Author's Note: The Chapters are getting shorter and the end of the story is coming. Perpare for some action and darkness!

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El and Cam had gone in the still dark hours of the morning, planting the explosives, here and there. When they were set, they back tracked the mile back to Cerise and Sands. They found the two had prepared. El watched as Cerise took her dose of insulin, before quickly braiding her hair. She pulled a hip holster from the back of the car and buckled it on her waist, strapping the leg straps around her thighs.

"Ready to rock and roll?" Sands asked as he came around from the other side of the car, pulling on a pair of fingerless gloves. He was wearing a black trench coat, over a pair of black jeans and a black dress shirt. Under the trench coat was a shoulder holster and there was a desert eagle on his hip.

"Be careful." Cam muttered. He was the get away driver. El grabbed his guitar case and knelt on the ground opening it. He took out a sawed off shot gun and loaded it.

"Ready." He said after a minute standing.

"Right, you know what to do." Sands said to Cerise, finger a dentater.

The two guards stood at the front door, chatting. One was in the middle of saying something about one of the spanish soap operas, when he looked up. As the sun was rising, an image merged out of the shimmer from the sun on the sand. A black clad figure, striding with a purpose towards them, black trench coat flowing with the walk. As the figure got closer, the guards could see the black sunglasses and the cigarette between the lips.

Sands didn't slow in his walk as he neared the door, hearing the two guards turn one at a time towards him. "Buenos días." Sands said, pulling the desert eagle from the holster and firing before the guards replied. He only stopped when he heard the thuds of their bodies hitting the ground. There was no doubt that more guards would hear but Sands wasn't concerned about that. He holstered the gun and reached out, grabbing both knobs of the door and turned, throwing the doors open with a loud bang. "Hey Rick! You around!" Sands yelled out. He heard the running footsteps of the guards and drew his gun again.

Cerise and El slipped through the open window into the library. Cerise looked around and indicated silence as she crept towards the door. El had secured his case in a hidden place outside and followed her. She opened the door and peaked out. There were two guards at the end of the hall and she closed the door with out sound, turning to El. "I'll take care of these two. You head the opposite, just be careful." El nodded and Cerise opened the door again.

El watched as she walked out of the hall towards the guards. She approached them and tapped on on the shoulder. When the man turned, she decked him straight in the face, knocking him flat on his ass. The other man turned and Cerise planted a kick to his stomach, grabbing his arm and ramming him into the wall. El slipped out of the door and signaled to her as she disarmed the men. She nodded and headed towards the front of the house.

Sands dodged behind a planter, reloading his clip as he listened to the remain three guards. When they stopped firing, Sands stood and strolled out from behind the planter, firing back. He grounded two of the three and nearly missed the bullets from the third. He was about to shoot when he heard someone else shooting, and the sound of a body dropping. Cerise sprinted over.

"El?" Sands asked.

"On his own." Cerise answered. Sands nodded and turned back to the building at the sound of footsteps.

"It's Charlie." Cerise whispered.

Charlie walked towards them raising the uzi. Sands shoved Cerise out of the way, opening fire before Charlie could, but Charlie dodged behind a bush. Cerise raised up off the ground to look at Sands. Sands stood rigid, listening. But someone opened fire from his left. Cerise caught a glimps of movment in the shadows. "Fuck!" She swore. She slipped behind Sands to stand at his left, drawing her own guns and firing back. Charlie came from behind his bush at that moment, firing on Sands. Sands took a bullet in the shoulder and fought to keep from staggering back as he fired back. Cerise moved one of her guns around to fire at Charlie as she kept a trained eye on the shadows. Two bullets, one from Sands' gun, the other from Cerise's met their mark and Charlie dropped to the ground.

But the figure to the left came out of the shadows. Adjerez moved towards them. "Go." Sands hissed at Cerise. She hesitated, but holstered her guns, heading towards the house. Adjerez opened fire on her, but Cerise sprinted into the shadows as Sands covered her. Adjerez forgot her, turning her attention on Sands.

"No guns." She said in a husky voice.

"Yours first." Sands replied.

"Not willing to play?" She asked.

"You wanna do this, you put yours down first!" Sands replied back in a hard tone. He heard her mock sigh and she turned side ways, laying her guns down. Sands turned to the side as she did, putting his guns on the ground.

As he came up, she hit him hard in the shoulder, knocking him back. Sands retaliated, but got only air as she ducked. They circled and Adjerez struck out. This time, Sands caught her arm jerking it back hard. She cried out and knocked his feet from under him. Sands rolled as she brought her foot down in a move to crush his wind pipe. He got to his knees only to receive a kick in the stomach that grounded him again. As he struggled for breath, Adjerez stepped back, pulling a switch blade from her pocket.

She made the mistake of paying the blade to much attention. Sands came up on his feet, with an upper cut, catching her in the chin. She staggered back but Sands didn't ease up. With a round house he caught her in the stomach and sent her spiraling back into the planter he'd hidden behind earlier. She clutched onto the knife and lunged, but again he grabbed her arm, jerking it even harder then before and heard the pop of the joint as he pulled it out of it's socket. He yanked the knife from her hand and spun it in his hand as he held on to her limp arm, before he drove it home with a fierce thrust. "Bitch..." He hissed, letting her go as she slummped to the ground staring up at him wide eyed.

Cerise ran around the corner and ran straight into El. "Well?" She asked as she caught her breath.

"Sarah's in a back room, but I don't see your daughter any where..." El told her.

Cerise swore. "Dupre probably has her with him." She muttered. "Right, we'll get Sarah and double back, meeting up with Sheldon." El nodded and led the way.