Johnny had followed his target to what was evidently a staging area.
“Kill them all. No time for subtly.” Karen had said.
“Get as many brothers as you can.” Johnny said to Clay. “Enough for a huge raid. We’re at war, brother, with our own damned country.” Johnny then told Clay his plan.
Clay thought Johnny was joking at first, but the tone of his voice, the urgency, that told him otherwise.
“Get the biggest weapons you have. We’ve got some bad people to take down.”
“We’ll see you in a minute.” Clay hung up.
Clay turned up with about ten or so bikers. All armed. Apparently it had been a struggle to stop Angus coming along. That’s all he needed, Johnny said to himself, for Angus, full of some patriotic pride, to get himself killed.
“You ready?” Johnny called. The men replied positively.
Johnny led them into the building.
Johnny was not ready for the chaos that ensued. No words could do it justice.
Thirteen men raided the building (the ten plus Johnny, Clay and Terry) – in it were half a dozen men and women in suits, sitting around a conference table. There were also about fifteen PMC soldiers.
The noise was deafening and, within five minutes the air was so thick with gun smoke – and smoke from grenades – that it was almost impossible to see. The building was also in danger of severe structural damage – Johnny worried that it’d fall on them all.
But, fifteen minutes later they’d taken down all the bad guys. Johnny, absolutely drenched with sweat and liquid from the building’s sprinkler system (which had given up early on in the gun fight), turned to Clay. Both men had sustained damage, and Terry could hardly walk.
The look on Terry's face was half physical pain, have emotional; They had lost seven men, but surprise had been in their favor.
And even better then that? They had one of them alive.
Karen and her contact spoke to the survivor. Her contact – a well built man with dark hair - did most of the interrogation. From what Johnny saw, he did not, in any way, envy the recipient of the man’s questioning.
“Who the hell is that?” Johnny asked Karen.
“Former Navy Seal, and DIA infiltrator. He’s now a mercenary. He’s my link to Iosef - that Russian who took the guns. They worked together years ago. He also knew my former boss well.”
“I don’t want to f*ck with him.”
Karen shook her head. “He’s been doing some of the hits I couldn’t get you three to do. He’s a master at stealth, an expert shooter and a very skilled martial arist."
“So he’s Judd Parker?!”
“Not quite… But sort of. Name’s Marc, not that I should be telling you that.”
Johnny shook his head. I bet that's not even his real name.
Marc appeared. He was done interrogating the man – who now lay unconscious. The man hadn't even broke a sweat and looked as calm as a Buddhist monk.
Then Niko, as per Karen’s orders, appeared.
“We’re not done yet.” He told Johnny.
Of course not, the biker thought.
There was three more left. Johnny, Karen and her mysterious friend had found out from one of the bad guys how many were in City Hall. The man didn’t, however, know where all of them were.
Luis found one, identical to the others. There was a flat panel on the side which Luis knocked accidentally.
It opened and he took a second to realize what he was looking at.
A countdown timer.
0 0 : 0 1 : 0 6
0 0 : 0 1 : 0 5
0 0 : 0 1 : 0 4
Luis cursed and told Karen what he saw.
“Get out of there now.”
Luis ran at the exit door and jumped shoulder first into it. The door refused to open and he bounced off, pain shooting up his shoulder and landed on his back.
What the hell!?
Luis sighed and looked at the window – jump out there and run.
Run where though, he asked himself. The bomb could be out there for all he knew.
Then he remembered. He shook his head and turned back.
Even from Purgatory they heard the explosion. It was feint, but they heard it.
“What the f*ck did they make those out of?” Johnny asked.
Niko shrugged. “A sh*t-load of C4? Something bigger we don’t know about? I don’t know.”
Niko shook his head. “Let’s hope he got out.”
“What if he didn’t?”
“Then Let’s hope Karen’s got a plan ‘B’.”
Luis fell onto the tracks, jarring his shoulder as he did so.
A noise sounded from behind him and at first Luis thought it was an echo of the explosion but it wasn’t. He looked behind.
Luis rolled to his side and avoided the train by inches. He had to grab onto the other track to prevent him from being sucked under. He prayed there wasn’t one coming the other way.
There wasn’t. He stood and saw the Hakuchous. Two of them were trashed – hit by a train probably. He grabbed the remaining one and accelerated up the tunnel.
It took him a minute to notice the fuel meter dropping fast. In about ten seconds he was going to run out of fuel.
He looked down to see the tear in the gas tank.
Luis saw the train ahead as he was catching up to it.
He stared at it.
Could he really?
F*ck it, why not?
Luis squeezed every last drop out of the tank and pulled level with the train. The bike began slowing, the fuel gauge empty. He looked ahead and saw another train coming.
What bad luck.
Luis took a deep breath and jumped, pulling himself in between the carriages. The bike toppled and fell. A second later the oncoming train hit it. The bike didn’t explode though, it just shattered like a glass beaker.
Luis hurried into the train.
“We can’t wait any longer.” Johnny said. Niko nodded.
Luis phoned Johnny’s phone. “It’s Luis, bro!”
“He’s alive!” Johnny said to Niko.
“Hell yes I am. I’m on my way. I’ll be with you in a minute.”
Johnny frowned. “Wait a minute. Are you riding a train?”
“No… I’m f*cking driving one.” Luis looked down at the throttle control – at max. The passengers were screaming and Luis’s .44 was enough to keep the driver from stopping him. “See you in five.”
Johnny put his phone in his pocket. “He’s stolen a train.”
Niko almost choked.
Luis slammed on the brakes and the train dramatically slowed. He could feel the carriage rock as it fought for control.
“We aint gonna stop in time, you crazy b*stard!” The drive shouted. He turned to the passengers. “Get to the back of the train.”
Luis wasn’t stupid. He ran with them.
The train had slowed but it also derailed. The carriage scraped against the wall, then bounced back and mounted the platform. Fortunately it had slowed enough that it hit the first pillar and stopped.
Johnny spoke to Clay. “I know it’s a lot to ask, but get every last brother you can. Call in whatever favor, I don’t care. Get every last motherf*cking member of The Lost over to Columbus Avenue.”
“F*ck, Johnny, this is some crazy sh*t going on.”
“You’re telling me!”
“Ok man, I’ll get everyone. I think I can do one better too.” Johnny heard Clay call the President of the ‘New’ Alderney chapter. “See you soon, Johnny-boy. Brothers for life.”
“Lost forever.” Johnny hung up
Luis picked himself off the floor and, covered in dust, ran for the exit, ignoring the pain and the limp in his leg.
When he reached the helipad, he looked like he had been in a war. He’d stolen a car – a Rhapsody – and power-slid into the wall, barely even bothering to break.
“Are you sure you can still fly?” Niko, wearing the combat gear, asked.
“Enough bro, I’m alright.”
Johnny handed Luis his gear.
“We all good to go?” Luis asked putting on his combat gear
The three men boarded the Golden Buzzard.