All Eyes on Gunz 4

by Warren Holloway

  The sound of her body thumping to the floor alerted Nino, which made him look toward the door. He saw her body fall to the ground in the hall. His heart started racing not knowing what to think was happening, but he reached for his gun ready to get it popping.

  He rushed over to the doorway with his Glock 40mm in hand. He stepped out of the room with his gun out in front of him. He was ready for whatever, but he did not see Tommy in the shadows hidden in his all-black attire. What he did see were the flashes of the silenced 9mms as the slugs slammed into his body and forced him back into the bedroom.

  “Son of a bitch!” Nino let out, upon feeling the burning of his flesh from the slugs that had slammed into his chest, wounding him badly. “This nigga must not know who he’s fucking with!”

  Nino let out the adrenaline flowing that was keeping him alert. But at the same time, he wanted to kill the nigga that shot him. Tommy moved in quick down the hall and closed in on the bedroom. Nino pulled himself away from the door and backed himself into the corner by the bed. Tommy stuck his head around into the room. Nino spotted him, so he fired off rounds that slammed into the door frame, tearing chunks out of it. Tommy pulled back just in time, only to return fire after Nino was done. His slugs found their target, and he knew it when he heard Nino’s groans from the impact of the hot slugs burning his flesh.

  “I’ma kill yo bitch ass, nigga!” Nino let out in pain, still unaware of who was shooting at him.

  Suddenly, he unloaded the Glock 40mm into the wall where Tommy was standing. Debris flew everywhere as the slugs crashed into the wall and tore out chunks of drywall. Tommy heard the gun click, which signified that it was empty. In a swift motion, he popped into the room with guns out in front of him while aiming at the wounded Nino.

  “What you know about Rakman Hussein?”

  “You coming at me about this muthafucka?”

  “I owe him. I just want to know where he is. You tell me, and I walk out and let you live.”

  Nino now realized the money and gift of freedom that he had gotten from Rakman had become a curse, especially since he did not listen to him and not sell drugs.

  Nino gave Tommy the same information he gave the Feds, with the addition of where his wife lived in Texas close to the Mexican border. Tommy memorized the address. He definitely wanted to kill Rakman for all of the attempts he had made on his life.

  “You’re a rat, Nino! You have to die!” Tommy Guns said, firing two silenced rounds into his face and killing him.

  Tommy turned and exited, and then made his way back to Atlanta, thinking about how he was going to track down Rakman and personally kill him.

  CHAPTER 13

  AGENT MILES PULLED up to his home in Harrisburg at 5:00 p.m. He was on his cell phone speaking with Director Davenport. He was making Agent Miles aware of all the heat he was getting from his superiors regarding the information being leaked to the media outlets.

  “Sir, I believe these men needed to be exposed for their role in the escape of Rakman Hussein. Agents like myself have been compromised in their actions.”

  “Agent Miles, I’m behind you, to an extent, as long as I don’t lose my job or life behind this.”

  They talked a few more minutes before the call ended. Mike called up Tony Ridge and briefed him on what was going on from his end. Tony now had to relay this information to the president. As he dialed the number on his cell phone, the office phone started ringing, which got his attention, so he paused to take the call.

  “Tony Ridge with Homeland Security, how can I help you?”

  “Tony, I guess you’re going to support the accusation you just received from Jason Miles. I suggest you don’t follow through or your career and life will be at stake.”

  “Who the hell do you think you are, calling and talking to me like that?”

  The phone hung up, which pissed Tony off even more. He needed to relay this info to the president. Tony made a call to his long-time friend in the Secret Service, someone he could trust since it was starting to seem like no one on the inside could be trusted.

  An hour later, Tony met up with his good friend, Mark Wallace, a forty-two-year-old agent that had seen a lot in the government, which he had been protecting for over ten years. He had a medium build and stood foot even. He was well groomed and wore a military haircut and was clean shaven.

  “Mark, how’s the president’s behavior been since the California thing?”

  “He’s been asking a lot about what they’re saying while in custody. He also asked if they had bail or if they’d be released. Why do you ask, Tony?”

  “The call I had before I came over here was with Director Davenport of the bureau. He informed me of some things I needed to relay to the president. However, another call came in and said that the president would not care about what I had to say to him and not to relay the info.”

  He continued on about the possible connections between those in California and Rakman Hussein. It all made sense; however, it sounded crazy to fresh ears finding out about this.

  “Calm down, Tony. We can figure this thing out together. We have to be smart about this.”

  Mark continued to give Tony his views and layout of how they would continue pursuing this.

  Meanwhile back in Harrisburg, Agent Miles and his family were sitting down for a soul-food dinner that Deborah had made with love.

  He was enjoying the family time after knowing that he had made his point by giving information to the media, spreading and exposing the truth of the men behind the escape of Rakman.

  “I can’t believe how our government does so much to cover up its secrets and alliances with those most would frown upon.”

  “It’s okay, honey, you did the right thing protecting and serving, as you took an oath to do so,” Deborah said, looking on at him with loving eyes.

  Agent Miles smiled when he saw the love and appreciation in her eyes and smile.

  Something made him halt the conversation as he turned his ear to the front door as if he heard something or someone outside. He knew the bureau had placed twenty-four-hour surveillance outside his home, with counter-surveillance watching them as well, just in case something went wrong as it did before.

  He put his finger up to indicate silence as he made his way to the front door to see if anything seemed out of place or worth being on alert.

  As soon as he opened the front door his heart began pounding as a wave of fear came over him upon seeing all of the agents slumped over in their vehicles in front of his house. Even the counter-surveillance truck agents were all unconscious in their vehicles. He reacted by slamming the door as he prepared to run to get his gun. However, when he turned around, he was met by two men in fatigues, holding guns to his wife’s and daughter’s heads.

  “You can kill me! Just don’t hurt my family,” Agent Miles pleaded, not realizing that these men had not come to negotiate.

  “Agent Miles, do you have someone you can call to pick up your daughter?” one of the men asked.

  Hearing this statement made him realize that he could not talk or plead his way out of the situation. He and his wife would die today. For better or for worse, this was the end. Agent Miles nervously shook his head as his eyes watered. He knew that death was just moments away.

  “My wife!” his voice broke in emotional pain. “Please leave her. She’s not the problem. I’ll suffer, not her.”

  However, these men came to do a job and terminate anyone who appeared to be a threat to expose the men behind Rakman and the agencies.

  “You should have thought about your family a long time ago. Now is not the time,” the operative said, allowing the agent’s daughter to run to him.

  As soon as she jumped into his embrace, the two operatives contained the scene and killed his wife with a silenced round. She dropped where she stood. This was followed by multiple rounds that hit Agent Miles, killing him and hitting his daughter who he was hugging. The operatives staged the house as planned before calling 911 and report
ing shots fired.

  Within minutes, multiple Harrisburg police officers were on the scene, where they found the downed agents in their vehicles, followed by the side door of Agent Miles’s home wide open. The officers radioed for backup when they saw the open door. The other officers moved in on the door with their guns out. They could see the door had been breached by force since the wood frame was cracked. Fingers rested up against the triggers as they entered with caution, only to be greeted with Agent Miles’s and his wife’s bloody bodies. The officers moved inside and saw the little girl. After one of them checked her pulse, she opened her eyes in fear.

  “She’s alive! Get a medic, stat!” the officer yelled out. “Who could do this to a child?” the officer vented, becoming emotional since he had a daughter of his own.

  “You’re going to be all right, sweetie,” a female officer said as she caressed the little girl’s hair.

  She saw that the girl also had been hit by a slug in the back. The female officer started to cry, because she had a boy and a girl of her own.

  “Don’t be scared, baby girl, you’re safe now.”

  The little girl blinked, and a tear slid down her face. It was obvious that she knew that the bad men had taken her mommy and daddy away.

  It didn’t take long for medical attention to arrive and stabilize the young girl. The Feds also came after an officer called it in. Each of the agents became emotional upon seeing the downed Agent Miles and his wife. The FBI agents took control over the scene as well as secured Miles’s daughter with multiple agents.

  “Gentlemen, we appreciate your securing this crime scene; however, due to national security, this case and scene will be taken over by the bureau,” the lead agent said to the Harrisburg Police, wanting them to keep a tight lip.

  Director Davenport was at home when he received a call informing him of the massacre of his agent and the agent’s wife. He took it hard and broke down emotionally. He then ordered the agents in Harrisburg to make the situation public, but he left out the part where they staged the house to look like it was a drug deal gone bad.

  After the call, he put his hands to his face. He wanted to emotionally escape the pain he was feeling from the abrupt loss of his agent.

  “How many more people have to be killed before the truth is exposed?” Director Davenport said to himself.

  He was angry and torn, and he wanted to get resolve without costing anyone else their life.

  CHAPTER 14

  RAKMAN MANAGED TO sneak into the country at 9:05 p.m. and make his way over to his first wife’s house in El Paso. As always she embraced his presence, since she had not seen him in some time, yet she maintained her loyalty knowing who he was and having love for him.

  “Afeni, I’m going to be around a little while this time. When I leave, we’re going back to Saudi Arabia to embrace our culture more.”

  “It sounds promising, Rakman. I just hope you come back whenever you leave this house, so we can be a family. I do enjoy seeing you every day,” she said.

  Rakman and his wife continued to bond over new information and old memories. He then made his way out to the garage where his artillery was located. His grenades, rifles, and handguns were all stored in the workshop cabinets.

  ~ ~ ~

  At 10:10 p.m. Tommy started to call all of the numbers of Nino’s crew that were provided to him by the agencies.

  “Who’s this?”

  “This is Mike, Ramon’s replacement, and Nino’s new line. We have to link up so we can get shit worked out with the product and the 2.4 he owes me and my associates. I know about you and the other nigga, Pistol.”

  “Since you’re aware, then you know he got bagged by the Feds last night.”

  “The Feds let him go for his cooperation. He no longer exists, since he was dealt with. As for your boy Dollar, the Feds killed him in a shootout.”

  “Damn, folk, they put my nigga down?” L-Geez said, thinking about Dollar not being able to get away as he did.

  “I need to get at you and your boy, Pistol, ASAP!”

  “Where do you want to meet us?”

  “I’ll come to you in Miami. I’ll fly down tonight, and we can handle BI in the morning.”

  “Say no more, folk. We here!” L-Geez said before hanging up the phone and turning to Pistol. “Aye, that nigga Nino is dead. He ratted on somebody, but this new nigga on some rich shit knows we down here and all of our names and shit. Yo, pour some of the Henny out for Dollar. The Feds killed him, the rich nigga said on the phone,” L-Geez explained, haunted by the thought of his homie being gunned down.

  Tommy Guns then hit up Tre and put him on point with him having to link up with the North Carolina niggas in his hood.

  CHAPTER 15

  AT 9:11 THE next morning in California, Governor Rendell and Senator Caine were being released after cooperating with the Feds. The press was in front of the Federal holding center awaiting their exit.

  “Here they come!” a reporter yelled out, alerting everyone as they came out. “Governor Rendell, why did they release you if you helped a known terrorist escape custody?”

  “Senator Caine! What role did you play in all of this?”

  “Governor Rendell! We lost Federal agents trying to cover up your secrets. How do you feel about this, sir?”

  Questions flew from every angle as they tried to ignore as many as of them as they could while being escorted to their awaiting vehicles.

  “I told the FBI what I knew. I didn’t sell out my country! I did the right thing to save my country!” Governor Rendell responded with anger as they rushed him to his car to make a getaway from the reporters.

  Senator Caine tried to act if he was innocent, but the reporters did not buy it. They rushed him off as well, allowing him to evade any more questions that would expose the truth even more.

  ~ ~ ~

  Ra Ra was having brunch at 10:16 in Mexico with his beautiful wife, Carmen; her Uncle Hector; and the directors of the NSA, CIA, and CTD. They were all enjoying the food, but that was not the reason that they had all gathered.

  “Gentlemen, I see you all don’t have things under control with the governor and senator. They have been exposed, and I do not want this leading back to my home,” Hector announced with a calm yet assertive power.

  “Hector, we can’t just kill them off or cut their heads off like we’re in Juarez. It is American, remember?” the CIA DO said.

  “You don’t have to do a thing. I have mi familia right here who can take care of this for us,” Hector responded, pointing at Ra Ra, who had been trained by the men at the table. He learned quickly and was already very comfortable with the all the weapons. “If you gentlemen don’t resolve this soon, it’s going to backfire. Rakman has become a great liability to what we have. I asked him to come to my country for this meeting, but he did not show. We need to figure out what to do with him and the men in your government before we can no longer contain the situation.”

  As a man of power and resources, Hector had his entire compound secured with close to three hundred loyal goons of whom he took good care. Even their families were taken care of to assure that their loyalty remained with him at all times. He also knew the agency men were backed by a great power, so he, too, was always alert in case they may one day have a change of heart when it came to ending their business relationship.

  “We could have Rakman brought in to appease the public and the Feds who want him?” the CTD DO suggested.

  “Or we could kill him and display his death publicly, so they know he is dead and could not escape or be a threat to the nation any longer!” the NSA DO spoke up.

  Ra Ra sat there eating his steak and eggs while listening to the conversations. They were all just together months ago drinking, smoking, and talking about the good life. Now the governor, senator, and Rakman were no longer in the circle of power. All three agency heads, including Hector, came to a conclusion on what needed to be done with these men. They all had to go and be erased from the face
of the earth.

  “We can’t forget about the other problem we have,” the CIA DO said.

  “How about we meet in the middle? You have your guys team up with our guys. We can handle this in a smooth and professional way,” the CTD DO suggested.

  “Ra Ra, do you want to work with their man?” Hector asked.

  “I’m in as long as money is being made. A job is a job. I need real money to do this. Just so y’all know, we’re talking about political figures.”

  “I believe $10 million to have it all secured should be more than enough for you to get this done professionally,” Hector responded, scanning the faces of his associates because they would have to partake in paying Ra Ra for the job.

  Ra Ra smiled, mentally embracing the $10 million figure in his mind. It was certainly a sum far from what he was doing in the hood back in Atlanta.

  “Mr. Smith,” the CIA DO began, “we have a bonus $5 million for another job we’ll discuss with you that needs to be secured.”

  “I’m here to get it done for the right price; and since y’all talking money, it’s going to get done,” Ra Ra said before taking another bite of his steak and eggs.

  He then processed everything that was about to take place. But he knew he was in good hands with these government muthafuckas.

  ~ ~ ~

  Tommy Guns met Raven, Tre, and his little homies at 11:00 a.m. at a Jamaican restaurant in downtown Miami. He put Tre onto the whole story with the nigga on the plane who wanted him to secure the money and product from the young niggas that worked for Nino.

  “OG Tommy Guns, that’s a lot of work, my nigga,” Tre replied.

  “We got this. They gave me his contacts too, so I’ll be good moving it.”

  “You know me and my team down here in Miami got you. We can get at this paper like the old days.”

  Tommy laughed thinking about his words.