Page 64 of Warrant
“Sure thing.”
“Can we go fucking kill people already?” Butcher muttered.
Chuckling, I nodded. “Demo?” I’d already sheathed my knife. Now I adjusted the rifle that’d been hanging on my shoulder by a sling so that it was ready to go once I went through the door.
Demo nodded, put a hand on the door handle, and looked back at me, waiting.
A short jerk of my chin had him throwing the door open and I went through, ready to shoot the first motherfucker I saw. I almost instantly got my wish. The others streamed in behind me, Demo bringing up the rear, and as soon as I went left there was another door. This one, I kicked in and two men lookedup, startled at the interruption. Two shots rang out loud in the building. Two assholes dropped. It was a glorious start.
In the back, where we were, it had been partitioned off into rooms. Some were offices, some were sleeping quarters, kitchens, bathrooms. We moved through, searching.
At one point, Pyre ended up in front of me and went through a door to our right. Bullets pounded through the makeshift walls, forcing me to dive to the side.
“Shit!” I scrambled out of the way, looking around and seeing that my brothers had done the same. “Pyre!” I barked. There was too much gunfire going on for him to hear me.
Army crawling across the floor as rounds blasted past above my head, I made my way to the door. I poked my head around the door frame, eyes searching, and found Pyre tucked behind a desk. His grin said it all, ‘isn’t this great’. Crazy fucker.
I adjusted my rifle and continued crawling up to the next doorway. I leaned to the side, nestling the butt of the weapon into my shoulder, then rolled slightly to get a view around the doorframe.Pop. Pop.I fired two shots into the thigh of the asshole that was sending rounds through the wall above Pyre.
“Move!” I shouted. He was up and firing through the doorway. With him moving I rocked back onto my knees and jumped up, following behind. For good measure I put two more rounds into the man that was clutching his leg, this time in his chest.
Now the fight belonged to us. I wasn’t getting pinned behind another wall or desk. We moved past the walls of the office area into the open bays where the trucks and equipment were. They were pinned down from where the Austin crew was engaging them. This was great.
Pyre and I had emerged on their flank and they were totally exposed. We opened fire and charged straight into their side, taking out four of the bastards and pressing our attack directlyinto them. With these four down we had them cornered. Or so I thought.
I ran up to the side of a tractor, taking cover behind a giant six-foot-high tire when something landed on top of me. It turned out to be a gorilla sized man trying to shove a screwdriver into my skull. Where the fuck had he come from?
Both of my hands instantly went to his wrist while my eyes crossed watching the tip of the screwdriver dance in front of my nose. How the hell was a simple tool so much more menacing than a knife? Seriously, this thing was scaring the hell out of me.
I tried to twist his wrist away but the fucker was bigger than even Demo. There was no moving his arms. I rolled onto my back and felt a hard metallic pain in the small of my back. Right! I slid my left leg under my ass, kicked my right leg out for stability, then pushed with my left leg, we rolled just enough to throw him off balance for the second I needed. I dropped my right arm, grabbed the pistol from the holster at my back and brought it around to unload the mag into his gut just as he was making an overhand swing for my skull.
He looked so annoyed as the screwdriver fell out of his hand, like he never got to kill someone with a screwdriver and I took that from him. I almost felt bad, you know, aside from the fact that it was my skull he was trying to stick it in.
A set of meaty paws grabbed my shoulders and hauled me to my feet. “Quit fucking around!” Butcher said. “Take this!”
‘This’ was Jared. He shoved the boy into my arms.
“Whoa! What are you doing? You’re supposed to get him out of here.”
“I’m not done killing. You get him out of here.” He didn’t stick around to argue, he turned around and ran toward the corner where the rest of the enemy crew was.
I looked at Jared. “Well…you ready to get out of here?”
Thankfully the kid knew who Butcher was—the Austin crew and their families had attended some of the Tucson guys’ weddings—so even though I’d never met Jared, he didn’t fight being handed over to me.
A hail of bullets scattered over our heads, causing both of us to duck. “Yeah, I’m good!” he said with an urgent nod.
It wasn’t that I was disappointed, I was happy to have the kid safe. It was just such a dick move, and so typical of Butcher. I should have expected as much.
I put my hand on his shoulder and pushed him in front of me so I could steer him away from the shooting. I wanted my body between him and the bullets. I kept my hand on his shoulder so I could push him where I needed him to be, moving him back the way we came, the way I knew to be safe.
We went back through the office rooms, over the bodies and out the door into the parking lot. I thought, by the sounds of the gun fire dying down that things were winding down and we were home free. The rifle butt to the side of my head told me I was wrong. Pain shot through my brain so bright and hot that my vision wavered.
“You’re not taking the kid, fucker!”
I stumbled back and tried to regain my footing. I was seeing triple right now and trying not to fall over. This douchebag must’ve been hiding behind the door, probably snuck out like a coward when the shooting started, and saw his opportunity to snatch Jared back.
At least that was what I was hoping was the case. Otherwise there were three of him and I wasn’t in any condition to go three on one. I brought my arms up in time to block a blow from something he was swinging. Not a rifle, something red. A fire extinguisher. It was big, metal and it hurt. Blocking it with my forearms barely helped.
