The Lost MC chapter seven:
"Like a shot from Aurora"*
We were driving at breakneck speed thru Alderney to help Tommy, who fell in some troubles. Heavy traffic didn’t promote any rides especially those on the back of the bike. Johnny was riding so fast that Angus couldn’t catch up with him. Hexer’s six cylinder block was giving a lot more horsepower than smaller Zombie’s engine. I was holding Johnny in his wrist so tightly that I almost squeezed his guts out. We had to get there before end of Tommy’s ammunition or life. We didn’t know what troubles our brother fell into or what or who threatened him. We only knew that he begs for help and it should be sudden.
We got to the place after an hour. It took us so long to got there that we weren’t sure if there whould be someone that needs help yet. We couldn’t hear any noises, but we decided to go there. We left our bikes at the entrance and we started to run to the higher levels of the multistory carpark. Finally we got to the highest level and stopped. Tommy, thanks god, was still alive and was hiding behind silver Declasse Merit on our right. His bike was lying nearby. Four deadbeats hid behind green Vapid Bobcat on our left. One of them saw us and yelled:
“More lost f*ckers.”
Tommy looked at us and in the same moment caught a bullet in the stomach. He fell on the ground behind the car.
“Tommy”, I yelled, but Johnny grabbed my sleeve and pulled me behind the nearest car, and that was red Blista Compact.
Deadbeats saw that Tommy won’t be posing a threat anymore, so they started to shoot at us. Their bullets were crashing windshields and were ripping thin Blista’s body. Our hideout was lousy, but first there wasn’t any other and second we already were hiding there, so coming out wouldn’t be smart.
“You got a gun?”, Johnny asked me pulling his pistol from under the jacket.
“Of course, not. I wasn’t planning any shootouts. We only had to go to Cluckin’ Bell and to the Kennel. Beside I’m still on those f*cking doc’s painkilllers. The world around me is still whirling.”
“Take my gun, maybe you hit someone anyway”, he said putting his weapon in my hands “I’ve got sawn-off.”
He took it and checked if it’s loaded. Two 12 gauge bullets were sitting in there places. We could start fighting with those bit*hes from AoD. We began to shoot slowly destroying the Bobcat. First Johnny’s shot triggered the pickup’s alarm, which distracted a liitle those suckers.
“This fight doesn’t have any sense”, I said trying to hide better behind the car. “Unless you have the pipebombs.”
“No, I don’t have them. I used all of them”, he explained putting new bullets to the two barrels of the sawn-off shotgun.
He leaned out and shot two bullets at deadbeats’ hideout crashing Bobcat’s front windshield, which shrapnels fell on the AoD members.
“Johhny, Ralph’s right. We can shoot at each others to the end of the world”, Angus yelled trying to overshout deadbeats’ shots “Call Billy. He should send us some backup.”
“I don’t know if we have time for this. We’ll shoot every damn bullet before they’ll get there”, Johnny explained putting some more bullets into the barrels. “We have to kill them.”
One of the Angels, who was bigger f*ckhead than the others or was totally stupid, leaned out from behind the Bobcat trying to aim at us. Johnny shot without aiming and hit him right in the head. Huge number of lead balls hit in the deadbeat’s face like a train ripping his flesh and crushing his bones. Biker fell on the ground like a bag of potatoes. Then it was 3 on 3, at least we thought that until we heard police sirens. Somebody must called the pigs, who came here to check the situation. The siren was getting louder and the Police Cruiser drove on the highest level of the carpark. Driving cop had to take the route leading in opposite direction, because the car appeared on the other side of the parking.
“Oh, f*ck”, Johnny yelled hiding behind the car “We’re getting out of here.”
“What about Tommy?, I asked “You gonna leave him here?”
Cop car stopped, but pigs were still sitting inside. Nobody with at least one working brain cell would leave the car to meet six armed bikers. The cops were trying to stop us by giving commands from the car.
“Freeze. This is Alderney State Police. Drop your weapons and come here with your hands up.”
They received some bullets from AoDs hiding behind the Bobcat as an answer. They got shot in the rear door, trunk lid and sirens. There weren’t any human casualties. Yet.
“Deadbeats are fighting with the pigs now. Let’s get out of here before backup will come. Tommy’s dead. You can’t help him now”, Johnny yelled rushing from the ground. “And if he’s still living, pigs will catch him and put in the hospital.”
“I won’t leave him here”, I answered “If you wanna run, go.”
Johnny almost got to the ramp leading to lower levels when Black Rebla drove on it. It stopped right behind us and four original looking men got out. Everyone of them was holding Assault Rifle ready to action by his leg.
“F*ck, russians. We’re f*cked up”, I yelled looking on the unexpected visitors “Johnny come back here.”
Johnny stopped and he didn’t know is it better to shoot at them or run. He didn’t want to leave his brothers, but possibility of meeting fire from four Assault Rifles wouldn’t be pleasent either. Russians without saying anything came to us and looked at our jackets. They looked at our logo and spoke something in their language.
“Where is Mr. Rafferty?”, one of them asked in english with some strange accent.
“One of them is lying there, behind the car”, Johnny said still standing on the ramp.
Russians looked at the Merit, where Tommy was lying, at the Bobcat with three AoDs and at the Cop Car, in which two cops were trying to call backup. When they examined the situation, they pushed us from behind the car and took our positions. We ran to Johnny and watched the whole show from safe distance. Russians aimed at the green pickup and shot at it few bursts. Car began to change into a sieve and after a while flame appeared in the rear whell arches. When deadbeats saw this, they started to rush away from the car. Lust for life was stronger than hate for the cops. Pigs sitting in their car almost pissed their pants when they saw three deadbeats running to them. Their faces were looking like they were making quick choice between pulling shotguns and blowing some pellets into the welcoming comitee or changing to reverse gear and escaping from ths place.
The next bursts were destined directly for the cop car. Pigs sitting inside died in one minute from shower of the bullets just like one of the deadbeats that didn’t hid behind the car. Two of them, that were still alive, were really f*cked up now , because bullets were ripping cop car like a paper. Burning Bobcat ended his miserable life and exploaded covering the ground with burning pieces. Shock wave that occured during the explosion pushed cop car a little. One of the deadbeats was trying to take advantage of the situation and started to rush to the exit ramp. Noise of his hobnailed shoes knocking on the tarmac was ended by the burts from Assault Rifle. Biker cut in the knees fell on the ground. He was trying to crawl to the exit, but next burst ended his hopes for happy ending. The last of the deadbeats hid behind the cop car was still counting on the on some miracle, even if it would be bunch of Noose cops coming to the carpark.
He was straining his hearing wanting to hear even the littlest sign of some chance to escape, even the litllest bit of noise. That kind of sound was dry crackling of firing pin. He tensed all his muscles and he was ready to rush to the ramp. He was sitting behind the car like a tightened spring ready to jump out in any second. Next sound he heard was knock made by empty clips falling on the parking ground. He thought that was the best moment for doing anything and he jumped out from behind the car. When he was in the middle of the way, noise of slide during reloading came to his dirty ears. He understood that thing he had done was stupid and that is the end. Pupils of his eyes became big as plates, when he felt very strong pain in the chest. He fell on his knees and finally on the face. Russians lowered their assault rifles and came to us.
“It’s all right”, russian made a statement. “Check your friend, because we have to escape.”
Guy got an accent like he was swallowing razors. R-r-r like a sawmill saw. I thought that russians were speaking this way only in the cheap movies, but after I heard it looked like it was happening also in reality.
I ran to Tommy and I knelt down next to him.
“Are you alive?”
“Ralph. You came to help me?”, Tommy was barely talking. It looked like big pain was coming with every word.
“Don’t say anything”, I silenced him. “We’ll get you to the hospital.”
One of the russians came to help me and we got Tommy from the ground. We based him on our shoulders and led him to the russians’ car. One of them opened the back door, but before we put Tommy there russian commanding this team came to us and lifted Tommy’s head. He looked at it and said with dissaproval in his voice.
“It’s not him.”
“What do you mean by not him? Maybe you’re thinking about his older brother – Kevin, but we don’t know where he is”, I said holding Tommy all the time.
“He was suppose to meet with us here, but we were late, because of stupid traffic jam”, he said with his razor accent.
“Who are you guys anyway? I know that you’re russians, but I would like to know something more”, Johnny joined the conversation.
“My name is not important. It won’t tell you anything, so I won’t intorduce myself. I work for Mr. Petrovic. That’s all you need to know.”
“You gotta name?” , Johnny asked trying to examine our saviors.
“E...okay. Yuri”, russian said. “Put your friend on the seat. We’ll get him to the hospital, before he’ll bleed out.”
Russian saw my uncertainty and looked at seat made from bright leather. He waved his hand to show me that I shouldn’t care about the seat and showed with his head that I should put Tommy inside. We sat him in the middle of the backseat. Russian that was carried Tommy with me sat on the left side.
“You want to go with him?”, Yuri asked. “Sit in the back.”
I sat on the leather seat next to wounded Tommy who nearly lost his consciousness, because of pain and blood lose. He was trying to stop the bleeding by keeping the wound with his hand, but it made rather lousy dressing. Blood flowed thru his numb fingers dripping on his khaki colored pants and bright seat.
“You have to find my brother”, he said so quietly that I almost didn’t hear him. “Everything will be allright.”
“Don’t say anything Tommy. You have to live. We’ll get you to the hospital.”
Yuri sat on the front passenger seat and the third russian sat on the driver seat. The rest started to go to lower levels where our bikes were parked. Yuri told the last russian to ride with my brothers.
Driver turn the keys and the engine started to run. We could ride to the hospital. Black Rebla and two bikes jumped out from the parking and turned right to the Westdyke Memorial Hospital. The cop cars were coming from the station placed not far from the carpark. We were lucky, because they were lazy and didn’t see us when we were dissapearing behind the corner. Lack of answer from the cops still sitting in the car on the top level worried them, so they came, but now it was a little too late.
We got to the hospital and the driver stopped the car.
“Иди с ним. Помоги ему”, Yuri said to his man that was sitting in the back.
He told him to help me, or at least I thought that, because russian language is quite similair to language I had known from my house and that was polish. My parents escape from the Poland in 1979 and had settled in Alderney.
I and the russian got off from the car and took Tommy with us.
“We’re waiting for you”, Yuri said. Once in english to me and secondly in russian to his man.
We approached the glass door, which opened with pneumatic hiss. We got inside marking our way with spots of blood dripping from Tommy’s wound. Since he lost his consiousness I had to stem his blood lose, bit I wan’t very good at it. We approached the reception desk, where we scared nurse with our arrival. When she went back to normal she yelled:
“Quick. Give some litter here. We got wounded man here. Gunshot wound. Big lose of blood”
After a second nurse with litter and doctor appeared. They took care of our wounded friend. I was looking at litter with Tommy dissapearing behind the door, when russian went to the exit. I stopped looking and left the hospital. Rebla and two bikes were still standing in front of the hospital. Russian, which rode with Johnny was sitting on the backseat of the Rebla and talk with his friends. Man that was helping me took his old place in the car. I came to the front door of the car and asked Yuri.
“What do you mean what now? If we can’t meet with Mr. Rafferty, we will meet with you boss. You got someone like that?”
“As a motorcycle club we have a president. You can speak with him.”
“Okay”, he said. “Lead on.”
I came to the bikes and sat behind Johnny.
“We can go”, I said and Johnny started the engine.
Two bikes and black Rebla were riding thru Alderney. Acter was getting closer with kilometers reeled on the wheels of our vehicles.
*For those who don't understand the title of my story, here's some explanation: Aurora is a russian cruiser and a symbol of russian revolution, because shot from one of vessel's cannons was sign to attack Winter Palace at Saint Petersburg and sign to start the revolution. It happened at 7th November 1917 at 21.40.