Today we continue with part two of book 4. Hope you enjoy!
As the Manhattan skyline came into view, the Champions could see hundreds of thick gray smoke clouds rising into the air as they raced towards the city. Mr. Smith was at the controls of the modified Blackhawk and Simon who was seated beside him motioned to the Champions to put on their headsets.
“I’m sorry to have to do this to you, but it seems that the world decided to fall apart apparently with absolute disregard for our training schedule” Mr. Smith spoke calmly into the microphone. “This little trip is strictly going to be trial by fire and by the looks of things there will be a lot of them. Shailan is the only one among the eight of you that has any tactical training. If you find you are pinned down someplace, you don’t want to be looking to him for possible extraction options. Now on the bright side, I don’t think anyone saw this shitake mushroom storm coming, and I believe that the main criminal threats are not going to be part of today’s mayhem, they will be too busy protecting their own. What we will be up against is a whole bunch of angry, pissed off and scared people. Some of them will be good, some not so much. Our goal today is to protect the good ones. Your suits are made from a hybrid Kevlar and Lycra material and are virtually bullet proof. Your heads, on the other hand, are not, so use common sense considering that today you are going in unarmed. On that point note this, if you see a deadbeat point a gun at you, he will more than likely try to kill you. Disarm, disable or otherwise debilitate the threat if you can, if you can’t, run. This isn’t any sort of tournament where the person with the most points wins, this is life and death.”
The eight Champions continued to listen as outside the helicopter windows the images of burning police cars and looted stores continued to waft by. People ran in every direction, some looking for a safe place to weather the chaos, others running headfirst into creating it.
We are touching down in Times Square. I’ve paired you up so never lose sight of your partner. Each of the four teams will head a different direction from the chopper. Brajjit and Shailan, you two head north. Travour and Jonni you’re heading south. Reisha and Briiana, you two head west, and Iurasia and Analia, you’re headed east. I repeat the objective is to stop those who are putting the good citizens of New York in harm’s way. You will not be able to stop the all the chaos today put you will be able to save more than a few lives. Simon and I will patrol from the air and inform you of any hotspots to either avoid or infiltrate. Good luck and most importantly stay alive. It looks like Dylan may need your help sooner rather than later, I have a feeling this is exactly the kind of massive breakdown that our enemies have been waiting for.”
Mr. Smith touched the Blackhawk down, “Go do some good and I will see you back here in three hours. It is best we put a time limit on your first…” his words were cut short as the distinctive metallic sound of bullets bouncing off the helicopter startled the team. “Go! Now!”
Each of the Champions jumped out and hit the ground running in their assigned directions as the Mr. Smith lifted the chopper skyward.
Travour and Jonni jumped through the broken window of a looted bakery and slid behind the counter. Travour peered around the corner of the counter straining to locate the shooter.
“There,” Jonni said under his breath as he pointed to a group of people hiding behind a bus that had flipped on its side.
“Okay, what’s the plan?” Travour asked as he looked a Jonni.
“Well, it’s kind of my first day too. I was hoping you might have one.” Jonni replied while never taking his eyes of the bus. “Maybe we should…”
Jonni looked on in horror and awe as Travour ran directly at the group of men from behind carrying a parking meter that had been pulled from its footing. By the time the five men noticed the hulking man racing towards them, it was already too late. Travour raised the parking meter over his head and swung it around in a circular motion that reminded Jonni of a movie he had watched where a Viking had done the same thing with a battle ax. The force with which the metal hit the man with the gun’s head caused an instant result. He went limp immediately, blood freely flowing down his forehead. Travour turned and swung the meter at two more men hitting the first and causing him to stumble into the man beside him, and they both slammed into the roof of the bus knocking them unconscious. Inside of the bus, he heard the screams of the terrified passengers.
Jonni was already running over to help when he noticed that one of the two remaining men had begun to reach for the gun that lay on the ground beside the man who felt Travour’s first blow. As the man reached for the gun, Jonni’s foot slammed down on the man’s forearm, breaking it in two. He looked up as he clutched his broken arm and saw Jonni’s foot for only a brief second as it came hurtling down onto his face.
Travour turned to the fifth man and scowled at him. The man turned and ran. Travour reached down to pick up the gun and looked at the man who used to own it. “That is for shooting at my friends and me. Here Jonni, hold on to this, we may as well keep it off the streets, right? And thanks for having my back.”
“Anytime” Jonni replied smiling at Travour, “You know you are nuts right?”
“Hmmpf. Let’s go get the people out of the bus” Travour shrugged.
(To be continued…)
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