"Are you sure this is where they
are?" Antonio asked Jude as they ducked down behind a dumpster.
"Yeah. They're doing a stake out." answered Jude.
Antonio, Jude, and Alana stayed hidden
in a dimly lit neighborhood. They watched Detective Weir and his
partner sitting in a car watching a house at the end of the block.
The house was a mess. Its front yard was littered with junk. Broken
toys and beer bottles sat side by side, along with ripped open trash bags
and cigarette butts. Paint on the house was peeling off and a few of
the windows were partially boarded up. The other houses on the block looked
similar. It was hard to believe that people actually live on the homes. Mos of the people there were meth heads. Antonio knew this
because he had either delivered drugs there or had someone else do
the dirty work.
Now Antonio was there not to sell
drugs, but to kill a detective. Over the past few weeks Jude, Alana and
himself had planned everything out. They used their contacts and
found out exactly where the detective would be. The old, battered
neighborhood, crippled with drug and gang violence was the perfect
place. If something happened to the detective, there would be a
million suspects. Investigators wouldn't know where to start in that
neighborhood.
“You shouldn't be here.” Antonio
told his daughter.
“I'm not letting you do this alone.”
Alana told him, ducked down beside Jude. “Besides, this was my idea
too. I should be here.”
“She's right.” said Jude
“Stay out of this, Jude.” Antonio
warned.
“She wants to be a part of this.”
Jude reminded him. “Hell, she planned most of it. If this is the
life style she wants to live, she gotta get used to this shit.”
Alana gave her dad a reassuring look
and reached across Jude and gave her father's hand a squeeze. Jude
was right. Alana had to get used to this, used to death. The club was
her family and unfortunately this is what they did. They looked out for
each other, even if it meant killing someone else.
“I'm safe with you dad.” Alana told
him, releasing his hand. “This is for my Aunt, your sister.” she
reminded Antonio.
“Lets do this.” Jude said placing a
silencer on his gun. “Remember, his partner lives.” he told
them pulling down his mask.
“You stay here and keep a look out.”
Antonio told Alana as he readied his gun and pulled his mask down
also. “ The rest of the club is a few blocks back. If something
goes wrong, run. Go to them.” he told her.
Jude and Antonio quietly crept towards the car. Detective Weir and his partner was so busy watching the meth house they never even saw the approaching two. Jude and Antonio hoped over fences and used old broken down cars to shield themselves from the detective's view. They had almost made it up to the tail end of the detectives car when the sound of screeching wheels filled their ears.
Antonio spun around, no longer concerned about the detectives. A car with its headlights off sped towards them. It nearly clipped the edge of the dumpster Alana was hiding behind, but missed it only by the grace of God. The speeding car only came to a stop when it slammed hard into the detectives car.
Detective Weir's car skidded out into the intersection of the block. Its back end was a complete loss. The other car was totaled as well. However, inside both cars there was movement.
"Hey!" Detective Weir yelled out. "Are you okay?" he asked his partner.
Suddenly the other car's occupant, a hooded man, stepped out of the car. Slightly wobbling from the impact, he reached behind his back and pulled out an tech-9. Before Antonio knew what was happening the man began firing at the detectives. Detective Weir pushed his partner out of the car through the passenger door. They both hid on the other side of their destroyed car.
From down the street another car, this one with its headlights on sped onto the block. Several people jumped out and also began firing at the detective's car. Sirens could be heard coming from all directions as the shoot out got worse, and Antonio, Jude, and Alana were trapped in the center of it.
(To Be Continued)
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