Thanks to comments from TygerMoon Foxx I revamped some of this story and I'm actually taking more time in writing it. Hope you enjoy it this time around. Trying really hard to space things out and pace things better. So enjoy. :)

The news was not welcoming and in fact it troubled Ranger Cordell Walker as he drove towards Headquarters. Apparently six known gangs had decided to get together for one day to start a massive riot near one of many warehouse distracts in Dallas. Why they chose a place like that he may never know till maybe weeks later. He parked his truck in front quickly taking note of the SWAT vehicle parked outside. It appears the Rangers will be helping out with crowd control today. It's been a long time since he had any involvement in a riot, wonder if he could keep up with the younger officers.

"Hey, Ranger Walker." A young, rather tall SWAT officer walked up to him. "You coming with us today?"

"Yep, sure am. Going full gear?"

The man nodded. "Yeah, it's pretty hairy. Are you sure you want to come along? You're a Captain now, you can remain in your plush office." He laughed then playfully pushed Walker in the shoulder. "Need some excitement in your career again?"

Walker gave the man a light chuckle. "I'll be out in five minutes."

Thirty Minutes Later

The SWAT van stopped and as Walker climbed out of the truck he could hear loud screams as glass shattered and even could hear the sporadic sound of gunfire. He took a deep breath then followed the men till he could see a surreal scene before him. His vision was already clouded by a thick layer of acrid smoke and he could barely see the fires that burned in the through building's windows. He quickly went to where the Rangers had taken up headquarters and could see Gage talking to four other Rangers that had decided to volunteer.

"Walker, why the hell you doing here? Did you forget, I'm Field Captain?" Gage shook his head as he stepped up to Walker. "Alex is going to kill me if I let you get involved with this."

"What could possibly go wrong? Besides, I'm two years away from retirement. This might be the last real action I get to see." Walker shook the hands of the other Rangers. "First time I've been in full riot gear though."

Gage nodded. "Same here. But it's intense. So far, two officers have been wounded and three gang members killed." He pointed to the direction of all the screaming. "Most have moved indoors and are throwing rocks, bricks, and fiery cocktails out the windows." He patted to the helmet nestled between his right arm. "This has proven to be a life saver."

"Okay, what's the game plan?" He followed Gage to a black SUV where a man stood typing on a laptop which laid on the vehicle's hood. "How many teams do we have out there?"

"Ten, will be twelve with the Rangers." The man at the laptop turned and shook Walker's hand. "It's really risky, sir. Do you really want to be here?"

"I can handle myself, if that's what you're asking." Walker glanced around at the mayhem taking place around him. "Where will the Rangers be stationed?"

Gage pointed to a spot on a rough map which was displayed on the laptop screen. "We're crowd control on the east corner. There's already three guys there with a team of SWAT members from Irving." He patted Walker's shoulder. "Your under my command right now, Walker."

Walker chuckled. "Should I worry?"

"Nope. Because if I even put you in a place where you could get harmed I will never hear the end of it from either Alex or Sydney." Just thinking about his wife got Gage to play with his wedding band. "So, because of that, you will be stationed here."

"I can handle myself, Gage. You know I can." Walker put on his helmet then flipped the visor up. "Just don't tell anybody." He patted the younger man's shoulder as he walked off towards the east corner.

Gage sighed heavily then shook his head. "His stubbornness will be the end of him yet."

Very slowly Walker followed a trail of burning cars and oil drums till he got to a location near a torn down fence. Here he could see several officers in riot gear holding back a small mob trying to push their way out. He hated riots, especially ones with a lot of young men and teenagers involved. That usually meant there will be pure chaos as the gang members tried to prove themselves to others.

He took a deep breath then ran up to the officers who were so busy with the rioters in front of them they didn't even see him approach. He found his way to a man standing off to the side yelling into a bullhorn.

This man lowered the horn and smiled at Walker. "This is a surprise. You do know that Captains are suppose to stay, indoors, right?" He had a laugh at his own joke.

"I can handle myself." Walker raised his arm up as a chunk of brick came flying their way. "Any idea what started this?"

"No idea. We have six different gangs here, Walker. Six. You know very well that doesn't happen unless something big is about to go down." He cringed as an explosion rocked the area. "Shit! What was that!"

Quickly Walker's attention was drawn to the warehouses where he could see several fires and some moving shadows in the windows. Must be fireworks, he thought as he brought his attention back to the man with the bullhorn. He was about to ask something else when he heard the crowd of officers screaming behind him.

"No! The perimeter is about to break! Everybody fall back now!" He turned to Walker and shook his head. "That means you, sir!"

Call it his stubborn pride, but he wanted to wait this riot out with all the other officers. So, instead of leaving he went straight to the fence where he could easily make out several dozen angry faces staring back at him. Some of the gang members he saw definitely had that look of murder in their eyes. Well, hopefully they won't break through.

A SWAT officer closes to him grunted as the crowd surged forward. "We need to get out of here! They're going to overtake us!"

"Calm down! We can handle this!" Walker ran up and helped the men keep the crowd back. "Just stay together…" He was abruptly caught off by a hand going through the fence and grabbing at his jacket. The hand latched on and it took all he had to not be pulled to the fence. "How many more are coming!"

"Hopefully more." An officer grunted as he pushed forward on the fence. "If this goes down, all hell will break loose!"

As if on cue the fence rocked twice then collapsed on the men which sent the crowd stampeding towards them. Quickly, Walker who had been knocked on his back got up on his feet and looked around him to see a stunned SWAT officer nearby. Without even thinking about his well being he quickly ran towards the man then latched onto his gear.

"Officer, can you hear me!" Walker shouted this several times till he finally got a response. "We need to get moving now!"

The SWAT officer nodded his head as he stood to his feet. "What about the rest of my men!"

Walker turned that way to see, in horror two officers and a Texas Ranger being pulled into the crowd. He could actually hear the men scream as the gang began to beat them. He took a deep breath, calmed his nerves down then glanced around him to see four officers and the remaining Rangers nearby. He nodded is head then pointed towards a building about two hundred yards that seemed clear of any gang activity.

"Got it!" The SWAT officer glanced behind him, signaled at his team then moved in front of Walker. "Let's go! Keep real low!"

Swiftly the team followed the SWAT officer making sure to alternate their positions. It has been a long time since Walker had to run in a slight squat and he could tell his knees didn't appreciate him doing this. Must be all those injuries back when he was in tournament fighting, he thought as he leaned his back against the carriage of an upturned vehicle. He peered around the front of the car to see the SWAT leader eying the warehouse with another one of his men.

Soft footsteps approached from his right and a young SWAT officer joined him behind the car. "This is insane! Where is the National Guard!"

Walker shook his head. "This has to be called a state emergency for them to show up." He turned to the officer to see him cradling an automatic rifle. "And now some of the gang has body armor and firearms." Instinctively he grabbed at his weapon which he had swung to his back. "Listen, we will get those men…"

The officer shook his head. "I saw one of them…It was one of my guys." He took a deep breath. "They don't like officers, they won't take any of us alive." The team began moving again. "See ya around, grandpa."

The words were meant to irritate him, but Walker just ignored the man. The young officer seemed to have a problem with him and that wasn't his fault. He pushed off the car then ran to the next piece of cover he could find, an old oil drum. The rust chipped off as he rubbed his back against it and the strong smell of gasoline hit his nose. He tried to relax his rapidly beating heart, but knew with the adrenaline surging through his body that will not happen. Though his mind was perfectly clear and relaxed, his body was ready for any action. Dear God, don't let me die of a heart attack.

Once again the team moved forward and Walker found himself leaning up against the building that could serve as their place of refuge. He glanced back from where they had come from and could see the fires had intensified. Now the night sky was on fire with orange light as thick, black smoke rose into the air.

A handed patted him on the shoulder. "Looks like the coast is clear. We're moving in. Stay close to us." Whispered the SWAT officer next to him. "The other Rangers are in front. Don't worry they are safe."

Walker nodded then followed the team into the musty interior of the old warehouse. Once inside the blackness quickly overpowered his eyesight and it took several seconds for him to adjust. Once his vision cleared he could see the fires from outside helped a bit in illuminating the interior of the building. All around him he could see graffiti sprawled from wall, floor and ceiling, some of it rather profane in nature.

He shook his head as the SWAT leader took head count. "What are your plans now?"

The leader shook his head. "I need to call for backup and get my men back." He turned to Walker then gave a slight nod. "Thanks for helping my guy back there."

"No problem. Thanks for watching out for my men." He turned to see the two Rangers standing near an old desk. One of them appeared to be favoring his arm. "Ranger Stevens, how badly are you hurt?"

Stevens shrugged. "Think I might have chipped my elbow. It's not the pain sir, it's that tingling sensation you get when you hit your funny bone. It just won't go away."

The SWAT leader stuck out his hand. "Lieutenant Jay Minton. And these are my men; Simmons, Rodriguez, Taylor, Gibson, Bowen and McAllister." He waved at each man as he introduced the SWAT team to the Rangers.

Walker shook all the men's hands. "I'm Ranger Walker and those two are Ranger Stevens and Ranger Reed."

He sighed heavily as he took a mental note that one of his men was now either dead or a captive to the gangs. Shame he didn't know who it was. Maybe that was for the best. However, the two that were here did. That could cause problems later on if they were to encounter any rioters.

Minton pushed a button on a device that wrapped around his throat. "This is Alpha Team, can anybody hear me?" When he released all he got was static. "Base this is Alpha Team, please respond." More static. "Shit! Communications are down." He turned to Walker. "How is your walkie?"

Walker tried but also got static. "It should clear up eventually." He sighed heavily. "We should secure all entry points." He glanced around him to see nods all around, even from Stevens who was still cradling his injured arm. "If anybody gets in any trouble whistle very loudly twice." He turned to Minton. "Hopefully we won't get any company."