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Aug 16 13 11:33 AM
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Ben Wade, Robin Longstride, Colin, and the ailing Jeff
Mitchell heard the slamming door’s echo long after Hostetler and Hando’s
footprints disappeared down the long dark corridor. They were trapped in the
football stadium’s underground storeroom.
Ben Wade released Colin and moved to the small barred window
in the basement cell. Outside, he could see light, but little else.
“Bloody brilliant,” Colin grumbled. “What the fuck do we do
“Plan B,” Wade shot back over his shoulder. “Robin, is that
kid all right?”
“Low blood sugar, probably,” Longstride replied from Mitchell’s
side, and withdrew a protein bar from his pack. “Eat this, son. You’ll feel
Jeff took the snack from the bounty hunter’s hand and tore
into the plastic hungrily. “Wouldn’t have any water, would you, mate? Or an
asprin? My head is killing me,” he grumbled through bites. “ I’ve been here for
hours. No food, no water. Bloody bastards.”
“Sure,” Robin replied, and fished in his pack for a bottle
“What’s plan B?” Colin wondered aloud.
Wade pulled out his phone, barked a quick “Charlie, we’re
stuck. Come get us,” and slipped it back in his pocket.
Suspiciously, Colin looked around to the cameras in the
room. “You know they’re watching us. How the hell do you expect to get out of
Ben Wade grinned, and moved to the back wall. “Believe me,
I’ve busted out of worse places that this one, driver.”
Guiding Mitchell to his feet, Longstride helped the young
man to the back wall. “This way son, now cover your ears.”
Looking up to the high barred window, Colin saw a figure
block the light, then move away.
“Care to join us?” Wade offered on the far side of the
cement bunker. “Or you want to get your head blown off? Charlie’s good with the
powder, but you never can tell.”
“Jesus,” Colin gasped, and rushed to crouch down with the
bounty hunters and their quarry.
A moment later, a deafening explosion erupted and the top of
the back wall crumbled, spilling daylight into the dark cell. Alarms blared over
loudspeakers and emergency lights blinked rapidly. When the dust settled, Colin
saw a young blonde man in a skull cap peer down into the rubble. “Boss, you OK?”
“Fine, Charlie,” Ben grinned. “Now get us out of here.”
A rope lowered down into the cell.
“You first, son,” Longstride insisted, and guided Jeff to
the new exit. “Can you hang on?”
“Bloody right I can,” Mitchell assured him.
Clinging to the rope, Charlie Prince pulled while Wade and
Longstride boosted Jeff’s sneakers up and out of the cell. Robin went next.
Colin watched the cameras warily, then saw shadow and
movement under the cell door. “Here they come!” he warned.
Ben Wade retrieved a second pistol from his boot and aimed
it at the door to cover their exit. “You care to join our little band, driver,
or would you rather become a permanent resident?” He asked Colin.
“I’m with you,” Colin insisted and leaped for the rope,
pulling hand over hand until he’d escaped.
The locks on the cell door clattered, but rubble barred it
from swinging open.
Once Colin was clear, Charlie Prince called, “Boss, come on!”
“All right, Charlie,” Ben Wade agreed, reached up for the
rope, and held on while the men above pulled him to safety.
Hando got off a shot through the crack in the door, but
couldn’t stop Wade’s escape for the cover fire he was taking.
“Fuck!” Hando bellowed as he watched them go.
Over the loud speakers, SID 6.8’s tinny voice laughed
ominously. “All part of the plan, skinhead.”
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Crowe Crossing MemberBen Perver
Aug 16 13 3:46 PM
then Maximus and his crew would bust in, shoot somethings, probably drop a catchphrase or to and get Cort out.
Wham, bam! "Mind our strength, you can keep the honor!" Bang, slam. "I will have my revenge. The afterlife can wait!"Pow! Pow! "Are you not entertained, bitch?"
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I think we need a program to keep all the characters straight now.
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Dino led B team, which consisted of Maximus, Captain Aubrey
and Jack Knife, through the dark tunnels of the football stadium. The plan was
to meet up with Terry’s A team at the location where the target was being held,
blow the door, and extract Mitchell to safety, leaving Cort in his place as a
decoy. But from the explosion that echoed down the long concrete hallway, it
sounded like someone had beat them to it.
Maximus and Aubrey instantly stopped and crouched in the
hallway. Dino held up a closed fist and quietly spoke into his headset.
“Downtown, this is uptown. Explosion in your quadrant. Are you all right?”
“Uptown,” Terry whispered back, “We heard it. It was bloody
close. Trying to get around to see what’s going on, but we have players on the
Looking down to the phone in his hand, Terry saw the image
of Jor-El appear. “What’s on, mate?”
Jor-El’s voice came low through the speaker phone: “Brother
Thorne, it appears that the wall of Mitchell’s cell has been breeched. He is no
longer on the premises.”
“Who has Jeff now?” John Biebe demanded at Terry’s back.
After a moment’s calculating, Jor-El replied. “It appears we
have an unknown third party involved: two men, and an outside accomplice. It
also appears that Hostetler’s driver has joined their number.”
Biebe and Cort exchanged confused glances. Terry touched his
earphone. “Uptown, JPS says Elvis has left the building. Can you see what the
hell is going on?”
“Affirmative,” Dino came back on the line. “A black Charger
just flew out of here like a bat out of hell. Looked like Jeff was inside. Can
JPS track him?”
Terry watched his screen as Jor-El shook his head.
“Negative. Uptown, extract your team and do what you can to follow.”
“What about you?” Dino asked over the crackling line.
The skinhead’s footsteps got closer, and they could hear his
spitting curses as he approached in the dark hallway.
“We’re going to try not to get killed,” Terry answered
ruefully. “Going dark.”
“Good luck,” Dino said.
“Bloody fucking hell!” Hando shouted to himself, and kicked
a piece of crumbled concrete dangerously close to where they were hiding.
“Well, we can try to run for it,” Biebe offered quietly.
“Wait,” Terry urged. “Someone’s coming.”
Thorne, Biebe and Cort crouched in the shadow as they watched
two men join Hando in the hallway.
“Report!” the older man with the graying beard demanded
“They blew the fucking wall,” Hando spat, instantly
bristling and the man’s air of authority, “Nothing else to report, whoever the
fuck you are.”
“I am Inspector Javert, and I have been assigned by M'sieur le Mayor to track and retrieve
the charge you have so carelessly let slip from your grasp.”
“Oi!” Hando cried. “I had everything under control until you
showed up, you fucking frog!”
“I see,” Javert smiled and gave a little bow. Turning to his
accomplice, he ordered, “M’sieur Kelley,
please unblock the door so I may investigate the scene.”
John Biebe felt his heart hammer in his chest as they
watched the exchange. “Come on, Terry, we gotta go.”
But Thorne shook his head no. “We’ll never get past them
without being seen.”
Together, Kelley and Hando finally got the cell door open,
and Javert stepped inside.
“Well, you brought me here to be the decoy,” Cort drawled
softly behind them. “I’ll create a distraction and you get the hell out of
“No, Padre,” Terry insisted. “We don’t leave men behind.”
Cort passed a hand through his long hair and stood from his
crouch. “I wasn’t planning on staying. You go find Brother Jeff, then come back
and get me, all right?”
“Cort, wait!” John called, but the preacher, wearing jeans,
a sweatshirt, and a pair of Jeff’s running shoes was already racing down the
Soon they hear Hando’s voice from inside. “Oi! There he
goes!” and he and Kelley took off down the hallway away from where Mitchell’s
would be rescuers were hiding.
Terry looked down to the phone. “Jor, do you have him?”
“The sensor you gave Brother Cort is transmitting,” Jor-El
replied. “Now use the opportunity the good preacher provided, and make your exit
Thorne and Biebe backed away quietly down the corridor,
until they were far enough to turn and run without being heard.
Outside the cell door, Javert stood in a shadow and watched
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