Chapter 10

Dead Man Walkin'

"Charlie in" sounded the radio that was at Sanchez left shoulder.

Sanchez push the two buttons that was at the side of the radio. "Alpha to Charlie, is the target in sight?"

"No, not yet."

"Update once you see him."

"Copy that."

"And make sure you get my ass if anything turns bad."

"Copy mother fucking that."

He put aside the radio and look at his team, four men stood in front of him. Lightly armored and with Hextech SMGs, their face were hidden behind mask, black goggles and helmet. Though Sanchez can't see their faces, he knew each one, who is who and their origins. Piltover assault teams usually never change their teammates because trust was hard to develop.

"Alright guys, you know who are we facing" He look at his team, standing with their weapons at hand. "Malcolm Graves is his name, just one man and we go home and live our lives."

"I want to make it simple and quick, smooth just like butter." Sanchez continue "Split up, surround him and pin him down, give a few shot if you have too but don't kill him, Am I clear?"

His faceless team nodded without even saying a word. Sanchez knew that his team was determined to serve even at the cost of their lives, so he has nothing to worried about.

Suddenly his radio started screech. "Charlie here, suspect is in sight, suspect is waiting facing the door that you are stationed. Urge to send robot as much as you can to function as a distraction, over."

"Clear, we have two dozen robots on standby. We are about to engage, are you ready Charlie?"

"Always Alpha, Medpacks and bullets a bunch if anything messy happens."

"Good."

Sanchez put aside his radio and signals his team with a nod. His team start to move, 2 of the team move towards the door, planting explosive at the iron door. While the remainder of the team set up the robots that was queuing not far from them, divided by 2 line, each line has 12 units of robot meant to soak any bullets.

The ones that planted the explosives gave a nod while holding the button that would activate the bomb, waiting the signal from Sanchez. Sanchez look at the ones that set up the robots and they also gave a nod.

"Move to the sides of the door." All of them then haste to the side of the door, 3 at the left while 2 at the right. Sanchez took a deep breath and gave the order. "Now"

BOOM

The force of the explosion forcefully push the door inside the factory, disconnecting each one from the latches that hold them. They all cough as the explosives created a cloud of smoke, it also obscured their vision. Then the robots started to move inside the factory and the assault team follow behind. The door lead to a small corridor but he could see the more spacious area just a few meters away.

The robots marched forward in two lines while Sanchez was at the middle with two men at each of his side. As they go closer to the more spacious area, they could see the fugitive waiting with his big weapon.

Graves hold Destiny firmly as he hears the iron door being touched, he expects that the assault team was planting some explosives. He doesn't know who or even what was on the other side but he could only brace himself on what would come next.

BOOM

The door exploded, resulting a big cloud of smoke that blurred his vision and sound that made his ears ringing. He adjusted and it became clearer on what was coming, a swarm of robot. They marched with eyes red searching for a target that was Malcolm Graves. They marched in a line but it was only because they were at a small corridor.

The marching shakes the ground of the factory but not even a hint of fear in Graves heart. Once they arrived at a more spacious area, they started to spread like ants coming out from their nest. They stop and stand motionless, he started to hear a voice from the many robots that echoes the room.

"Malcolm Graves" echoes the voice, Graves look left and right to see where the voice came from. "You have convicted crimes against this city, crimes that are heavy and must be judged by the law of Piltover"

Graves growls, struggling to find the voice. He knows that the voice were among the robots, but he couldn't properly point it.

"Stand down and be judged by the court that is truthful and unbiased." the voice finishes it sentence and silence struck the factory. The robot still did not move but their eyes were red signify they will attack when ordered. Graves had nothing to say, with his trigger finger firmly touching the trigger, he was ready to disagree.

Sanchez stay among the robots but he stayed at the back so that the fugitive would not know his location. His team was already spread among the robot, some as far as he could shout while other just a few robots beside him.

ten seconds left... Sanchez wore his goggles, expecting to engage the fight. 8...7...6...5...He look to his left and right, his team eyes was already at their guns sights. 3...2...1...

The robots started to move and his team follows them behind, closing in towards Graves and his team was starting to giving burst shots to him. He raises his palm so that the team would pause for a while so that the robot would lead the march and the team followed the given order. Some robots were destroyed instantly as Graves shot them down but the robots still continue their pursue towards the suspect.

Sanchez kneel down and give a few burst of shots, he realizes that his shot was not accurate, it started to spread and hitting other things such as the machinery behind the fugitive and the robots that were pursuing. Sanchez move cautiously forward to get better aim and so did his team. As seconds pass by, Sanchez realizes that the numbers of robots were decreasing , he moved forward in a more faster pace.

He kneel to his knee and let the robots move forward, acting as a distraction for the fugitive to shoot. He focus his eyes to his Hextech SMG merely iron sights, he made sure that it was targeted at his torso so that the shots would put him down. He had a hard time to make the shots as the fugitive was turning his body left and right to shoot the robots that was nearing to him. The iron sights was precisely at the wanted man torso, the timing was right and he was confident that the shot will land. Just as he wanted to pull the trigger...

BOOM

An explosion occurred on his left , he could see at the end of his left eye that was comparable to a mine explosion. He look to his left to get a better viewing and two of his team were grounded, in blood and seriously injured. The whole swarm to his left was all lost, destroyed by the explosion that was shockingly destructive.

"Charlie, two of my men are down. Requesting back up, I repeat, requesting back up." pleaded Sanchez to his radio.

"Copy that Alpha, on our way." answered the radio.

Sanchez shifted his sight towards the remaining squad on his right, that was still continuing to move forward, pressuring the fugitive with gunshots. "MIKE, PAUL. PUSH FORWARD AND COVER ME." the two remaining soldier look at Sanchez for a moment and nods, continuing they're push. He then quickly sprint toward his fallen men, forgetting about the fugitive completely.

Things happened so fast, he was having a hard time dealing with the swarms, plus the bullets whizzing through. The explosion to his right manage to cut down the numbers to half, surprisingly, he didn't expect the make shift mines would be successful, let alone killing a couple of men. His right was settled now his left was left to concern.

He sees a man rushing towards the fallen men, moaning in pain and dying as the second pass by. As much he wanted to shoot the man, a bullet gone through his left lower torso as he was thinking about it. He gritted his teeth as the pain of tearing flesh registered to his brain, he look to his left and the swarm was still advancing.

There's a sayin' Graves took a smoke canister from his belt with his left hand, he twist the upper part of the canister with his teeth. Deal one thing at a time Smoke started to came out from the top part of the canister. By then, the man arrived at to his fallen comrades, managing their wounds.

"Betting blind!" Graves throws the canister at the man and his fallen comrades, blinding their vision entirely.

Graves focuses the remaining of the robots that was advancing and giving a few shot to them.

Sanchez arrived to his fallen teammates, he checks each one of them by touching their bodies. It was more worst than he thought. One of the teammates lost his leg, his right leg was left with torn flesh and cracked bones. The other one had shrapnel pierce through his body, bleeding horrendously.

"Charlie, both are severe conditions and unconscious state, requesting immediate backup" Sanchez reported to his radio. "I repeat, immediate back up!"

"We're coming, just stay put" answered the radio.

"Stay with me" Sanchez waste no time and pressure the wounds on his bleeding teammate, he had no proper equipment but he tries his best to keep his friends alive.

"Betting blind!" someone called, he looked at Graves and saw the smoke canister that he threw. It bounces and stop in front of him, hissing smoke. The canister exploded and he was in a cloud of smoke, his vision was cut to none and he could only hear the gunshots that happened at the factory.

He tried his best to get up but the smoke was thick, suffocating his lung and making it harder to breath. He cough and fell to his bottom, struggling to breath and see what was happening.

Where's the hell is Charlie thought Sanchez We're dying out here

Gunshots was the only thing he could hear at this point with addition to the voice of Mike and Paul shouting their lungs out. The smoke started to dissipate and his vision came back, he looked at the remaining robots and only few stands. Mike and Paul was still standing and continuing to shoot...

BOOM

It was short lived...

Both of them and the remaining robots was all gone by an explosion bigger than the one before, only a big crater was left. Sanchez eyes widen seeing Mike and Paul was killed by the explosion.

The fugitive walks towards Sanchez one step at a time, with his shotgun at his hand, composed and still calm. Sanchez desperately took out his side arm pistol and shoot at the coming killer, but none of them manage to hit the target. He pulls the trigger until it clicks, until the gun was dry of ammunition.

Fear was the only thing that Sanchez felt at the time, his body was shivering because of it. I..I'm gonna die here His pistol fell to the ground and he tries to back off but the corpse of his friends stopping him to do so. Graves stood tall in front of Sanchez, his face showed stern look towards the

captain but soon gone as he was focused at his gun.

"Well" Graves split his shotgun into two and insert shotgun shells into the empty slots. "Guess you're the only one"

Sanchez had no words to utter, fear numbed his tongue.

"Ya' boys sure did a fuss but then again, I'm the last one standin'" Graves connected his shotgun into one and aim at Sanchez "Any last words..."

"..."

Graves sigh and shoot the man head into a million pieces, the corpse hands was still shivering but finally went dead after a few seconds. "I take that as a no" He looks at his surrounding, destroyed robots filled the place with five police personnel dead by his hand.

"Things got real messy..." sighed Graves.