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Author's Note: I'm sorry I left y'all hanging for a while, I've just been distracted and then bogged down idea wise. But now that it's coming back to me and I've seen how popular this story is, I think it deserves to be finished. I might get it done at around the same time I finish Son of Wilde.

Chapter Eight: Gunplay

Wilde Residence

(Balls to the Wall by Accept)

Brakabrakabrakabrakabrak!

Joshua and the four other henchmen fired their MP5s at full auto, spraying bullets throughout the house. "I'm getting too old for this shit," whined Murtaugh as he dove for cover along with Riggs. Meanwhile, Nick and Judy hit the floor and crawled to the nearby closet where they kept their firearms. "You think these assholes have green cards," asked Nick jokingly.

"I'm gonna kill you Riggs," snapped Joshua, "you and the old nigger." "Now I get to kill him," said Murtaugh. "Not if I get there first," said Joshua.

Back in the closet, Judy found the gun safe and said "I was hoping we'd never need these again." "The heavy artillery might as well be family now," replied Nick, "I think maybe we should name our guns." "That's just weird, Nick," replied Judy. "So is everything else that's been going on today," said Nick as he and Judy opened it up.

Judy grabbed her Mac-10, put in a fresh clip and cocked it. Nick grabbed the MP5K, which he recently outfitted with a reflex sight for increased accuracy. "Time to party," said Nick.

Wham!

Brakabrakabrakabrakabrakabrak!

The fox and rabbit burst out of the closet firing their submachine guns, mowing down the largest intruder. Riggs saw this and grabbed the dead assailant's gun. Then all four of the cops in the house stood up and fired on the attackers, striking down the brown skinned tattooed man and the small black man.

Joshua and the other man dove behind some more furniture. "We gotta go," said Mikey, "they'll kill us both." "So what," said Joshua, "you don't know anything."

Bang!

Joshua shot Mikey in the chest with his sidearm, a Glock 17, leaving his wounded ally to his fate while he broke for it. "Oh no you don't," screamed Murtaugh, who spotted Joshua and unloaded his .38 in the man's direction. Joshua leapt out a window, onto the yard and took off. Judy, Nick, Murtaugh and Riggs all ran after him. Joshua climbed into the van parked across the street, hurriedly started the engine and took off, wanting to be alive to get his revenge.

"Shit," muttered Murtaugh, "that bastard got away again." "He should've never left San Quentin," said Riggs, "we even pumped him full of lead before hauling his ass away for good measure."

"Who was that guy," asked Judy to Murtaugh. "His name is Joshua," replied Murtaugh, "he was an ex-military guy who ended up being muscle for a heroin ring after the war ended. Real nasty piece of shit."

Happytown

Bellwether sat at her desk, watching the shootout through the spy cameras her goons set up in the neighborhood. She was not happy. "Hello Joshua," she said into the phone, "I was wondering if you could tell me what the fuck just happened!" "They've got more support than we thought," replied Joshua, "there seems to be two humans working with the police. And I happen to know that they are both bad news."

"I've got the opportunity to get about two dozen more of your kind," said Bellwether, "I don't even need you anymore. I'm sending in the mercs to the address." "Terrible idea ma'am," replied Joshua, "they're already alert." "I don't give a fuck!"

Wilde Residence

"Does this bitch ever quit," asked Nick aloud as four black SUV's came screeching down the street, two in each direction. "Let's just shoot the cars," replied Judy, "after all," she cocked the Mac-10, "it's a school night for the boys."

Brakabrakabrakabrakabrakabrakabrakabrak!

Nick and Judy shot up the cars with their automatic weapons, killing multiple mercenaries before they even got out. "You two are hardcore," said Riggs, watching the carnage. "There's still a few left," said Nick, noticing that about five or six mercenaries, looking like wolves and cougars, armed with AKs, got out and aimed their weapons.

Brakabrakabrakabrakabrak!

"Not anymore," said Judy.

Happytown

"Goddamnit," said Bellwether as she pounded her hoof onto the desk after watching her mercenary team get massacred, "I want those two blue bastards who ruined me deader than my career!" "Madame, if I may," said the mercenary commander, a tiger, "you sent the team in when the targets were already alert." "You said they were the best," said Bellwether, now brandishing her PPK, "and did you lie to me?"

"You made a bad tactical decision," said the mercenary commander, "their deaths were your fault." "You know what," said Bellwether, "you right, maybe it was my fault. But then again, so is this."

Pow! Pow! Pow!

She executed the commander for his willingness to find fault in her, unacceptable in this little lamb's book. Mammals just like him walked all over her since she was little, and being caught in the act of attempted murder only made things worse.

Author's Note: Sorry that this chapter may seem a little weak, I've been away from this project for awhile. Fortunately, I have a plan for what to do next. If you have any opinions, please feel free to express them in the comments or the PM if you're so inclined. Tomorrow I'll do the next chapter of Son of Wilde, then the day after will be this.