Part Three
Matt and Chastity searched the cabin, but there was no one home.
Matt shook his head, and said, "Damn…" He huffed as he dropped down into a three-seater white couch in the living room.
There was a brick fireplace that separated the cabin into two main areas—the living room and another sitting area beyond. To the right, was an open kitchen, and near-by was another room that included a Study with French Doors that opened up to a patio. There was even a hot tub. Matt wanted to try it. There was a Master bedroom on the main floor and two more bedrooms with a connecting bathroom on the second. They could be reached by a staircase near one wall.
"How was I supposed to know they weren't going to be here? Maybe they went shopping?" Matt added.
"With Sayu Yagami confided to a wheelchair due to her trauma brought on by her encounter with Mello," Chastity addressed, "they'd need a large vehicle with sizeable transport space. I didn't see one when we arrived."
"We'll just wait until they get back then," Matt replied. "We've travelled too far for this operation to be a bust! It was supposed to a simple snatch and grab."
Chastity looked introspective. "Simplicity was never your strong suit, Mail," (Matt's real name was Mail Jeevas). "If I recall the place looked unoccupied when we got here, that should've been your first clue something was off. Maybe they went back home?"
Matt looked back over the couch at her, his head upside down. "How was I supposed to know they'd leave?"
"This plan was doomed from the start."
Matt kept looking at her. "Well, while we're here…let's make the most of it." He beamed a smile. "I want to try that hot tub and we don't need suits."
"You're incorrigible! And I'm the promiscuous one?" Chastity turned, and then said, "I'm heading back to the Land Rover."
Matt righted himself and then got to his feet. He sighed. "You're leaving? Let's enjoy this place! It's been one of my fantasies to be in cabin in the woods, cuddled up under a warm blanket, my arms around my partner…"
"You have two hands."
Matt mimicked an angry cat hiss. He cupped his hips. "Why are you being so cold all of a sudden?"
Chastity looked around. "Something about this place…I have this feeling we're being watched."
Matt said, "I checked the place out. There aren't any cameras."
"I still feel we shouldn't be here. I'm leaving."
Matt extended his arm out, and said, "Hey!" But Chastity left quickly. He followed her outside to the Land Rover. "You're acting strange, Amber. What is it?"
All of sudden, a vortex of concentrated energy erupted forth, opening up an aperture of blackness coursing with electricity. It was like a rip in space and time, and a person stepped out, dressed all in black tactical gear, his face covered. He held a military type assault weapon, and the moment he was out, he opened fire.
Shot at, Matt and Chastity ran and took cover behind the Land Rover as the bullets hit the vehicle's metal siding. The front windshield shattered and one of the front tires popped, immediately deflating.
"Jesus Christ!" Matt said. "What the hell is going on?" He grabbed his Glock and gave a quick glance around the front fender, then pulled back, as a shot bounced off inches from where his head was. The intruder kept firing without restraint.
Chastity had her rifle, but she couldn't get a clear shot from the rear of the vehicle or from underneath. The intruder seemed to know just where each of them were at all times and fired at their positions.
"What do we do, Chastity?" Matt asked, a little panicky. "The guy has skill! And what the hell was they black thing he came out of?"
"Why are you asking me stupid questions? God if I know!" Chastity answered.
"Maybe he's some soldier of fortune from the future like a Terminator!"
"Don't be an idiot!" she replied.
He kept firing. Trained as a police officer, Light knew how to use all forms of tactical warfare. When Ryuk told him this pair were at the family cabin, Light quickly came up with a plan and acted upon it, gathering what he needed from multiple sources. Ryuk stealing the items he listed in secret.
Light stood out in the open, unafraid, wearing layers of tactical gear that would protect him from even assault weapons. He was fitted to the hilt and hid his identity.
"Surrender!" Light shouted. "This is private property!"
"Who the hell are you?" came a male voice, Light honed in on the front of the Land Rover just behind the front fender. "This place aint military owned!"
Light fired at the front of the Land Rover. The dirt near the front tire seemed to kick out as the man scurried away from the direction of the shots. He then saw the woman near the rear of the vehicle trying to get a shot at him with her rifle and Light fired at her. The woman quickly backed off.
"Throw out your weapons and come out!" Light ordered, waited, but there was no response. "You have to the count of five! I know who you are!"
Ryuk stood just behind Light. There was no way the Shinigami would reveal their real names to him, but there was nothing stopping him from divulging their adopted names that they took to hide from Kira—that a lot of criminals were doing these days. Ryuk said he had heard the pair use their names during his recon at the cabin.
Along with hunting for Mello, Light had also asked Ryuk to look on his family here at the cabin after the phone call he received from his mother.
That was when the Shinigami spotted the intruders and then told Light. And when Light was ready with the items he would need to defend the cabin and his family, Ryuk opened up a gateway (for Light had travelled through before when he had had visited the Shinigami Realm) that brought him to the cabin. The gateway: was an intra-dimensional opening in space and time that helped Shinigami get from locations in an instance—the same used to travel to the Human World.
"Oh, yeah? Try us!" came the same male voice. "And who are you—some guy with clairvoyance or somethin'? Like Kira?"
Light followed the voice and also kept an eye on the woman who throughout this assault hadn't said a word, but she was obviously the more clever one, deducing, planning for a way to quarter-attack—with the male acting as a distraction. Classic diversionary tactic and something Light learned in his police training.
"You can call me: The Hand of Kira, if that suits you," Light responded. "Kira told me you would be here and that you are in need of judgement."
"Oh, yeah? So why doesn't Kira do it himself. Isn't he's omnipotent?"
Light said, "Kira is a very busy deity, as you may know. He has so many people to judge, so he has others that help him find those that try to hide from his sight." He aimed his assault weapon and pinged a few bullets off the hood just as "Matt" was seemingly trying to peak over with a handgun. "You can try to run from Kira, but eventually he will find you, and judge you!"
Just then, Ryuk shouted, "Light! Watch out!"
Light instinctively ducked as a shot rang out. It came from the rear of Land Rover. However, in his haste, Light failed to heed the warning completely and a bullet struck the assault weapon Light was holding. He cried out, the bullet also coursed his glove. He dropped it, or rather it had split in half. The shot was precise.
Then more shots rang out and Light ran for cover. "Shit!" he said, survival instinct taking over. He snatched a hand gun from a thigh holster and made for tree cover.
He fired back, the sound of his handgun sending thunderous shots through the air, belting the side of the vehicle and opening up a series of holes. He aimed for the rear of the Land Rover. But then he stopped, not wishing for the gas tank to explode.
"Shit!" Light repeated. He took off his glove and looked at his hand, it was bleeding but only slightly. The bullet had hit his assault rifle strategically disabling it and hurting him. Whoever the woman was knew her way around a rifle.
Things were not going the way he had planned. He hoped to scare the intruders off his family's property going off information from Ryuk. They were intruders with malicious intent. Sayu was helpless, still bound in a wheelchair after the PTSD she suffered with her encounter with Mello. Now things had got a little awry.
Nevertheless, he still had the upper hand. He had tactical training. But he wasn't planning on defusing the situation, he planned on ending it—one way or another.
To be continued...