KITG: well here you go. The next chap.
Chapter 5
Dogan pulled the firebird to an abrupt stop, tires squealing. In the back Mick had tight hold of the handrail of the back seat. Griff was likewise in the front seat. All around them the other Skull cars took their positions, three to the right, and three to the left, each a varying style of muscle car.
"What now Dogan?"
"We go back" Dogan had a white knuckled hold on the wheel. His anger fairly radiating off him
"Go back! Are you kiddin man? That thing…what ever it was, it was going to kill us. And you saw. Bullets didn't even phase it. What we going to do?" Griff replied, wide –eyed in disbelief. His face in a joking frown.
"No Griff. I ain't joking. We go back. That thing can't have been real. It was sum trick of the Death Angels. Bet it was to get that girl so they could get the dough. We go back and get ready to pay them back." A maniacal glint took form in Dogan's eyes. Griff knew better than to argue when he was like this. He took hold once more as Dogan put his foot down, the engine roared as the back end fishtailed and the tires found purchase, and he was gone down the winding roads.
When they returned to the hideout, they found the police strangely lacking.
"Hey, where the cops? Thought they would be swarming the place after all that." Mick asked, scanning the scene. Yes there was police tape, the white and blue strip cordoning off the warehouse. But any other sign of the Police could not be found.
"Lets just say me and the pigs have an understanding." He laughed at the irony.
"What do ya mean Dogan?"
"How'd ya think the Lian Li were caught Mick." Griff sneered at the mechanic. They pulled into the warehouse. One of the gang switched on the lights. The bullet shells glistening like gold over the floor. All shapes and sizes. None less deadly than the other. The body of John was gone. No great loss. He had been a newbie, a sniveling boy; he would have been used as a scapegoat. Or cannon fodder at some point anyway. So Dogan didn't care what they did with the body.
The other members of the gang, about 30 of them, all filtered into the warehouse. They looked around, guns drawn for any sign of the thing that had killed John. Dogan turned to his Gang.
"Put those damn guns away, you thick numb skulls. It was a trick. That thing couldn't be real. It was a trick of the Death Angels. Now clean this place up. We have work to do." He watched as his men scattered about, cleaning up the discarded shells. He watched as some of them left the warehouse. No doubt to get pizza, or a Chinese. Thinking on that he grabbed the nearest one, sent him off to get him a Chinese. He turned then to Mick.
" Finish what you need to do to her. Then I'll pay ya"
"No prob Dogan. It'll take me about 10 minutes. Once I'm done, don't let anyone near her for about 2 hours. Till the paint dries." Dogan nodded in response. Mick turned to the car to finish the job he had started. He thought on what had brought him to this. He had been just a normal everyday mechanic. Fixed old ladies cars. Anything. And he got by. Him and his son. Then his son had died in a gang shoot out. He had gone to Dogan, to kill him actually. But he had found out, that it hadn't been the Skulls. But the Death Angels. So he had become Dogan's mechanic. Helped him, and got well paid for it too. But did that make him any better than those that had killed his son? It didn't matter now, if he was looking for absolution. That had passed they day he had helped kill a death Angel. Now he was an empty shell, putting on a smile. Going back and forth in life. Doing what he was told. That was all. He wiped his hands on his cloth in his back pocket, satisfied with his work. He returned to Dogan, finding him standing round a metal table. On it was a map, showing the other part of town, the Death Angels territory. Around him were his commanders. That's the only way he could describe them. They were his loyal. They would command small groups of the gang in a fight. With Griff being his second in command.
"I'm done Dogan." Dogan nodded and walked over to his car. Opening the glove box, he took out a box. Inside was quite a lot of money. All in 20-dollar bills, he grabbed a handful. About 800 dollars worth. And just shoved it into Mick's hands.
"Good job as always Mick. And I don't have to tell you…."
"Don't worry Dogan. I know the routine. Mum's the word. I ain't seen nothing."
"Good. Now I'll get one of the guys to give you a lift back."
"Don't bother, I could do with the walk. See ya boss" Mick tuned waving his hand in a brief gesture. Then placing another cigar in his mouth, walked from the warehouse.
Dogan turned back to his gang members. He continued his plan, outlining how and when they were going to attack. Each word that parted his anger set lips was punctuated with him stabbing his knife into various spots of the map.
"We'll move in three days. By the end of this…..either they will be dead…..or will be set to Justicum..Wishing that I had killed them. They will pay for taking the Skirt too"
The Doctor followed Billy to where he said the hideout was, they had walked all they way from the docks to the industrial part of the city; the Doctor had wanted to get a Taxi. But Billy had explained that curfew was now in effect. If you didn't have papers, you were screwed, straight down to the processing station. If they even suspected you were in a gang, one-way trip to Justicum. So they had walked several miles, Rose seemed to be getting worse, she swayed on her feet, having a hard time keeping up. The Doctor put an arm round her waist, holding her close to him, giving her support.
"Thanks" she mumbled, her voice slurred.
"Your welcome Rose Tyler, after all, I love rescuing damsels in distress, and your always in distress" he flashed her his insane smile.
"Oi" she went to punch him lightly on the shoulder, but it was her that winced in pain. She gasped as her knees gave out. He lowered her gently to the floor. It was then he noticed her whole body shivering. He cursed himself, the cold was bone biting, but he didn't feel it to the degree she must. He shrugged off his leather jacket and covered her shivering form in it.
"Sorry Doctor, your right I'm always a pain"
"Says the woman who has saved my life how many times. Come on you silly ape" he picked her up then, holding her to his chest. Her felt her snuggle up to him. And smiled at the words she spoke.
"Remind me to punch you later" she fisted his jumper as she let out another his of pain, her body racked with shivers. He needed to get her somewhere warm, so he could see the full extent of her injuries. He had a feeling it was something more than shock, and that worried him. What ever it was that she had seen, and that had latched onto her, might have put something into her system. He looked down when he felt her slump against him, concern blazed through him like a knife.
"I thought you said it was nearer" the Doctor snapped, his face an unnerving mask.
"It's just round this corner" Billy replied.
They turned the corner, round one of the new industrial factories. There before them was a large derelict factory, though from the initial fog hazed view, you would be forgiven for thinking it a church. It was interracially carved, gargoyles adorned various buttresses. Around this was a wire fence topped with razor wire, signs here and there marked the place condemned. In the haze he saw an old sign,
"Cement inc. garden ornaments, and other designs made to order." They came to the Gate, one of the gang members looked shocked to see Billy, and he gave the Doctor a hard stare. But with a word from Billy they left him alone. They walked to what looked like the main office, in the abandoned yard, the doctor could make out cement statues here and there, and some were of angels. Some fairies. All kind of garden ointment you could think of. Some intact, some broken beyond recognition. They walked into the building itself, past more gang members. Once in the main factory area, the doctor was once again thinking that this had been intended as something beside a factory, inside the ceiling as carved like a cathedral roof. Paintings of angels adorned it; this was broken however by the pillars holding the ceiling aloft, where you could expect great stone columns, there instead was rusting steels girders. As if they ran out of money while building and hashed it together. Which in fact was not far from the truth. Billy led them to a back room, again confirming his thoughts. Inside were mold encrusted wood panels, the red carpet lost it luster through the passage of time. Against the back wall was a foldaway wire bed, the sheets looked clean though, and new. Billy indicated the bed.
"You can lay her there. I've got to talk to the others. I'll bring you two something to eat and drink in a while. But I'll go and get you a bowl of hot water and some bandages." He turned from the room without waiting to see if the Doctor said anything, closing the door behind him. The Doctor laid Rose gently down on the bed, pulling his leather jacket from her. He then took her other jacket off, so she only had her T-shirt on. He could now see the wound the bullet had caused. He reached over to his jacket and pulled out the sonic screwdriver. He ran the blue beam over the wound; it closed after a little time, leaving only a slight pink mark, which he knew would fade in time. He then looked to her arm where she said the thing had grabbed her. He scanned it with the screwdriver. As he had feared, it noted there was a foreign agent in her blood stream. Making her body fight back. That was why she was shivering. But it looked like her body had just about dealt with it. Must not have been a high dose. He healed the pinprick wounds the same as he had her shoulder. Billy returned with a bowl of warm water, a cloth and the bandages he had promised. He laid them on the floor then turned and left, not noticing that that the wounds were gone.
The Doctor turned back to Rose. He dipped the cloth in the warm water and began cleaning the dried blood from her arm and shoulder. He then began to clean the dirt and grim from her face. Marveling how this human could still look beautiful covered in dirt. He would have to leave the bruise, otherwise they might ask acquired questions. Once he was happy she was settled, he pulled the cover over her, she snuggled into the cover, the shivers finally subsiding. He stood up once more, reclaiming his jacket from the end of the bed. He took started scanning the room with the screwdriver, trying to find out how many people were near by. It told him there was two standing outside the door. He opened it, the two men, who could only be there to guard him, snapped round.
"Hello there, nice day isn't it." They looked confused a moment, but snapped to attention when he tried to walk past them.
"Where do you thing your going?"
"Just for a walk"
"Don't think so mate." They raised weapons, forcing the Doctor to take a step back into the room. "Billy told us to make sure you stat here till he gets back."
"What don't you trust me?"
"No" the shut the door, and locked it this time. He huffed in annoyance, like that could stop him. But he might as well wait. He needed answers and right now Billy was the only on with them. He turned when he heard Rose moan in her sleep.
"Yeah, you sleep while I do all the work, lazy ape"
"Punch you" came a sleepy response. He smiled to himself. He walked over and sat on the floor, leaning against the bed, placing his hands in his lap. He looked at her and smiled.
"No you won't" he was promptly smacked round the head by a sleepy hand. He grumbled to himself. She even manages to hit him in her sleep…….
Billy had walked back after leaving the Doctor with the girl. He needed to talk to Adam. He needed to know what was going on. As usual he found Adam round the Map, marking where the Skulls had attack and trying to think up a response. He looked up as Billy entered, a great smile lighting his face. He walked round the table and hugged Billy.
"Billy my man.. Where have you been? We thought the filth got you or something"
"I went to see if it was Rob"
"Oh Billy, you shouldn't have gone. You would have walked right into the Yakuza raid."
"What" Billy looked shocked. "That was the Yakuza the cops were shooting at? But I saw the Skulls there."
"Yeah, that was them. Skulls set them up. They been sent to Justicum"
"What we going to do Adam? If the Skulls are working hand in hand with Justicum……what are we going to do?"
"I've been trying to think up a plan, but it doesn't look good. A lot of the gang is falling apart now Rob is gone. We are going to have to tread carefully. So what's this I hear about you bringing friends?"
'They were in the morgue, when I jumped out they followed. But the girl got caught by the Skulls. I helped the guy find her."
"You went to the Skulls base! That was stupid Billy, we don't need top lose you that quick"
"It might have been better, I'm not a leader Adam. You should be in charge."
"No one ever thinks they are ready to lead, if you do.. That proves that you aren't. You'll do fine Billy. Come on you must be hungry. Lets get something to eat."
"Yeah, but I had better grab those two something too" Billy thought, remembering the Doctor and Rose.
"Yeah, well get some sandwiches then go and meet your new friends" the two walked from the room, unknowing of the one spying on them.
KITG: there you go guys, another chapter. Hope it still keeping your interest. Please review. So I know it ok.