We'll Kill For Justice (Ended)

Sean Phoenix

“Do you want to leave?” Becky asked.

It was a simple enough question, but it took me a surprisingly long time to answer.

“I can’t leave now. Not when I’ve come this far.” I didn’t look to see Becky’s reaction. Instead, I moved my back from the wall and dug into my jacket for my cell phone. I was a little surprised that Andy hadn’t called yet to let me know what was going on. Before I started getting worried, I remembered Oscar was injured and Charles was still with her. With that in mind, I started dialling another number.

“Who are you calling?” asked Becky.

“The department,” I answered. “They need to know what’s happened. With any luck they’ll be able to clean up this mess before it turns up on tomorrow morning’s news.” That was all we needed. If any of the other criminal gangs in the city caught wind of what happened tonight, they’d get confident enough to do the exact same thing. Worst case scenario, all our blood, sweat and tears would amount to nothing and we’d end up as either fugitives or as dead bodies dumped in the river. There was no way in hell I was going to let that happen.

We needed a plan; a solid, full-proof, well thought-out one that covered all the bases. Without it, we wouldn't even make it past the morning.

Tyler

Right as I was about to answer Con, my phone started to vibrate. He looked down at me with a funny look and I smile back. Reaching in my pocket and pulling ou tmy phone, I looked at the caller ID. Restricted.

"Tyler." I answered. I recognized the voice immediately, it was Andy.

"Hey Tyler. This is Andy. Yeah, yeah I'm sorry. Look, we'll be back in the morning. Yeah, you too. Is Becky alright? Alright. I'm going to sleep now. G'night" and then a click to tell me that she hung up.

For a second I just stared at the phone, she knew everything I was going to ask. Shaking my head, I turned to Con.

"That was Andy. She won't be back till the morning."

"Where is she?" He questioned.

"That part I don't know." I said with a sigh. "Come on, let's go talk to Sean and see what we do from here." Con sent me a smile and a nod. When we walked back from behind the van, there was Becky and Sean. Sean was on the phone and Becky was watching him intently.

After Sean hung up, Con and me walked over. "Okay two things Sean: One: What now? and Two: Just got a call from Andy. She won't be back till morning."

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I'm sorry for missing the call part Musica, for some reason my mind skipped over that part

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Hope this is okay guys!

Sean Phoenix

“Good,” I answered, pocketing my phone. “I just spoke to the department. They‘re already on their way to the house to clean up the mess. Lucky for us this went down in the middle of the night so half the neighbourhood were either asleep or out. Plus the houses are so far apart from each other that even if they were at home and wake they wouldn’t be able to hear the gunshots.”

“That’s good news,” said Tyler. “The last thing we need in this situation is a panicked neighbourhood.”

I nodded in agreement. “In the meantime we’ve been told to sit tight here until Andy and Charles come back.”

“And when they do come back, what then?” asked Con.

“We carry on with our assignment like nothing’s happened.” I answered simply. “If the 9-0 or any of other gang in this city see’s that this attack has weakened us, they’ll see it as an opportunity to come back and finish the job.”

“Alright then,” said Becky, taking a deep breath before looking around the motel corridor, “since we’re going to be here for a while I think we should try and keep as much of a low profile as possible. Keep your guns and badges on hand but hidden. We don’t want to attract any attention. Not till we work out our next move to locate our mark.”

“There’s just one problem,” said Con, tilting his head to our door. “How are we planning on moving that dead body?”

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It's okay July, I don't mind. ^^

Andrea

Andy stirred when Charles shook her awake a few hours later. The first few rays of the sun were creeping through the window, and she could hear her former caretaker moving about in the kitchen below. She shook her head, partially musing that he'd always been one to wake up early and partially trying to shake the sleep from her mind.

Charles handed her a cup of coffee, saying,"Amos said you didn't drink tea. It's your turn to guard Oscar." She nodded and smiled, the sleep finally seeping from her mind. She finished drinking the coffee and went down to the kitchen where she found Amos making breakfast.
"We'll need to leave soon, Amos." The doctor sighed and said,"You always were irrational and rushed." Then, looking up in the direction of the room, he said,"He shouldn't make any sudden movements. That bullet wound will rip open in a second if he does."

Andy nodded, listening carefully. She went out to find Charles sprawled on the sofa she'd occupied earlier, and Oscar sleeping slightly fitfully in the room.She sighed and settled down to watch him. A while later, Amos came up, holding a box. "I kept these, just in case." He opened it and passed it to her. It contained the two automatics that she was used to using when she'd still been called 'Wildcard'.
"But these - "
"You may need them sooner than you think. Keep them. I know you haven't forgotten your skills."
She shook her head and said,"I left that life behind a long time ago."
"And yet, here we are. Keep them."

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I'm thinking he does the whole "sudden movement" thing - to protect Becky. XD
Cliche, I know, but it just feels like she needs a wake-up call about him or something. I also edited her history a bit.

Becky

"The Troupe will get it," I answered Con's question, "they're pretty good at cleaning up our messes." The second part of the sentence was bitter, and I stared at the empty gun in my hands. How many shots had I fired. How many people were dead?

A long silence passed between everyone, or maybe I was only blanking out conversation, where I stared at the saftey on the Sauer. It was kind of a joke, putting something called a saftey on a gun. It wasn't safe at all.

Too many people dead. Oscar dead. Countless others by a bullet I had just casually thrown through the air.

My phone rang suddenly, and I pulled it out, holding it numbly to my ear. "Yes?"

"Becky, you sound awful, it's James," The familiar voice sent relief through me. A quick vision of him delievering the latest mission breif flickered through my mind.

I held a finger up to everyone as a signal to wait, then steped out of the room, "What do you need?"

"I have some information for you about your target. I was tipped off that he gets his guns from a place in Montana called Breechers. I have the number for the place and the adress. I think you could start there on your hunt. I'll tell you if I find anything else."

"What's the adress?" I asked, then listened as a phone number and adress were read off to me. I nearly ran back into the room to write everything down.

"Anything else?" I asked, aware everyone was listening.

"That's it. Good luck, Scout. I know we can count on you." I thanked him, and then he hung up, leaving me to the questioning stares of the gang.

Sean Phoenix

“That was James,” said Becky as she hung up. “He’s been tipped off on a location where our target usually gets his guns from.”

“Where is it?” I asked.

“In Montana,” she answered. “Some place called -”

“Breechers,” I nodded at the familiarity of the name. The rest of the gang threw me confused looks so I elaborated. “The 9-0 used to buy guns from there until they got a better deal with the Russian Mafia.” I turned to Becky and added, “Frank, the eighty-year-old who runs the joint, is currently in the back-pocket of the Montana gang ‘MK Skullz‘, but he still sells top quality triggers to other gang members if they can prove they live outside of the area.”

“That explains why our target would buy from him,” said Becky, mulling over the information I’d just given her.

“So what’s the plan?” Tyler asked. “Do we all go and check it out, or …”

“I‘m not sure,” I said honestly. “Frank may be old but he’s one heck of a smart ass. He might know who we are as soon as we walk into his store.” I started thinking back to the time I went Oscar came back from Breechers. Mitch had sent him there to pick up some supplies for a bank robbery back when the 9-0 was its customer. I remembered hearing him talk about a small motel directly opposite the gun store where he ended up having to stay the night because of bad weather.

“There’s a small hotel on the same street of Breechers. If we decide not to actually go into the store, we could just get a room there and have a stake-out. Our target is bound to show up sooner or later. At least that way, when he does show up, we’ll be ready for him.”

Becky’s silence told me she was weighing both options in her head. “Let’s just sit tight for now and wait for Andy and Charles to get back. Once they‘re here we can make the decision together.”

Tyler

“Let’s just sit tight for now and wait for Andy and Charles to get back. Once they‘re here we can make the decision together.” Becky stated.

Everyone in the group nodded, including me. We had a plan and I now felt like something in me was satisfied. Looking around at the group, I took note of everyone's scratches and bruises. I let my eye's flicker from face to face. They all reflected different emotions; some anger, some confusion and other's were a mixture of everything.

For a while we stood there, letting the silence of the night occupy our minds. We were lost in our own thoughts. The silence was suddenly shattered by Con.

"Why don't we get some rest? We've all had a long day." Con suggested.

"Sounds good. I'll keep watch." I offered with a small grin. "Plus, you guy need your beauty sleep anyways." I added lightheartedly.

Andrea

The old man had been too persuasive. Andy pocketed the guns and went down to wake Charles. He shot up at her touch, saying,"Where'd you go?"
"I'm right here. Relax Charles. It's just me." He looked up and blinked,"Andy? What is it?" "We need to go." she said, pointing out the window. "We've got company."

Just then, Amos came in. "You need to hurry Andrea! I'll stall them at the door."
She looked around, horror and worry crossing her face. "No Amos! You must come with us! What if-" "Míhã, this is no time for 'what if's'. I promise I'll be fine. Go, take her Charles." "No!" she said, struggling against her friend's grip. "Please Amos." "Shh. Quiet míhã, or they'll hear you. Go. They won't harm me, I promise. It's you they're after."
Andy looked at him, and a single tear tracked its way down her cheek. She rubbed it away impatiently. She looked up at Charles who was standing behind her. "Let's go Andy. You know he's right. We need to leave, like you said."

Hesitantly, Andy followed Charles upstairs. They slung Oscar across their backs, as earlier and left through the back door as the doorbell rang. "Hurry", whispered Charles urgently. They placed Oscar between them as earlier, Charles revved the engine, and they left.

Becky

I took Tyler's advice, and walked into an empty bedroom. Blissful sleep overtook me. I was too tierd to lay thinking about everything. That night, I wanted to sleep.

*****

Gentle hands shook me. I pulled the covers over my head, then felt them being pulled at.

"Are we really going to turn this into a strength compeition?" Sean challenged, and I could hear the grin in his voice; "They're all back."

I streched, and pulled off the covers, aware I was still wearing full clothing. "Awesome."

"And, Beck," Sean was suddenly grim, "Oscar is with them. He survived."

The name stopped my heart, the news froze my mind. I was suddenly a statue, paused where I had been climbing off the bed.

Every emotion rushed through me. Every emotion but relief.

"I shot him," My mind suddenly only fathomed facts. Nothing else made sense. Raw memories. Facts. What part of my memories were dreams? I suddenly wasn't so sure.

I gripped the edges of the sheets. Running the fabric through my fingers. That made sense. I could feel the pain of where I knew I'd been scratched at hit. Pain made sense. Physical pain.

"How?" I looked at Sean, looking for comfort in his soft eyes. I didn't want him to see my fear. Fear of the unsure.

"Andy and Charles took him to someone she knew." I couldn't tell what Sean thought of that. I felt a sudden wall between us that hadn't been there for a long time.

Is anyone going to post?

I'll post tomorrow.

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Apologies for the late post!

Sean Phoenix

I looked into Becky’s eyes and for the first time saw something resembling fear. A million and one thoughts swarmed around inside my head. I wanted to tell her that everything was going to be okay, that we’d figure something out but I couldn’t. There was no time for reassurance or kind words. We were in trouble. And not just because of Oscar.

I put out my hand for Becky to take and she took it without question. As I helped her up, I could still see her struggling to come to terms with what I’d just told her. And she hadn’t even heard the worst part yet.

“We need to get out of here.” I told her, before we left the room.

Her expression turned to confusion. “Why? What’s happened?”

“Andy and Charles were targeted while they were getting Oscar treated,” I answered, wiping a frustrated hand down my face. “They managed to escape before the attackers could get to them.”

“Jesus!” Becky exclaimed. She was slowly beginning to realise the gravity of the situation we were now in.

“We need to figure out our next move before we go back out there to the rest of the team,” I told her.

Becky nodded in agreement. “We’re obviously not safe in this city anymore,” she said. She started pacing up and down the room, her head lowered as she tried to come up with an idea. Suddenly, she stopped and looked up at me. “Montana. You said something about there being a small motel opposite that gun store Breechers. We might as well head there. Its out of the city and it‘s where our target might show up. If we go there, we‘re basically killing two birds with one stone.”

“Right,” I agreed, before opening the door. “Let’s go tell the team.”

I think this is kind of dying. I'm going to end this chapter in the storybook here, and if you want we might pick it up with part two in a little while. This seems like a good ending point anyway.

Becky

I held the phone close to my ear.

"Obviously you all need further training," the words of the Troupe leader burned my ears, "even you, Scout, I'm disapointed. All of you are going to be seperated and brought across the world for training. The targets are getting smarter and tougher; you guys aren't."

"You're splitting us up?" I couldn't imagine a team that had been built for four years suddenly collpsing.

"I'm afraid so. I'll call the others with their assignments, but I'm going to fulfil a long time wish of yours. I'm sending you to a military training base. We'll build up your fighting there, and get you trained to be a better leader. In a while's time, maybe we'll re-unite you all. Until then-"

"What about Oscar?" This wasn't happening. He couldn't split us up. We'd worked so hard together.

"I have nothing more to say to you, Becky. You have three days to get to the military base located in Deleware. If you're not there, we'll consider that you've quit. Best of wishes, and I will see you in a few days."

The phone line hung dead, and I walked towards the window. Everything I knew was ending. And like so many other times, I was again starting over.

I decided I was going to make a home at square one, because I was there more than anywhere else.

I'm sad

Can we start part two at Andy busting her assignment and coming to pick up the others? In a highly armoured car she picked up at the military base?