Okay, folks. I got news. The B.S. is in love. I won't say more over the internet. Besides, you people don't come here for my life story. You come here for my fanfiction. So without Further B.S. The B.S. Presents As one reveiwer put it, The Meat:
Chapter 1
Incarnations:
Cassie: Cassandra "Cass" Louis
Marco: Marcel Johnson
Jake: Jacob Benson
Rachel: Rachel Benson
Tobias: Tony "T-Fang" Fangor
She opened her eyes and listened for the intruder. Her hand went to her gun tucked firmly under her pillow.
"Relax, Hun. It's only me," came a voice from the other side of the bed.
Cassandra breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed her fingers around the grip of her Beretta. She sat up and kissed Jacob, shaking off the nightmare she had been having.
When they parted he noticed the look in her eyes.
"Honey? What's the matter?"
She shook her head.
"Nothing. Just a nightmare."
He looked inquiring, but was cut off from asking anything by the ringing of the phone from the bedside table. He sighed.
"Duty calls," he said.
"Yeah."
She picked the phone up from its cradle and pressed it to her ear.
"Hello?"
The voice of Chief Chapman came to the other end of the line, crisp and neat, like always.
"Louis, we just got a tip on Marcel Johnson. I need you and Benson prepped and ready in half an hour."
Her heart tightened with excitement.
"Yes, sir," she said, and hung up. Her mind raced. Marcel Johnson! This was the chance they had been waiting for. Wow, Marcel Johnson! She looked excitedly at Jacob as she jumped up and threw her clothes on.
"They just got a tip on Johnson! They want us there now," she said, barely containing a smile. Elation shone in Jacob's eyes and a smile came to his face uncontained.
"Really! That's great! We gotta go!"
"Yeah," Cass replied, pulling the gun from under the pillow and placing it in the holster strapped to her side. She put on her jacket and stuffed her badge in the pocket. She bent to tie her shoes.
"Let's go," Jacob said, but Cass was already at the door, waiting. He smiled. And they left, slamming the door behind them.
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Cass crept past the sliding door of the warehouse and motioned for Jacob to follow her. He smiled and complied with a small nod. Cass noticed him tighten his grip on the gun he was holding. Not a single drop of sweat fell from his face.
He's really keeping his cool, she thought to herself.
The small bud in her ear crackled, suddenly, to life amidst a shower of static.
"Green Slug to Grey Wolf and Orange Tiger. Do you copy?"
Cass laughed silently at Chief Chapman's chosen code name. Struggling to keep her amusement out of her voice, she replied in a whisper,
"Grey Wolf copys."
"Orange Tiger copys."
Cass glanced over to Jacob and gave him a smile. He smiled back and shifted his body into a crouch which she mirrored.
"Okay, guys. Our tipper placed Marcel in the back of this ware house. He's selling drugs to a man calling himself The Visser. He's got an unknown female with him as well as several armed guards, including T-Fang. Don't worry, we've got 'Scopes' in position."
"Copy that, Green Slug," Cass replied into the mike on her collar. She glanced over to Jacob and then followed his gaze up to the roof where the snipers were getting in position.
He glanced at her and then began to count down with his fingers. As soon as his third finger hit his palm she kicked open the door in front of her.
The interior of the warehouse was dank and musty and the layer of dust in the floor was such that the footprints shone as bright as spotlights. In the back of the building, the four people sitting at the table, as well as the six armed guards, turned to face to sudden noise and burst of light.
Cass donned her cop voice and shouted,
"Okay people! Hands up!"
But, naturally, her command had the opposite effect. Nine hands went to nine guns and the air erupted with the spray of bullets carving their lethal paths.
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