Max approached the window and set up the sniper rifle, with the bipod resting on the windowsill. Max looked through the telescopic sight and zeroed in on his target. Taking a deep breath and concentrating hard, Max pulled the trigger. In a split-second, a calm street became a haven of madness. The Marxmen ran for the elevator, stopping dead in their tracks when the doors opened. SWAT Units poured out in a mad frenzy and opened fire on The Marxmen. Getting behind cover, they returned fire and moved from cover to cover, to avoid any unnecessary bullets penetrating through and injuring them.
"I'm almost out!" Carter shouted, over the hailstorm of bullets.
"Don't worry they're almost dead!" John replied.
And it was true, out of all the SWAT Units, only one remained. The trouble was, he had enough more ammunition than The Marxmen had. The lone SWAT technician spared no expense with bullets, filling everything that moved with fresh bullet holes. The Marxmen made sure to stay perfectly still to avoid being filled with lead. The Marxmen needed a plan and fast! Max carefully formulated a detailed plan to distract and then eliminate the lone gunman, unfortunately he discarded the idea and instead, decided to get them all to pop up and fire their guns at the same time.
"Alright, boys on three, we get up and shoot this bastard in the gonads!" Max whispered to his pals.
"Um, ok, that's your big plan?" John asked.
"Yeah, that sounds kinda dangerous." Carter added.
"If we all get up at the same time, he won't know which one of us to shoot!" Max replied, "Alright on three. One. Two. Three!"
As if slow-motion, The Marxmen stood up and pulled their triggers. Click, click, and click. Their guns were all empty. As soon as they realized their mistake, they ducked down. "Shit! We're out of ammo!" Max shouted. They said their prayers as glass shattered and furniture burst into an array of fabric rain. Then suddenly as if an answer to their prayers, a piercing sound and a bright light accompanied with an ear-ringing sensation came over all the occupants of the room. John regained his state of mind and saw a familiar object beside him. "What the!? Didn't that disappear last night in the factory?" John thought before searching the object for anything useful. He spotted a small, red switch and pressed it, a small compartment popped out of one side and had a single bullet, placing the mysterious object into his jacket pocket. "Just what the doctor ordered!" John loaded the bullet and stood up. With one sharp tug, a small metal object became a supersonic instrument of death. A spurt of blood gushed out of the newly made bullet hole, a groan was heard before the last SWAT Unit collapsed onto the floor, recently deceased. The Marxmen walked to the elevator, Max pressed the button and they calmly waited, listening to the pretty music.
Walking out of the building, they were held up by security and asked what they saw on the upper floors. Max calmly explained that they were in their rooms having a rest when they were rudely interrupted by gunshots in the next room, so they were leaving and taking their business elsewhere. The staff apologized for the traumatizing experience and offered to compensate by making the rest of their stay free. Max kindly declined and The Marxmen walked out of the MGM Grand Detroit, another job well done. But the real concern for them was when John said this, "You know that bright flash and that loud noise that we experienced in the room?"
"Yeah, what about it? Flashbang, nothing more." Max replied.
"Yeah, what are you trying to say anyway, John?" Carter added.
"Well, let's just say that what we experienced wasn't a Flashbang. It was something else, really." John replied, concealing the truth, "It was just some advanced tech."
"Too bad we'll never see it again." Max replied, with a relieved expression on his face.
"Yeah, never see it again." John said with an unsure tone of voice.
The Marxmen rewarded themselves with a night out for dinner, a celebration of their first assassination followed by a SWAT siege. "Well, having a police shootout was definitely a first." Max uttered, his mouth half-full of food. They laughed and had a round of drinks. A lot of drinks.
The Marxmen will return in Chapter 4.