Ch. 44
"Damien's dead?" Prim asked in shock. Her lips trembled and she dashed forward engulfing Rory in a hug. "H—How?"
"We got hit," Rory said. After the library had been hit, all that was left of their people were Prim, Rory, and Damien. Now there were only two left. "If he moved then he was dead. He stayed in the car."
Prim sniffled and buried her head in Rory's shirt as he felt his throat tighten and tears well in his eyes.
"Sixty-six of us. That's how many of u are left," Sam said as he and his lieutenants met. "We'll need the Kingdom. They got used to our hit and runs."
"Ezekiel is gonna need a reason. He knows wars coming but he wants to avoid it. That's why he sent us to start hitting the Saviors," Darrius said.
"Just sending us to die so he can sweep up later," Merle scoffed. "Bullshit."
"Hey," Sam said, "He took me in, got me better. Show some respect."
"He sent you out to die. He gave you what, five guys?" Merle laughed. "No way you and the others would have made it if you hadn't recruited more."
"Shut up Merle," Abraham said.
"It's the truth. You think this King 'll care if Sam dies? He sent Sam out to die, to fight and make the war easier for him. Hell—"
"We're not talking about this!" Sam said, no room for argument left in his voice. "Focus on the task at hand."
"And what's that Paddy?" Merle asked.
"An attack. We're gonna hit the Saviors. For every man we lose, they lose five," Sam grinned darkly. "Only question is where?"
"The Armory," Darrius said immediately. "Those machine guns will help us. They gotta have a lot of ammo too."
"Security?" Sam asked.
"Over two dozen Saviors probably," Darrius said. "More than that?"
"It'd be a tough fight," Abraham said. "How'd we even it out?"
Sam thought for a second and glanced at the map, his eyes glancing between the Kingdom and The Armory.
"How many men does Gavin usually take with him?" Sam asked Darrius
"Dozen or so," he replied.
Sam glanced at the road that was highlighted between the Kingdom and the outpost and then grinned.
"Abraham, we still got those suppressors?"
Rain poured over Sam, enveloping him in a wet cloak as he stared down at the road. A thin piece of cloth covered his mouth and nose, while a hood went over his face. He had never bothered with a disguise before seeing as he never faced anyone that the Kingdom came in contact with, therefore no danger being present if someone had seen and reported what he looked like. But now, as he and his men lined up on the sides of the highway, a large tree blocking the path, Sam felt a bit nervous.
Ezekiel had been kind to him, brought him in, fed and clothed him. In return Sam waged war for him, promising not to let it spill onto the King's doorstep. Now, he was risking that promise, all for the promise of some more weapons.
The Saviors pulled up and stopped shy of the giant log. There was yelling and swearing, but eventually, the group began chopping at the log. As they chopped Sam began to grow more and more nervous. If it went wrong then Ezekiel would be dragged into the war, The Saviors would siege the Kingdom, and Sam would be in deep shit.
As the Saviors finished clearing the log Sam whistled loudly, the five-note whistle he had made his groups trademark. Do, Do, Do, Doooooo, Daaaaa!
The Saviors shifted nervously and raised their gun.
"I knew it was a trap!" A long-haired Savior shouted as he raised his gun and scanned the woods. Sam whistled sharply and a round was sent into the man dropping his lifeless corpse to the ground.
"Put the guns down!" Sam shouted. "Put 'em down and we won't kill any more of you!"
Gavin strode forward and glanced around, his vision obscured by the rain and thick woods. "Why should we believe you?"
"You're still breathing," Sam shouted back. "Put the guns down Gavin."
He shifted uncomfortably and nodded. He looked at his men and told them to drop their rifles. Sam let out another sharp whistle and men came in from behind Gavin's group and grabbed the weapons while patting them down for any hidden firearms.
One of Sam's men gave a thumb up and Sam broke from cover and approached the Saviors.
"Right. You," he said pointing at a Savior, "you, you, and you. Hands out." They did so and were promptly cuffed and dragged off. "Right, the rest of you, yeah, are going to take me back to your base."
"Why would we do that?" Gavin asked.
"Merle," Sam said.
The one-armed man raised his pistol and fired a round into a Saviors hear. Gavin flinched and other Saviors backed up as blood began to leak from the man's head. "That's why. Now unless anyone else, wants to get a bullet to the head, I suggest you all start cooperating!"
Gavin nodded, staring at the body and glancing around at Sam's men. "Those four we took, that's our insurance that you all do what we say. We do this, and everything goes smooth, no one else has to die. You have your men at your outpost try and kill me, those four men die."
"What makes you think I'd care," Gavin asked his eyes shifting from the body on the ground to the four men that.
Sam smiled and walked toward Gavin, his face still concealed. "I'm betting that you'll let us in and keep your men from killing us because you care about your men. Don't you? I mean, ever since Merle shot that guy, you've been staring at him."
"Who are you?" Gavin asked.
"A killer," he smiled. "And you're gonna let me into your base, and let me walk out of there with whatever I want, or else my men and I, are going to wipe yours out."
Gavin stared at Sam and tried to weigh his options. His men were now kneeling with their hands placed on their heads.
"Clocks ticking," Sam smiled. "Tell me you answer, or I'll shoot more of your men."
Gavin turned to Sam and sighed.
AN: Okay! This is short and a cliffhanger! BUUUUUUTTTTTTT! I have important news! The reason I haven't been so active lately is because I've been editing a book I've been writing for six years and it is now avaliable on Amazon if you want to check it out! It is called The Old World be me Edward Clyde! Please check it out! ~Pacco1
