Today we continue with part eight of book 4. Hope you enjoy!
As the city fell Patrick O’Grady and his partner Joey drove their armored car down 12th Avenue. It was midafternoon when the news came over the company radio in the form of a frantic demand from the dispatcher to report to the repository immediately. The two partners had nearly finished their route for the day and started to make their way towards the company’s main holding facility.
“What do you think will happen when we get there?” asked Joey.
Patrick shrugged his shoulders and muttered to his partner, “Well, probably all the bigwigs will grab all the money the company picked up today and head for the hills.”
Joey laughed a nervous laugh and turned to his partner, “Pretty sure are checks are going to bounce this week too.”
An uncomfortable silence hung in the cab of the armored vehicle until a voice from the back of the truck interrupted it.
“Well, if we are going to get screwed we may as well cover our expenses don’t you think?” the third member of the team said.
“Hey just because you are two weeks from retirement and your pension has gone up in smoke that is no reason to go all rogue on us” Patrick yelled into the rear compartment.
David Mulder had been with the company for nearly a decade and before that had worked for all of the big four armored car companies and had seen it all. He was caustic, jaded and cynical on a good day and this wasn’t one of them.
“I’m just saying, we put our butts on the line every day for management and in the end I agree with Joey, they are probably going to hang us out to dry. I haven’t spent my whole life looking over my shoulder collecting other people’s money to be left penniless in my golden years. It isn’t right” David lashed out at his partners.
Joey and Patrick looked at each other as they continued to roll towards the repository. “Dave isn’t wrong you know,” Joey said quietly.
“I know… but if we do this there is no turning back. And we don’t even have a plan” Patrick responded.
“I have had a plan for the last 15 years” David’s voice rang from the rear, “so have a lot of my buddies from the other companies. If we are going to do this, you need to take a right on West 34th Street.”
With nothing left to say Patrick turned the armored car onto West 34th.
The Hassenpfeffer sat on a rickety fire escape outside an abandoned tenement building across from the warehouse peering through the darkness at the armed guards surrounding the building. He had counted 21 armored cars entering the building and 100 guards, it was 1 am but thanks to his creator he could see as clearly as if it was the middle of the afternoon. Satisfied that he had all his recon accurate, Has called the Professor.
“Well, Has my boy I guess it is time to send in the psychos. You have done an excellent job. Remember, I am only able to create the directive and make it the sole thing their twisted little minds can concentrate on. They will all be hell bent on taking that warehouse and returning the money inside to me but will do so using their methods. Be careful and sit back and enjoy the show. Only get involved if one of your new family members is in trouble” the Professor warned the Hassenpfeffer.
She couldn’t understand why but Lady Tarragon found herself on the roof of a gas station on 34th looking through the scope of her sniper rifle. She counted six targets on the roof and ten at the front of the building. Knowing she only had 15 bullets in her clip, she trained her sights on the roof first and started to drop her targets. One by one they fell until she no longer cared why she was killing them she just enjoyed it. The guards on the roof were taken care of, and she lowered her line of sight to the targets at the front of the building who had begun to scramble for cover.
One peeked out from behind a dumpster, and his skull exploded. Another behind a car popped his head up to try to gauge where the shots were coming from and felt his face shatter as he dropped. One by one they fell in a pool of blood until only one remained. Lady T pulled the trigger and heard nothing but a click. She knew her fun had come to an end but continued to look through her scope at the last remaining guard and watched him fall; a throwing star lodged deep in his cranium.
Eighty-four left the Hassenpfeffer tallied.
The Hooligan ran across the street to the right of the building. He had to take care of the tossers; he knew that and nothing else. One, two, three, four, five, six fell as the Hooligan unleashed a fury of his customized throwing stars. Now he was up close and personal with his prey and pulled his Kali sticks from his belt. The sound of bones fracturing and the screams of pain from the guards he hit filled the night air. Eight more had fallen before a shot rang out. As the Hooligan turned the corner at the back of the building, he came face to face with Mike who had a puzzled look on his face. Behind him were a pile of bodies, most of whom had become the victims of the bloody chain wrapped around his fist, the last a bullet to the head.
Together they took out the remaining guards at the left side of the building.
Sixty-two left the Hassenpfeffer tallied. Perimeter secure.
Lady Tarragon put down her rifle and opened the long bag beside her. Her second favorite weapon came into view. She had nicknamed it the party crasher. She raised the RPG to her shoulder and with a loud evil laugh launched a rocket at the front door obliterating it and several people inside the warehouse.
Forty –one left the Hassenpfeffer tallied. Entrance gained.
Suzy pouted as she accessed the building’s HVAC system on the roof. She was sad that she wouldn’t be able to seduce her victims before she killed them. She enjoyed the power. Manipulating the simple guards would have been so easy, but this time there were too many. As she poured her poison into the cooling fluid of the HVAC system, she managed a small smile knowing that the majority of the guards who would die as they ingested her concoction through the air they breathed inside were men. She didn’t know why she was there, but she knew she wanted them dead.
Twenty-three left the Hassenpfeffer tallied.
Karl turned onto 34th and slammed the pedal of his recently pilfered eighteen-wheeler down. Why he had to drive it through the recently obliterated front doors of the building he didn’t know, he just knew he had to. The truck smashed through and came to a stop in the middle of the warehouse among a collection of overturned armored cars and dead guards.
Seventeen left the Hassenpfeffer tallied.
Karl stepped down from the truck and began to swing his hammer at whoever was still standing. Suzy, Mike, the Hooligan, Lady T joined him and reveled in disposing of the remaining guards.
Patrick O’Grady knew that it had been a bad idea. He also knew that it would probably not end well, but he never imagined that it would end with his last memory being the fear he felt as he watched a sledgehammer bearing down on his head.
Zero left the Hassenpfeffer tallied.
As the Villains stood and surveyed the carnage, the Professor, Dr. Zu and the Hassenpfeffer calmly walked into the building and ordered them to take all of the cash from the armored trucks and load it in the trailer of the eighteen wheeler.
“Thank you, everyone. You are now free to go about your putrid sadistic lives. I will activate you again when I need you. Have a beautiful day.” The Professor smirked as the truck backed out onto the street and drove off.
(To be continued…)
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