Chapter Twenty-One
"Good afternoon boss lady." Alexa said, walking into Morgan's office. Morgan smiled at her and motioned for her to sit. Alexa did just that, taking a seat in front of the desk and Morgan stood up, walked around the desk, and sat on the front of it.
"Lots of things are going on for us right now, but still no word from Donny." Morgan said. Alexa nodded her head and Morgan looked at the ground. "Which means we don't know if Larry has been shut up."
"Do you need me to handle it?" Alexa asked. She stood up and Morgan smiled at her eagerness.
"You are probably the best weapon I have on my team Alexa. Yes, go handle Larry and then report back to me. Make sure no cop lives are taken though. Things are getting bad enough for us as it is." Morgan said. Alexa nodded her head and patted the golden pistol in her holster. She stood up and walked to the door when Morgan cleared her throat which made Alexa turn back around.
"Yeah?" Alexa asked.
"The Emma Grimes thing. Drop it. Leave it alone." Morgan ordered, walking back around to her chair. Alexa just stared at her, surprised at the command.
"She knows too much Morgan." Alexa said.
"And she will continue to learn more if you continue to go after her. Don't worry, we will handle it eventually. Eyes are on her at all time. If you go after her things will be bad for us, terrible, and terrible for you too." Morgan said, putting on reading glasses and beginning to read things on her desk.
"Understood." Alexa said through gritted teeth. She quickly left the office, getting ready to complete her newest mission.
Heath sped into a parking spot right outside the building his office was in. He quickly got out of the car and ran inside, getting into the elevator. It took its time getting him to the floor his office was on and once it dinged Heath ran out of it. He skidded across the floor, coming to a stop in front of his office where he saw Jordan with a gun pointed at some kid sitting behind his desk.
"Jordan!" Heath yelled, walking into the room. Jordan turned and pointed the gun at Heath now, who raised his hands. "Put the gun down."
"No." Jordan said firmly. Tyler looked at Heath and then at Jordan, deciding if he should risk attacking Jordan again.
"What the hell are you doing man?" Heath asked. Jordan just kept the gun aimed at Heath. He could sense Tyler start to move and immediately turned his attention back to the nineteen year old. Tyler stayed seated after that but Jordan made sure of it. He smacked Tyler across the face with his gun, causing Tyler to fall over in the chair and lie on the ground.
"No one gets it." Jordan said laughing to himself. He aimed the gun at Heath again who raised his hands, again.
"Gets what man? Talk to me?" Heath asked. Jordan just shook his head and cocked the gun now, taking a deep breath. "What happened to the scared man in City Hall?"
"Ever heard of a little thing called acting?! I was never scared of Big Reg! He may have beaten me, but I gave him the go ahead." Jordan said. "Why would he kill someone he was working with?"
"What?" Heath asked, stunned at the reveal. Jordan realized he had said too much and shut his mouth. His finger was about to pull the trigger when Tyler got back up and slammed Jordan into the ground, causing the gun to slide across the floor to Heath. He picked it up and aimed the gun at Tyler who was just standing up.
"Really man? I just saved your life." Tyler said, throwing his hands into the air. Heath's hand shook, he didn't know what to do or who to trust.
"I don't know you. And I thought I knew him." Heath said. Jordan was starting to get up now, using the wall to keep himself steady. Jordan looked at the two and just smiled.
"It's a losing battle. All of it is." Jordan said.
"What the fuck are you saying man?!" Tyler yelled at him.
"I'm gonna lose to Connor without the evidence of what he did. You two will lose against him too. But in the end, I'll still be standing. I'll still be standing." Jordan said. He grabbed Tyler and threw him at Heath, causing the two to fall into the ground. The gun dropped from Heath's hand and Jordan was right there to grab it. He aimed it down at the two and then took a deep breath.
"It's clear I won't get the evidence out of either of you. Might as well just kill you and run at this point." Jordan said.
Catherine parked Mitchell's truck in front of Steven's house. Emma and her got out at the same time and began walking to the front door, seeing the house riddled with bullet holes and the windows shattered. They looked at each other and they both put hands where their guns were. Catherine pulled out the pistol she had on her and kept it aimed at the ground for now. She pushed the door open and saw Steven sitting in the kitchen with Frank next to him.
"Jesus, you okay?" Catherine asked.
"I feel alive!" Frank shouted. Steven's face was dead serious, most likely annoyed out of all emotions.
"The officer here is on some painkillers… one too many I believe." Steven said. Emma walked over to Frank while Catherine holstered her weapon and saw the house destroyed by gunfire.
"Oh hey Emmaaaa." Frank said, almost falling out of his seat. Emma caught him and held him up. She took a chair and moved it next to him, looking him over.
"Thank you." she said to Steven, who nodded and stood up. He walked over to Catherine and caught her up to speed on things; Sarah leaving again, Tony going into hiding, and Alex's escape.
"He's coming back now?" Catherine asked, her face seeming to light up. Steven nodded and a crashing noise could be heard behind him. He turned around and saw Frank lying on the floor, trying to hit something that wasn't there in front of his face.
"He fell." Emma said with a sigh and facepalming. Steven shook his head and walked over to Frank, lifting him up and dragging him into the back bedroom. Emma followed him back there as well as Catherine.
"Its best to let him rest." Steven suggested, throwing Frank onto the bed. Frank just lied there, saying something into the pillow. Emma nodded and sat down in a chair that was in the room. Steven and Catherine left the room and he looked at her.
"What?" she asked.
"You went after them." Steven said, figuring it out somehow. Catherine squinted her eyes at him and shook him off, walking away back towards the front door. "Alex won't be happy to hear that."
"I took action into my own hands. He will deal with it." Catherine said, walking out the front door. Steven couldn't stop her as the front door slammed behind her and he sighed.
"I want Buster back." he said with a small laugh, walking to the backyard.
Carlos walked up to the house, seeing Catherine exit it. She saw him and waved but he did nothing back. He hung his head, looking at his feet as he walked ashamed of what he did. A sniper was hung over his shoulder and Carlos felt like he could feel the blood on his hands. Catherine stopped him before he could walk passed her and he looked up at her.
"What's wrong?" she asked. Carlos shook his head in response but she wasn't going to let that slide.
"I never killed anyone before this." Carlos admitted. Steven heard this from the backyard, tending to the plants he had out there.
"No one? Weren't you in a gang?" Catherine asked.
"Never killed anyone for it. The day I was going to get out Jorge tried to get me to break that rule of mine. I never wanted to see anyone die. That's why I betrayed them. Now too many people are gone and I just added to that list." Carlos said. Catherine stared at him, realizing the conflict going on inside him.
"You did the right thing though." Catherine said.
"Saved my life." Steven piped in from the back. Carlos looked back at him and shrugged.
"I still feel bad about it. Do you ever think about what those people are going through? The ones that you kill? Who depend on them for food, and a house to live in? I may be a gangster, an escaped 'convict', but I have a heart and a brain. I don't just consider them an obstacle." Carlos said, dropping the sniper. "I need to go for a walk and clear my head." He said, walking past Catherine who watched him walk away. She could hear Steven sigh and she just put her head in her hands.
"I smell a storm a brewing." Steven said to himself. "And it is a storm within."
Alex covered his head as the Sticky Bombs caused more than just the underground portion of the house to explode. Wood began to fly out everywhere and the ground was coming out from underneath him. Turns out some of the Vagos boys planted them in the house as well. A piece of furniture flew at Alex who was running for the front door. It hit him mid stride and he went flying across the house, dropping the gun in his hands.
Colton shoved Clarence through the front door where he landed on the ground. The explosion behind him caused him to go flying into the air and out of the house, wood and pieces of furniture was all around him as he flew through the air. He dropped the pistol in his hand and landed hard on the ground, sustaining no serious injuries thankfully.
Smiles was already out by the time the house had been blown up. He watched Alex go flying past the front door and saw Clarence come out of it and Colton go out through the wall. He grabbed a gun and aimed it down at Clarence, making sure he didn't run or go anywhere.
Tank and Leo were out before the others. They met Dean, Jensen, Spencer, and Sam at the cars where other Vagos boys had been waiting. Tank saw the big guy he had been set up to fight escaping from the house. The man saw Tank and smiled at him. Tank gave him a small salute and Leo was looking around making sure everyone was able to get out of there.
Alex was lying under a pile of wood, the house now on fire from the aftermath of the bombs. Half of the house was destroyed, looking as if a meteor went through a part of it. A ringing noise was present in his ear ever since he landed and he looked around. He saw someone trying to move underneath a pile of wood as well but he didn't go and help the person. Alex stood up, pushing the wood off of him and stumbled towards the front door. A piece of the roof fell in front of him and he fell backwards onto his ass.
"Lets go!" Smiles yelled out. It sounded like an echo to Alex thank to the ringing but he was able to make it out. Alex made it to the front door and fell forward as another piece of the roof blocked off that exit for anyone else still inside. Smiles grabbed Alex and helped him up, putting one of his arms over his shoulders.
"Time to go home!" Colton shouted to Alex, a smile on his face. It struck Alex that Colton didn't know about the house being burnt down, he knew nothing about Steven, or about the alliances Alex had been making.
"Let's worry about the dudes hearing first." Smiles said grinning, putting Alex into the back of one of the trucks. Leo and Tank hopped into that truck with him. Smiles took Clarence from Colton and put him into one of the black SUV's. Colton, Dean, Jensen, Sam, and Spencer hopped into another truck, sitting in the bed of it. The Vagos let out hoots, cheers, and screams as they fired their guns into the air and drove off from the burning house.
Boles looked back and saw Alex stumbling toward the exit. He knew Alex saw him struggling and wasn't surprised when he didn't help. What pissed Boles off though was that Alex and everyone in his crew got away fine. Once the underground prison was blown up, Boles hadn't seen any of his men, alive at least. He clawed his way out of the rubble and let out a grunt, making it to one of the holes in the wall. He had dirt and soot covering his face, making it look almost black. He had no weapons on him, only the black combat boots, pants, and tight black t-shirt on him. He threw his gloves into a fire seeing how they were ripped apart practically.
"I'm going to hunt those fuckers down." Boles said to himself, hearing them cheering as they drove away. He jumped through one of the holes in the wall and saw prisoners running in all directions, but he didn't care about them. It was Group A he worried about. That's what Colton and everyone else was labelled that escaped with Smiles. The guards knew them as Group A.
"That fucking Clarence too." Boles said to himself, beginning to walk through the desert, not seeing a car or regular civilian in sight. Upon meeting Clarence, Boles didn't like him. It pleased him to know that he had took Clarence's promotion. The man seemed weak to Boles, unfit to lead the prison Connor was running. Boles blamed the bond Clarence and Colton formed to why they escaped. Of course Boles wouldn't blame himself.
"Jonathan Boles, you will find that fucker and tear his throat out." he said to himself. He continued walking through the desert, hoping to find some form of transportation.
Moses sat in the back of one of his vans. It was around midnight and he had his men following Family gang patterns so he knew where to strike without getting more gang members involved. In front of his van was another van that was going to be used as a battering ram. His men were all quiet, knowing that these missions were most important, the ones where "The Reaper" came out of hiding to make sure it was down right. He looked at the gold watch on his wrist and saw it was time, a green lowrider slowly driving down the street.
The lead van began to drive out going at a high speed right off the bat. It continued to drive right into the lowrider cruising down the street. Due to the impact, the lowrider was sent flying into a tree. The tree somehow stayed up but the four men inside the lowrider didn't end up so well. The driver's face was covered in blood and he fell out of the car. The two backseat passengers were unharmed but dazed. The man in the passenger had died from the impact, his side of the car getting hit.
"The Reaper" exited his van, grabbing a Micro SMG from one of his men. He slowly walked over to the three men who were kneeling or lying on the ground. One of the men looked at him and he immediately unleashed a whole clip of ammo into his body. Blood spurted out with each bullet that entered the man's body. The second back seat passenger looked at "The Reaper" now and received the same treatment once Moses had reloaded. The driver was the last man standing, barely able to see anything thanks to the blood on his face.
"What the fuck is happening man?" he asked.
"A war in the streets my friend. I just have to be the one to initiate it." Moses told him. He filled the man's body with a clip just like the last two, a puddle of blood forming under his body. "Brand 'em." Moses ordered, handing the gun to one of his men. Moses began to walk away as some of his men pulled out irons with a dragon symbol on it, the calling card of the Triads. Each Family gang member was branded on the forehead with a dragon.
"Now we watch the streets crumble, the gangs burn, and people die." Moses said to his men, turning around to walk back to his van.