River and I rush on the flimsy narrow metal floored stretch.
We both start kicking doors. The fifth I SPOT two outfit members and two kill shots go into each of them.
We carry on doing this until the last door. My frustration is palpable when we find nothing and three bullets miss my feet by inches.
My bullets run out and I clip my new magazine in, spin around and shoot the bald-headed outfit member shooting at me from the bottom of the warehouse.
“Let's go down, I can spot a door on the end,” River points to the bottom on the far left of the Warehouse.
It looks like a locked door.
We run down as the bullets ricochet through the air. The place is smoking and smells of gunpowder. Our men and women fight, continuing to hold them off us two as we look for Beggar and Kylie.
River and I get downstairs and rush to the door as two outfit members come from nowhere and shoot.
I get one in my arm, the other grazes my ear.
“Fuck,” I curse on a hiss as I put two bullets in their heads.
I see River hold his leg and limp toward the door. And my relief is instant when I see it is a scratch.
He shoots both the locks and we open it.
“Beggar.” The room is dark and we can't see shit.
River uses his flash from his phone and we both rush to her. She is tied to a chair, her mouth gagged. Head limp.
But I can't make out if it is her or Kylie. The two look a lot alike.
River holds his phone in his mouth as we both start untying her body from the chair. I know it is her.
“She's too weak, we need to carry her,” River announces and I don't think about it as I lift her almost lifeless body in my arms.
I ignore the pain coming from my arm as I cradle her against my chest.
There is a million emotions running through my brain and it takes a fucking shit load of control not to lose my shit at the condition she is in. I tell myself I would feel this way about any of our women.
“Go check for Kylie, I got her,” I tell the Prez as the bullets stop.
see through the smoke. All our
slaughterhouse I don't
some of the dead men, as After tends to
death or both in a war. Today that is what
isn't here,” River yells from
“Beauty, Beauty you need to wake
Her eyes flutter open,
she croaks and moans through her words, “Kylie, where is
sound
Kylie, she isn't here, do you know where she could be? PLEASE, BABY, try and think.” I use my good hand to lightly brush
docks,” She says
repeat the info
is on his way there now,” Killer announces when he gets
move people,” River bellows and
outside I see the one thing
we gonna get her on the bike, IT'S an hour and a half to the
moves with me and produces a long strap with Velcro. And regardless of our evening
and Gizbee will meet us there and bring what she needs. She's a wanted
to her cradled in
fucking
blood painted on swollen, pale skin. Long eyelashes
this tall, skinny girl do what she is accused of? Why would she want to kill
I look at this woman that insists on calling
keep her until we get there, Gizbee will have a cage. You can take this,” Killer drops his bag on the ground and I know not to argue. My arm
to him and for some reason, I can't spare her frail body or face a last
perfect, that I wonder if
small smile creeps in as I shake my head and chase
a needle with some liquid in it and injects me in my arm, close to where I
should numb the pain 'till
he and Mercy begin strapping Beggar to Killer's front. Joining them until Beggar's legs are wrapped around Killer's top body and her
and see her stir a bit as he easily
something to her and she tucks herself tighter in his chest. The act
catch me staring and it is like I am looking at a man way older than I am, not a twenty-four-year-old brother but the Vice
After set us up so Killer is in the