Chapter 10,
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10.30 a.m,
Fiona picked up the radio. "Sam, something is going on. Hold until I say."
She recognized when men were getting into firing positions, she spoke into the radio again. "Sam go now, the's only Michael and one other downstairs, the rest are in the bedrooms. Be quick."
She tucked the rifle butt into her shoulder and flicked the switch that operated the laser assist. She didn't want the men rushing downstairs she wanted them occupied and ignoring any sounds coming from below.
"Upstairs windows." She told Seymour's bodyguard, he nodded and gave her a smile. This is what he enjoyed about working for Seymour, yesterday he had been serving drinks at a private party attended by the elite of Miami's underworld. Today he was helping to storm a house full of armed men. He settled into position and they both opened fire.
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When Pete had ordered all the men upstairs Michael had his first twinge of doubt, he hoped his friends were far enough back or very well dug in. He had not expected Pete to re-act the way he had. The seemed to be something almost personal in his attacks, but Michael was sure he had never seen the man before. He could hear gunfire now, some of it coming from outside. A movement in the kitchen caught his attention, his eyes widened as he spotted Sam Axe sneak through the door, following on his heels came Seymour. Only his years of training and experience stopped him choking when Seymour held a finger up to his lips and made a shhing motion.
Honey had noticed Michael's surprised expression and had been on the point of turning round when Sam grabbed her, holding her tight against his body and with a hand over her mouth. "Seymour!" He hissed.
Instead of helping him secure the woman, the arms dealer was going towards Mike. Seymour turned, realizing his mistake he reached Sam in a couple of strides. A big grin on his face. "Sorry man, just wanted to get Mike free. You know, an extra pair of hands." At least he kept his voice down. Sam thought, rolling his eyes.
"We need to tie her up. Get out the cable ties and duct tape." He patiently explained.
They had the girl secured, just as the firing from upstairs stopped. Sam turned towards the stairs, his rifle ready to return fire. Seymour finally got to cut through Michael's bonds, with his hands free Michael snatched a rifle off Seymour, and then told him to shut up and watch the girl and the wounded. Akwardly getting to his feet, Michael limped over to join his friend. Seymour watched him cross the room, barely able to put any weight on one leg. Then he turned his attention to his guarding duties, pushing his rifle barrel into the face of a terrified Honey.
"What the hell Sam?" Michael asked, his tone verging on anger.
"Fi's idea Mikey." He excused himself. He'd had a feeling Michael wouldn't take interference in his orders well.
"And Seymour?" Michael smiled, talking through gritted teeth. Sending a look towards the man in question.
"My fault, we needed more guns and his was the first number I found." He was saved from answering any more questions by movement coming from upstairs.
They were on either side of the staircase out of sight of anyone coming down. Michael held up one hand fingers splayed apart. Five men . Sam nodded he already knew that.
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When they stopped firing, Fiona changed her aim and worked at keeping them away from the stairs, she was doing quite well until she heard the sound of rotar blades. They didn't have until mid-day, the helicopter was coming now. Before she had time to reach for the radio, it was overhead. She looked up, a man was hanging out with a rifle pointing straight at her. She dropped her gun and jumped off the pick up pushing the bodyguard away from her, she ran as fast as she could zig zagging, she hoped her companion had the same idea.
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Both Michael and Sam could hear the helicopter outside and the staccato crack of automatic fire coming from it, but neither could do anything about it, as they were busy dealing with the men upstairs.
"You thought this is a better idea than you all staying outside, and just stopping them leaving with me?" Michael snapped as he fired up the stairs.
"Take it up with Fi." Sam replied.
Hearing her name made Michael look towards the door that led outside. "Seymour! Leave the girl, get to a window see what you can do about that helicopter." He shouted. Then instead of firing up the stairs he had another idea. While Sam continued to do just that, Michael changed position and began to fire up through the ceiling into wooden floor where he hoped the men were standing.
Bullets coming up through the floor made the men retreat away from the stairs. The only sound for a few minutes was the firing from outside and a helicopter circling the property. Downstairs both Michael and Sam were changing the magazines in their rifles. Michael looked towards the nearest window, worry plain to see on his face.
"You shouldn't of come in Sam, you should of laid low and let me find out who's after me."
"Yeah, and the boss man comes in and shoots you. How does that help?" Came Sam's angry reply. He was beginning to feel unappreciated.
Michael raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth, but didn't get a chance to reply, as several shots came through the ceiling. Ducking down Michael picked a couple of wooden splinters out of his arm while waiting for a break in the firing.
"Hey Pete, you keep this up I'll move your wounded so you won't know if your gonna hit them or not and how about your niece? Aren't you worried about her?"
"You're not that much of a bastard Westen." Pete shouted back down.
"Remember, you read my file. You know exactly what I'm capable of." He bluffed. "Come down with your hands up or I'll shoot the girl." He pulled the tape off her mouth, he pushed the barrel of his gun against her side and cocked the weapon, Honey let out a scream of fear.
"Westen! stop it now." It was Quinn's voice, and by the sound of it he had no doubts about Michael's character.
"Throw your guns down the stairs, and then come down with your hands in the air one at a time." Michael ordered.
"You gonna shoot us?" Pete wanted to know.
"It's alright, I won't let him." Sam replied. Giving Michael a questioning glance.
Once they had control of the house. Seymour was given the job of watching the prisoners, which he appeared to be taking very seriously going by the way he held his rifle pointing it at each of the men in turn.
Sam insisted on wrapping Michael's ankle with a bandage, before they checked out what was happening outside. The helicopter had landed, three men were now stood next to it, one of them had hold of Fiona. She was barely able to stand as blood ran freely down her side.
"Jesus Mikey, do you know who that is?" Sam asked, he was already pushing keys on his cell phone.
"No." Michael replied, his eyes were fixed on Fiona. He forced himself to study the man Sam was staring at. "No, Who is he?"