Thanks to all people that has review or read the story. A small health warning; there will be some violence in the chapter.
Also, Daniel Bedingfield owns the song in the fic.
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Chapter 7: Daylight Raids
"WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR?!" Damio Pullson shouted as he kicked Chris Engels in the stomach.
"I'm not telling you anything," Chris answered in weak voice. He was losing blood and going into shock. He was on his side on the floor of a dark room. He could barely make out Pullson's face.
"Everyone breaks you know," the fox with green eyes said.
The black bear put his left foot on Chris' face and pointed a gun to his head.
"Now tell me; who are you working for?"
"You are a very stupid man Damio," Chris said. "Kill me and I can't tell you."
"Fine then," Pullson said and nodded to the bear. The bear moved the pistol away from his head. Chris' heart stop racing; but suddenly there was a hiss and Chris screamed in pain with blood coming out of his mouth. The bear shot Chris in the hip and another bullet was stuck in his body.
Pullson bent down to Chris, a pistol in his hand and said: "now you'll tell us everything, or you'll suffer a most painful death."
"Fuck you," Chris muttered.
Pullson quickly got up and kicked Chris in the face. Then he and the bear started to stomp on Chris' chest and stomach.
At 7 Imperial Road Stars had finally arrived from the golf club. Jessica told the club that there was a family emergency at their parents' house at 7 Imperial Road. It was convincing to the staff and Stars knew that it MI5 that wanted him because he knew that the house on Imperial Road was a MI5 safe house.
Stars knocked on the door and Marie Kingsley answered it.
"Mr. Staray I assume," Marie said.
"Yeah," Stars answered. "And who may you be?"
"Marie," she said, "I'm your MI5 handler for the day."
"What is this all about?" he asked.
"Don't you know?"
"Know what?"
"A bomb has gone off at St. John's Square."
"WHAT?"
"Calm down," Marie said, "just go into the lounge and I'll give your mission in a minute."
Stars obeyed. As he moved away from the ginger cat picked up her phone from her trouser pocket. She called a technician at MI5 headquarters.
"Hello," the technician said.
"It's Marie," she said. "What is the status of Sonic Spike and Amy Rose?"
"Both of them are in hospital. Amy is unconscious and has spinal damage; Sonic arrived with her in the ambulance. Should I call Mets and get a team to bring him to you?"
"There's no point; his mind wouldn't be in the right state of mind."
She hung up and went into the lounge with the agents. All of them looked at her.
"Okay," she said. "As you know there has been explosion at the St. John's Square. We at MI5 believe it was far-right extremists. We been ordered to gather intelligence on anyone we can."
She was walking around as she was talking.
"How come?" Claws asked. "The explosion has already happened; wouldn't it be police work now?"
"Because we believe there are more bombs."
"Oh," Claws answered.
"So I want to split you lot into groups of two," Marie said. "I want Claws and Ninja first. Follow me to the study upstairs."
Both did as she asked and followed her up to the study. In the study were three chairs, a PC, TV and a desk. Claws and Ninja sat and Marie continued to stand.
"I want you two to go to the Devil's Hand pub," she said.
"I never knew Mets hated us," Claws said. He had lived in the city for two years and knew that the Devil's Hand was an extremely rough pub.
"This is no time to joke," Marie said. She showed them a picture of a male bulldog in his early 30's. "This is Terry Gibson; explosive expert. He was in the army in the bomb disposal unit. However he left and became a bomb making. We need you to bring him to the Central Police Station for questioning."
"Why can't you just say the police to get him?" Ninja asked.
"First is we need evidence, second is the police would get slaughtered," Marie answered. "So what you need to do you," she was looking at Ninja as she said that, "is get friendly with him, get him a bit liquored up but not piss out his head. Then bring him to the station for question."
"Sounds easily enough," Ninja said.
"You think so; but he hates star cats, so Claws has to stay in the background and watch as you feed him beers."
"Right," Claws said. "Would it be difficult to get close to him?"
"Possibly at first; but as long as Ninja is friendly and asks sensible questions then he should be alright."
"Is he there now?" Ninja asked.
"The police say he is: but if he isn't then you'll go straight to the police station. Now here are mobiles with programmed number you can call if need be and," she stopped speaking for a moment and opened a draw. She took out two pistols and holsters and gave them to the wolf and the star-cat.
"Ah right, an insurance policy," Claws said.
"Now go," Marie said and both men walked out the study towards the front door.
Marie then went down and called for Knuckles and Jessica. Both followed her.
Both sat down where Claws and Ninja were and Marie stood.
"I want you two to get information out of this man," Marie said and showed them a picture of a 50-year-old rhinoceros. "This is Dr. Francis ..."
"Becker," Knuckles said.
"You know him?" Marie asked.
"Unfortunately," Knuckles answered. "I met him with my parents when I was 12. He was a speaker at a dinner on Angel Island. His thoughts scared the shit out of me and my mum and dad."
"So he won't remember you then," Marie said. "Anyway, he is a Catholic fundamentalist and would love to see his home country as a solely Catholic state with him as a member of a ruling council. He is staying at the Plaza hotel at Embells Road. I want you to extract info from him."
"How do you want us to do that?" Jessica asked.
"Well, he has a thing for 18-year-old blondes."
"No way!" Jessica snapped. "No bloody way!"
"I not asking you to sleep with him just flirt with him and get into his room. Once in, wait for Knuckles to come and let him in. Then beat him and search his room until he tells you anything important."
"Sounds like fun," Knuckles said.
"Here are mobiles with important numbers and weapons incase you need them," Marie said. "Call me or Mets when you finish."
Both Knuckles and Jessica did what Claws and Ninja and left the house.
Marie then went down to get Stars and Natalie. Both went into the study with her.
"I want you to get Agolo Kwowo," she said showing them a picture of a male gorilla. "He is a rebel fighter from Gualand. He came here a month ago and I want you two to bring him in Central Diamond Police Station now."
"Where is he?" Stars asked.
"Here is a list of possible locations he can be," Marie said. "Try his flat first."
She then gave them the pistols and mobile phone and they were on their way.
In Troham the SAS team was in position and were waiting for the word to go. All the members were wearing causal clothes to avoid suspicion.
"Are you ever going to tell me what you did three weeks ago?" the bull asked Dalo.
"I'll never tell," the leopard answered. "Anyway I never ask you about what you get up to."
"Good point," the bull said.
"Go! Go! Go!" an Irish voice said over a radio Dalo had.
Both Dalo and the bull grabbed their semi-automatics and got out the car. The other two SAS troops in another car also came out and all four headed for the Torre's front door. Another team of four were heading for the back entrance of the large house.
The property had a long pathway to the door so the four men walked, looking around for cameras, weapons and people.
"Nothing let," the bull said.
"He is a weapons' expert," Dalo said. "He could have hided cameras."
Dalo then picked up his radio.
"Any signs of movement?" Dalo asked.
"Not much," the Irish sounding man answered. "Just one of his kids going up stairs."
"Thanks Eddie," Dalo said and clicked off.
Dalo and the troops continued to the door. They hadn't been any signs that they were seen.
"Are we going to knock or just kick the door down?" the 25-year-old polecat asked.
"Knock first and see what reaction we get. If they answer and shut the door too quickly or we get no answer then we're have to be more forceful."
The troops made it to the front door. They put balaclavas on. After that the bull rang the doorbell. They waited for around thirty seconds before someone answered. It was Torre's wife, a 43-year-old dingo.
"Oh mon Dieu," she said and tried to shut the door, but the bull and Dalo pushed the door over, knocking Mrs. Torre over.
She was screaming "PIERRE!! PIERRE!!"
"Shut her up!" Dalo ordered.
At the same time the other team kicked the door down. One of the Torre's children, their 9-year-old daughter was going to the telephone to ring the police: but it was pointless exercise because Captain Eddie O'Day from the SAS had ordered for the phone lines to the house to be cut.
Dr. Torre himself went to his bedroom picked up a pistol from his bedside cabinet and went to stand at the top of the stairs, waiting for the troops.
Dalo and the bull were first at the sense. Dr. Torre was pointing the gun at both men, moving it very quickly. The SAS men were also pointing their guns at Dalo's shoulders.
"Pas le mouvement, ou je tirerai!" Dr. Torre shouted. He was wearing red shirt and black trousers.
The bull laughed.
"What did he say?" Dalo asked.
"He said 'Don't move or I'll shot'," the bull answered.
Dalo and the bull shot at Dr. Torre's shoulders. Both hit him and he fell on his buttocks. Dalo and the bull ran up stairs. The bull picked up the pistol and Dalo looked at Dr. Torre's wound. The bullets went through his shoulders, leaving exit wounds. He was bleeding a little, but it was non-life threading.
Dalo picked up his radio.
"We got him. He has two minor injuries to his shoulders. Corporal Smith and I will bring him out now." That message went of to everyone with a radio.
Dalo and Cpl. Smith got Dr. Torre on his feet and forced him out of his home. They took him to a car with Eddie O'Day, an eagle owl waiting outside.
O'Day opened the boot of the car and the two SAS soldiers put the weapons expert in it.
"Right, that's it," DI Blake said. "Knock the door down!"
He was standing outside Selmon's flat with a number of policemen and women. All of them were wearing bullet-proof/stab jackets.
One of the policemen got the battering-ram and hit it against the door. He had to do it twice to knock the door down.
Once the door was knocked down all the police rushed into flat, looking for anything of use for the investigation.
Outside the flat block was a woman named Vicky Woods, a 25-year-old mouse. She was coming home after a quick visit to the city centre. She had visited some clothes shops and had four bags with her.
She saw police cars and vans all around the block and she didn't know why: so she continued to walk up to her home. She walked upstairs and went towards home, Number 26. Then she saw the police at her door and saw them going in and out with Selmon's PC, financial documents, photograph albums, telephone bill, anything of use.
Vicky ran towards her home, not knowing why they were there.
Two officers stood in front of her, trying to block her from going into her home. But with all the adrenalin in her body was able to push them out the way and got into her flat. She saw seven police officers walking around the flat and a snow leopard in a suit and stab jacket.
"Who the bloody hell are you?" she shouted.
"DI Jeffery Blake," he said, walking towards her whiles putting out his badge which was on a chain around her neck. "And who are you?"
"Vicky Woods," she said.
"Got any identify?" he asked.
"Yeah," Vicky said and reached for it in her handbag. She gave Blake her driving licence.
The licence had a photo of her, her surname was Woods and forenames were Victoria Janet.
"Don't you need a warrant?" she asked.
"Right here," Blake said, reaching into his jacket pocket and gave it to Vicky who quickly scanned it.
"Why are you here?" Vicky asked.
"We believe Graham Selmon is involved with the bomb in St. John Square earlier today," Blake answered.
"What!" Vicky said in shock. She started to breath heavily.
"Calm down," Blake said. "YOU!" he said to a young police officer, "get her a sweet tea."
Blake led Vicky to the sofa.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine," she answered, "I just suffer shook easily."
"I'm going to have to ask you some questions," Blake said kindly. "Are you okay with that?"
Vicky nodded; she was looking down at her lad.
The police officer came with a cup of tea for her and she said "thank you" softly.
"How do you know Graham?" he asked.
"We're engaged, we've been living together for four months."
"How did you meet?"
"At a nightclub four years ago."
"And did he ever take you to any meeting of some form?"
"How do you mean?" Vicky asked, looking up at the policeman. He had been doing this job all his adult life and he often got a reaction from the partner of criminals.
"A political meeting of some form."
"Never. The only time we talked about politics was sometimes on when the news was on and he complained about the government."
"Had he been acting strangely the past couple of days?" Blake asked.
"Well..." Vicky started off with. Her mind was split on what to do; she love Selmon but she knew what Blake said explain a lot about him.
"Vicky," Blake said, putting his hand on her knee, "What ever you say, it will not incriminate you."
"Okay," Vicky said and she gulped. "He has been going a lot over the past few weeks and he was out last night; but I thought he was having an affair, we had an argument about it."
"Anything else?"
"Yeah," Vicky said, looking down again. "Graham gave me five grand in cash this morning and he told me not to use the underground today. I don't know where he got the money from." She took a deep breath. "See he works on the tube and I'm a hairdresser so we don't have much disposable cash. I thought that Graham might have been doing a part-time job to help pay for the wedding and some other luxuries."
Vicky started to cry; she felt so foolish. She never thought that her Graham could be willing to commit to a mass murder.
"We are going to have to take you to station for a formal statement," Blake said. "You're not in trouble but he need to get these things filed and become official."
"Can I at least finish my tea?" Vicky asked.
"Sure," Blake answered.
At the hospital Sonic stopped playing to guitar to rest his figures for a moment. He looked at his watch and found out the time was 11:34. He was unsure what to say to his unconscious fiancé.
In his guitar case was his songbook. He picked it up and looked for a pen. There was one on a cabinet next to Amy.
He was about to write the first note of a new song when a young female ant in a nurse's uniform entered the round.
"Mr. Spike?" she said.
"Yeah," Sonic answered.
"Phone call for you," the nurse said.
Sonic followed the nurse to the front desk of the ward.
"Who is it?" Sonic asked.
"Your sister," the nurse answered.
Sonic picked up the phone and said: "Plant?"
"Yeah," Plant answered. "I'm just calling to tell you that George and Theresa have just left Emerald."
"So they should be here in three hours," Sonic commented.
"If traffic is good."
"Is there anything else?" Sonic asked.
"I wanted to check up on you," Plant said.
"I'm fine," Sonic said. "I know Amy will be alright. Well I hope she'll be alright.
"There is one thing I should tell you. I wanted me and Amy to tell you but well …"
"What is it?"
"We're engaged," Sonic said quickly.
"Did I here you right?"
"Yeah. That was why I could see her and be with her."
"Okay," Plant said. "Have you heard from Claws, Stars or Jessica?"
"No; but I had my phone off."
"I'll call them then."
"Speak to you later," Sonic said and hung up. He went back to Amy's room where he was surprised to a 16-year-old male lion in patients' clothes.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!" Sonic yelled.
"Danny," he said.
"Well Danny, why are you here?" Sonic asked.
"I heard you singing," Danny said. "You got a tablet you know. I had a quick gander at your song book as well; and may I say, wow."
"As nice as you are, it doesn't give you the execute to come in here."
"I know it's wrong," Danny said. "If you want me to go then I'll go."
"Stay if you want," Sonic said. "But I won't be good for company."
"Understandable. So … what's her name?"
"Amy," Sonic said. "She was caught up in the blast this morning."
"Sorry to here that."
"It's okay. Why are you here?"
"Hodgkin's disease; a form of cancer."
"Oh."
"Don't worry, it's curable."
"That's good then," Sonic said.
"Would it be okay to sing her a song?" Danny asked. "It's something I wrote myself."
"Go ahead," Sonic said.
Danny picked up the guitar and tuned it.
"When you love is pouring like the rain," he sang. "I close my eyes and it's gone again,
"When will I get the change to say I love you?
"I pretend that you're already my,
"That my heart ain't breaking every time.
"I look into your eyes.
"If only I can get through this,
"If only I can get through this,
"If only I can get through this,
"God, God, I got to get through this."
The song continued for around three minutes and Sonic enjoyed every minute of it.
"That's good," Sonic said.
"Thanks," Danny answered. "By the way I don't know your name."
"It's Sonic."
"See you later," Danny said. "I got to go to do some tests."
"Have fun."
"I'll try."
SAS soldiers were closing to Terracor house. They were only five minutes away. The sergeants gave the troops of photos of the people they want. The orders were to capture Damio Pullson and Shijo Ajiu and anyone else possible; but they were allowed to shot to kill if need be. They also had to rescue Chris and give him mental attention.
Chris did give his handler information about the people and how the FFCI operated. They would possible be armed with at least small arms, some may have automatic weapons. On the roof would normally be three or four snipers; they would be the first people to be taken out.
The tactics the troops were going to use were that four helicopters with five troops and a pilot and co-pilot each were sent to the house. One of them was going to fly around and shoot down the snipers then fly over the roof for the men to jump down get into the house. The other three would land on flat ground and charge at the house in three different directions. After dropping all the troops the helicopters would go into the air to avoid being attacked and captured by FFCI members. When the troops get Chris and any other targets then they would call for the helicopters to land and go off to their barracks. Once in the air with the troops the leader would contact his boss at the barracks who would contact Chris' handler.
"How many snipers?" one soldier, a white tiger asked.
"Eh … looks like four," the other soldier, a bald eagle answered, looking through a sniper sight that he was adjusting.
"Get a bit closer," the tiger told the pilot.
The snipers on the roof contacted the people below and then started to shoot at the helicopters. The bullets were ineffective against the armour plating.
One of the troops in the helicopter was at the automatic machine gun that came out the side of the cropper. The gunner hit two snipers with the first few bullets.
The pilot turned the helicopter around to the house and the gunner shot the other snipers. When they fell the pilot lifted the helicopter over the house. One of the troops opened the door, another threw down rope that was attached to the cropper and the troops went down onto the roof.
The other three helicopters landed on flat ground and the troops jumped out the helicopters within ten seconds. The troops started to run up to the house whiles the helicopters were going back into the air.
The troops started to run at the house in a zigzag fashion. People within the house started to shoot at the troops. The SAS reaction was to dive down to the ground. They shot back at them whiles crawling toward the house of the fascists.
"WHY ARE YOU LYING TO ME!!!?" Pullson shouted at Chris whiles punching him in the gut.
The bear was holding Chris because he was unable stand. Blood was coming out of his mouth and he was slipping in and out of consciousness.
"How am I lying to you then?" Chris asked in his weak voice.
"I know your name isn't Chris Enton. I know that you're not one of us and that you are a government agency. So tell me: WHAT IS YOUR NAME? WHO DO YOU WORK FOR!?"
"My name is Chris Enton," Chris said. "I work for you and Shijo Ajiu."
"DON'T FUCK WITH ME!!!!" Pullson shouted, punching Chris in the face.
Pullson's mobile started to ring. He picked it out of his trouser pocket and shouted: "WHAT IS IT!!?"
"We're being attacked," a man said in a Scottish accent on the other end. "It looks like special forces."
"Keep them busy!" Pullson ordered and hung up. "FUCKING HELL!!!!" he shouted in anger. "Work him over," Pullson ordered the bear as he took out his silver pistol and went into another room.
Pullson typed in a phone number and put it need by his ear. It was ringing.
"Hello?" a man answered in a Japanese accent.
"It's Pullson," he said. "We're being raided. If you don't hear from me assume I'm either dead or captured."
"Good luck my friend."
Pullson then hung up. He was going up stairs into the house. He knew he wasn't going to be a free man but at least he can go out in a blaze of glory.
He went up to a corridor and walked slowly. He could hear the gun battle so he decided to go into a room on his right. The rooms were interlinked. Pullson's plan was simply to get behind the SAS troops and either fire at the troops or take one hostage and use him as a shield in the fight.
He wanted to live through this attack and try and gain more power if or when the FFCI got power but if he couldn't then he would rather kill himself then be taken and be questioned by MI5 and Special Branch.
He walked along in the rooms, hearing the gun fire getting closer. He went into one more room and then went to the door that went into the corridor. He opened it and saw the back of three SAS troops. He closed the door and checked the pistol. He checked the magazine and the chambers and found it was fully loaded.
He opened the door aimed the pistol at the head of a soldier. He was keeping his hand still before pressing the trigger. He hit the troop in the head and blood slatted on the wall.
The other two soldiers turned around and saw their prime target. Pullson aimed the pistol at another solider and shot him in the neck. The solider fell, unable to scream in pain and if left untreated then he would die a slow and painful death.
Pullson then aimed the gun to his head. He was about to pull the trigger as the SAS solider aimed his semi-automatic at Pullson's knee. The soldier shot at Pullson and he landed in pain, screaming, dropping the pistol as he did it.
"YOU BASTARD!!" Pullson shouted.
The solider got his radio and said: "I've got Pullson. Corporal Manden needs a doctor, NOW! Private Williams is dead."
Chris was alive; but only just. The bear was beating Chris into submission and was getting more angry and violence when he didn't give him an answer.
"Now tell me," the bear said pressing his foot Chris' neck. "Who do you work for?"
"I'm not going to tell you," Chris answered.
The bear removed his foot off his neck and then stomped on his genitals. Chris screamed in pain.
The bear then bent down Chris and whispered: "Unlike Damio I am an expert in torture methods."
He got up and went to a table. He picked up a battery powered sander and showed it was working.
Fear was in Chris' eyes now. He knew he couldn't last for much longer.
The bear bent down over Chris. He started the sander and pressed against his leg. Chris screamed in pain.
The bear then pulled the sander a from Chris' leg.
"Are you going to tell me?"
"NEVER!" Chris shouted with passion.
The bear put the sander onto Chris' stomach. It ripped in Chris' shirt and flesh; going close to Chris' organs.
"You can't keep this up for long."
"Try me."
The bear was about to put the sander on Chris again when two SAS soldiers charged into the cellar. They shot at the bear dead and rushed to Chris.
"Dr. Engels, I presume," one of them said, kneeling down to him.
To be continued.
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