following figure rushed to the door and halted communicating through his ear piece. His partner hadn’t returned the commander’s request and he was trying to ascertain his next order when he felt a sudden calmness overcome him.
The figure slowly turned his head to witness the pistol flash that ended his life. Pockets had stepped behind the figure aiming his gun at the back of the man’s head. The figure slowly turned his head to a perfect side shot, his body now stretched across the threshold of the door.
Pockets stepped over the figure’s body pushing the door open and adjusted his sight directly in front of himself. Nap Bags stood with a pistol to Darryl Fince’s head.
“Let’s go,” Pockets ca lled out, holding the door open while Nap Bags pushed Darryl Fince in his direction.
Nap Bags grabbed his rifle and headed to the opposite corner of the roof from his brother. Both Bag brothers took aim across the street as Pockets escorted Darryl Fince back across the Armory’s parking lot.
The Bag brothers took swift and deadly action at the sight of Unit Two moving along the roof in search of Unit One. Two muffled sounds fired off at nearly the same time stopping the two men of Unit Two. Unit Two’s bodies were sprawled out along the rooftop.
~
Pockets walked back across the parking lot with Darryl Fince slow dragging in front. “ Keep it moving!” Pockets ordered. “I should pop yo’ ass right now. I heard about you, Simon and them little boys; nasty muthafuckas.”
“We woulda’ had a ball with your little black ass,” Darryl shot back, trying to quickly tuck his head like a turtle in a failing attempt to miss Pockets’ oncoming pistol strike to his head.
“Sa y some more gay shit like dat and see if I don’t lay yo’ ass out where you stand,” Pockets warned, kicking the crouching Darryl Fince in the ass. “Walk muthafucka!”
Darryl Fince stumbled scurrying along as Pockets took notice that no one was following him this time. He peered at the roof top time and time again as he and his captive neared the entrance to the corridors. The light sounds of talk grew louder as Pockets pushed Darryl Fince in the direction of DA and his brother Adam’s conversation.
“One th ing I can assure you Mr. Fince,” DA started. “Regardless of what happens here tonight, I promise you, you’re leaving here in a body bag. Now that’s something you can take to the bank.”
DA studied the roof top detecting the assassin’s apparent confusion. “We’ll, it seems we finally have our awaited company,” Adam Fince roared, gleefully at the sight of his brother and captor nearing. “I guess we can get this show on the road now.”
“Brother for sister,” DA demanded. “Let her walk and we let him do the same.” “I’m sorry to spoil your plans of controlling this situation young man,” Adam Fince stated, with an evil smirk turning to look at Sharon. “But you’re either going to let my brother go or I’m going to order Officer Sharon Brown here to put a bullet in that bitch’s head. Your call; and you don’t have all day.”
Sharon cocked back on the pistol’s hammer forcing Dana’s head to tilt sideways as she grunted.
“Just shoot the bitch!” Ms. Williams yelled, with a growing rage. “I’m tired of all this talk!” DA gave a head nod and Pockets gave Darryl Fince a push in the back. Darryl Fince commenced walking towards his brother with slow steps as he looked backwards over his shoulder at the untrusted Pockets mean mugging him.
A single shot broke the temporary silence and caused Darryl Fince to crouch and most to jump. Everyone began looking around for the culprit and victim. No one seemed to have gotten hit until Darryl Fince’s crouch position became a sprawled out display. The back corner of his head was gushing out blood like a fountain. Nap Bags was spotted on an adjoining roof giving his one finger salute before him and Kid Bags turned their guns on the assassins.
Pockets without further hesitation drew his weapon and fired one shot directly into the mouth of Sharon, killing her instantly and knocking her backwards away from Dana. Sharon’s body smashed against the cement floor releasing her grip of the pistol she held.
The pistol slid in the direction of Adam Fince who rushed to retrieve it. Dana ducked her head low and took off running zig zag down the stairs in the direction of Pockets.
Ms. Williams started squeezing off shots of her own in the direction of the fleeing Dana, DA and Pockets as she covered Adam Fince’s maneuver to grab Sharon’s gun.
“You killed my daughter you son of a bitch!” Ms. Williams screamed, continuing to fire off shots. Pockets returned fire covering Dana’s escape. DA leaned behind the flower pot grabbing his shoulder. A bullet from Ms. Williams’ gun found its mark there.
Dana made it into the arms of Pockets who in one fluid motion spent her behind the cement flower pot next to DA, leaned in kissing her deep and passionately. Pockets pulled his knife from his pocket, cut Dana’s hands free and pulled his lips from hers beginning to recite his love for her.
“ Will you two knock it off? This ain’t the time or place for dat’ shit,” DA yelled, observing the assassins on the roof engaging in their own fire fight against the Bag brothers and the others.
Dana took a moment to glance at DA and give him a hug.
“DA you bleeding!” Dana yelled, checking her brother’s arm. “It’s okay baby girl,” DA returned, quickly hugging his baby sister and peeking out to see Ms. Williams and Adam Fince escaping through the building. “It just ripped the flesh a little. C’mon we have to catch those two!”
DA face showed the expression of death’s executioner as he took off after the fleeing duo. Pockets handed Dana a gun as the two caught up to DA entering the building in pursuit.
“Oooooh,” Dana growled, in stride. “I hope I get dis’ bitch.”
~
“You witnessing this shit?” Mike asked, peering through the binoculars. The Bag brothers, Crafty, Bearilla, Ronald, Brazy, Mayhem, Fingers and Bloodstone had taken the fight to the roof mounted assassins.
“Yeah,” Elliot answered, tugging Belinda’s shoulder. “And I’ll be damn if Fince is getting away.”
DA’s group approached from two directions forcing some of the assassins to jump from
the roof to ground level.
“Y’all go help DA and them,” Mike ordered. “I’m going to join in the gun battle.” The gun battle was a fierce one that lasted several minutes. Mike’s ground level entrance attack from behind allowed the group an
opportunity to dismount the roof and crush the assassins’ stance.
~ DA, Dana and Pockets stayed close to the hallways walls as they peeked in every room they passed with guns ready. Ms. Williams and Adam Fince seemingly vanished from sight upon entering the building. The trio knew they were lurking someone near. Their jog became a slow walk as they visually inspected everything in their path. They made it to the end of the hallway with no sighting of the fleeing pair.
Pockets quick peek around the corner of the hallway was greeted with three quick shots in sequence. The first shot nearly ripping through his face.
“Dat bitch! Dat bitch!” Pockets screamed , tucking his head firmly against the wall. “We gotta whoop her ass first.”
~ “They’re closing in fast,” Adam Fince spoke, nearly out of breath and bent over with his palms resting his arms on his knees. “We won’t make it without stalling them.”
Ms. Williams fired a few more shots off. Her gun began clicking; it was empty. Adam Fince realized her gun had no more bullets and stuck his own pistol out the door way squeezing off shots.
“I have a fresh clip,” Adam Fince conveyed. “I’ll hold them off while you get to the car. Blow the horn once you make it. I’ll be there momentarily.”
Ms. Williams kissed Adam Fince ’s lips and headed for the exit that was located twenty feet away. She disappeared through the door and Adam Fince fired more shots down the hallway.
“Your identity is known son,” Adam Fince yelled out. “You’re getting the death penalty for this.” “How?” DA blurted. “Neither one of y’all making it out of here alive. Whose gon’ know?” Adam Fince made a soft backwards peddle towards the exit while he and DA communicated. The horn sounded off and Adam Fince’s gun blazed again as he ran for the exit.
The crew noticed the sudden quietness from Adam Fince after the horn blowing. Pockets peeked around the corner again.
“Aghh! These muthafuckas getting away,” Pockets screamed, heading around the corner and down the hall. “C’mon!”
DA, Dana and Pockets made it outside just in time to see Ms. Williams screeching the tires of the Mercedes Benz away and towards the exit.
“Fuck!” DA yelled, pulling his cell phone from his pocket as he watched the Benz speeding through the exit.
Dana and Pockets fired shot after shot at speeding vehicle unable to halt its getaway. The Benz was making a left turn out of the exit when its rear panel was smacked hard, nearly head on by a black Suburban truck.
“Ooooh Shit!” the crew murmured, in unison as they began running towards the accident. The Suburban slammed on its brakes screeching to a stop while the Benz went spinning towards the sidewalk. Ms. Williams and Adam Fince were incoherent as they both bobbed around in their seat. The Benz ended up crashing its opposite rear side panel into the corner of an old brick building; the Benz was disabled.
Elliot and Belinda emerged from the undamaged black Suburban making a bee line for the Benz. Before DA, Dana and Pockets could get there Elliot and Belinda had shattered both driver and passenger windows, forcibly removing both occupants with choke holds.
The beat down that Adam Fince and Ms. Williams were receiving was visually stimulating to the oncoming trio. They could hear the repetition of lines being spoken by both Belinda and Elliot as they pounded away bare fisted on the faces of Adam Fince and Ms. Williams.
“This is for trying to kill me bitch!” Belinda yelled, continuously as she continued to punch Ms. Williams in the face. “This is for trying to kill me bitch!”
“This is for my woman!” Elliot screamed, punching Adam Fince as hard as he could, repeatedly in the ribs and face. “This is for my boy!”
DA, Dana and Pockets rested at the crash site. Neither one uttered a word of interruption. It was like it was telepathically agreed upon; ‘let ‘em put some work in.’
The rest of DA’s team showed up at the beat down sight and gathered around the scene. DA gave Crafty and Bearilla a head nod, and the two began to pull Elliot and Belinda off their victims.
“Baby Girl you wanna finish this bitch off,” DA asked, cocking his pistol and glancing over at Adam Fince.
Dana walked over to the barely recognizable Ms. Williams who had started her whining pleas. Dana was deaf to every word she spoke as she ejected her clip to check it before slapping it back in. She had almost a full clip.
“To hell with the record books,” Elliot
murmured, pulling his pistol and firing off shots as he walked to a standing position over Adam Fince’s body.
The crew looked on as Elliot emptied his gun into the body of Adam Fince who was now dead for sure.
“That’s for my little man who you had beaten and left in the park with his raped mother,” Elliot spoke, calmly eyeing the lifeless body of Adam Fince. “You dead son of a bitch.”
DA and the crew turned their attention back to Dana who again was focusing on Ms. Williams. Ms. Williams began her begging immediately.
“Please don’t kill me!” Ms. Williams mumbled, nearly out of breath. “I can help you run this city. You can do whatever you want. Just let me help you DA. You can be the man just like your father wanted for you. I can guide you there DA.”
“Bitch!” Dana yelled, snatching the rifle from Mike’s hands, pulling the clip out and ejecting the chambered round. “The only one being guided around here is you. I’m finna’ guide yo’ ass to the other side; slow and painfully.”
A final plea of ‘Noo o!’ was heard from Ms. Williams. Dana’s barrage of rifle butt blows to Ms. Williams’ head and body muffled her screams.
Belinda rejoined the attack with her own rifle butt pounding away on Ms. Williams’ disfigured face and body. The two women beat Ms. Williams for several minutes until she had visibly stopped breathing as they crew watched on.
Belinda squatted checking with two fingers to the bloody neck of Ms. Williams and returned her gaze with a look of certainty as she stood, nodding her head in confirmation of death. Ms. Williams was gone. Dana finalized the motion sending two shells from a pistol into the skull of Ms. Williams.
“Now she’s confirmed dead!” Dana declared. The crew looked in one another eyes
momentarily and began loading up into their trucks. They drove away with a sense of
accomplishment. They had truly renewed justice.