Chapter 4: Death is too good
Rick-o never got to see how Doc Gruss fixed up Des. None of the gang did. Every last one of them, all forty of the other gangers, save Johnny, followed Rick-o out the door of the Drunken Scavie, towards where the Emily Sister's hid out. Hopefully, they would catch all of them right there.
Rick-o was at the front of the mob, his shotgun cradled in his arms, as if he was afraid of losing it. At the chem-lake, he split off ten guys, under the leadership of Kush. They would try to sneak around the old PDF barracks the Sisters had claimed and cut off them off. At the processing plant that bordered the Chem Brothers territory, Rick-o split off anther ten. Kurk would have been leading it, but the big bastard was dead. Krove would have to do. These ten would hit the Sisters hard from the right and hopefully flush out any of the Sisters on patrol. Rick-o would drive straight through the Sisters turf, killing anything in their way. A trail of blood on the riveted steel ground caught his attention.
Crouching down, he poked it with his pinky. It was still fresh. Wiping his fingerless gloved hand dry, he stood. Who knows what that was about. With Kurk dead, Des unconscious and Russ not seeing anything, he had no idea what actually happened. Until he, followed closely by the mob of angry, blood mad gangers, rounded a sharp corner and almost tripped over a quartet of Emily Sisters, carrying an unconscious bitch with a smashed up face.
Rick-o was the first to recover from the initial shock of just finding what probably was the group of Emily Sisters that trashed Des. He blasted his shotgun from the hip, the raucous crack of the weapon sounding even more absurdly loud in the silence that had fallen over the area. The scatter shell took one of the Sisters square in the chest. Because of the sheer close range, the blast took off the top half of the ganger girl in a spray of blood and gore. Racking in the slide, Rick-o fired again, this time aimed between the trio still alive. The blast once again was too close to catch all three, but two standing were blown off their feet. They fell, bleeding profusely, with a mass of their chests just gone, like a sump 'gator took a bite out their chests.
Rick-o smacked one of his gangers who was about to put a round into the head of the unconscious bitch. He wanted that honor for himself. He knelt down next to her, admiring the damage the trench dagger had done to the bitches face. Just like he taught Des to do. He grabbed the bitch's long dreadlocks and smacked her across the face, hard enough to open her wounds further. She groaned and her eyes fluttered. Snarling in wordless anger, Rick-o slapped her again. Groaning even more, the ganger's eye's fluttered open and her face, though ripped open and bloody, hardened into a mask of hate.
"So you're Rick-o?" she mumbled, blood and spit drooling out of the gashes on her face.
"So you almost killed my Des." He spat back, kicking the ganger hard in the ribs.
"Pity she didn't join me and my gang." She mumbled back.
"So you're Jess, eh? I swore to kill every last Emily Sister bitch for what you all did to Des and killing you will be so sweet." Rick-o drew his autopistol and put a single round through Jess's head. Her head exploded like an overripe melon. It didn't seem like enough, nowhere near enough, especially if Des died.
Rick-o turned back to his twenty and motioned them on. Maybe if he killed every Emily Sister it would be enough. Maybe not.