Here's the next one. Thanks for the reviews/ story update adds! I had to spilt this chapter into two, as it had gotten too long. Just have to apologize for the wrong wording of the area on a boat where the captain steers. For the life of me, I can not find the correct term for this place on a boat, hence the lame name of 'Captain's area'. If someone knows this term could you please tell me so I can correct this error. I've searched everywhere for terms of places on a boat but no luck for me!
Enjoy!
They crept along the corridor, listening as they walked. The foot steps hardly made a sound, as they moved.
When the approached the stairs, that lead up to the deck, Callie reached out, grabbing a hold of Duke's arm and pulling him back. She pointed to his one bad eye and motioned to her two good eyes. He nodded and let her go ahead of him.
She flexed her hands on the handle of the gun and cracked her neck. She ignored the natural feeling the gun in hands, and tried to focus on the situation at hand, forcing herself to forget the memories of past times with other guns.
Callie stepped on the stairs and flinched at the creaking noise the step made when she stepped on it. She turned back and glared at Duke as if the creaky step was his fault. He shrugged his shoulders and she continued up the stairs with out any further noise.
Callie held her breath as she reached the door that lead to the deck. She took one hand off her gun, and turned the handle of the door slowly. It seemed like it took forever to open the door a inch or two.
She listened through the crack for noises but only heard the waves breaking against the boat. There were no voices, and the deck was silent. Callie turned her head, nodded in the direction of the door and opened the fully enough to slip through.
The rain had stopped, thank god; but the deck was slick and wet. She chose her steps carefully and prayed she wouldn't got ass over tea kettle again. That would not be stealthy in the least.
Duke watched Callie slink across the deck, her body low to the ground, and gun at her side. He waited till she had reached the other side, and was crocheted behind a group of wooden transport boxes.
He waited in till she motioned with her hand, for him to come out. He crossed the deck in long strides, his legs eating up the deck as he made his way over to her. He crocheted beside her and let out a baited breath.
He just wanted this thing over and cold fucking beer. Was that too much to ask?
Callie held up two fingers, and pointed to the Captain's area on the boat. Duke looked up, his eyes scanning the captains area, his area and saw two men, Anderson and Markus.
"Where's number three?" he asked her, keeping his voice to a mere whisper.
"Whoa, hold up. Give me a minute here." Callie put her hand up to her temple and closed her eyes. As she opened them, she glared at Duke." Oh that's right, I forgot. I'm not a fucking mind reader. "
"Temper, temper." grinned Duke. " Just a question, there neighbour."
"You want to know where number three is?" asked Callie, as she shifted her weight around. " Let's find out."
Before he could say anything much less do something, she was moving. Gun raised, pointed directly at the glass of his captain's area. She fired twice, the glass exploding and the gun shot rang out in the night. Her aim was true, she had fired a gun enough to expect the kick back and accounted for it. Callie didn't like guns, but understood enough that in her life you didn't always get to choose to be the nice fair girl. The ruthless bitch often got the point across far better.
And she wasn't feeling very nice at the moment.
Besides, dead from a bullet just meant you were normal bad guy. Dead from a mysterious circumstances that could not be explained by science or modern technology meant your were a freak who was looking at life being dissected by the government.
So Anderson took one bullet in the shoulder and the other in the ribs. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Markus returned fire. He fired three consecutive shots in Callie's direction. Callie moved with precision and speed that Duke hadn't thought possible for a human. But if you consider what he had seen her do early, clearly she wasn't.
When you lived in Haven, these things were to be expected, Duke figured.
Callie did an impressive run and roll, landing herself behind another pile of stacked boxes. She pressed her back against the boxes, slouching down as bullets whizzed over the boxes and into a wooden barrel behind her. She turned her head and saw Duke glaring at her.
"They are shooting up my fucking boat!" Duke hissed as he crotched lower so that their was plenty of room between the top of his head and the top of the box. Markus couldn't shoot worth shit apparently and was firing at everything. "Gertie does not desired this!"
"He's going to have to reload sometime." she said between gun shots. "Who is Gertie?"
"Before or after he kills us with rebounding bullet's."
A third voice broke in their argument. The third man had appeared on the deck, gun draw and ready for action.
Callie shot Duke a smug look and mouthed him a 'told you so.'.
" Come out, come out pretty little girl." the man called out, scanning around the boat. " Come play with me."
"If you insist." Callie muttered to herself as she popped up from the boxes and squeezed off a few rounds causing the third man to hit the ground and roll away. Callie advanced on him, gun held in a firm grip and kicked out at his out stretched arm. She didn't think a bullet hole to head would improve her looks at all. The gun flew to the side of the boat, hitting the metal side hard and rebounded towards them.
Callie didn't wait for the gun to slide its way back over to them, she didn't want to give him another opportunity to pick up the gun and shoot her. She brought her foot down hard on his face, crushing his nose flat. The ruthless part of her, enjoyed hearing the crunch of bone and the way the blood seeped onto his face. She wound back up again and kicked him hard in the side of the head, aiming for his temple. She wanted him out of commission, but not dead.
Ruthless as she may be, she didn't think she looked good in a orange jumpsuit.
She heard Duke behind her somewhere. She was vaguely aware of him swearing under his breath. Apparently, he didn't like it when women took risks.
"You could have let me help you." he muttered behind her.
"Don't know you well enough to." Callie chuckled.
"Whose fault is that, neighbour?"
Markus had made his way down from the Captain's area and onto the deck. But by the time he reached the third man Callie, she had him face down on the ground with a gun pointed at his head. He's got his gun in his hand, and it's pointed straight at her head.
Duke walked over to her, and scooped up the man's gun with a quick grin. He tucked it into the back of his waist band and backed himself up, never taking his eyes or his gun off Markus til he was standing shoulder to shoulder with Callie.
"Well now, I think the tide has turned." Duke shot Callie a quick grin.
"Not yet, Crocker." mumbled Callie looking at Markus's rage clearly out on display.
"Throw your gun down." Duke ordered, his finger lightly pressed on the trigger, gun aimed straight for Markus. His gut jumped up into his throat for the long minutes he watches Markus debate obeying the order. He knows Markus's type, can smell the desperation rolling off him. " That wasn't an option."
"So you can shoot me?" Markus hissed out, gun still pointed at them. "You must have taken me for an idiot."
"Well you did steal my boat, piss of my neighbour and well then there was that whole thing about attempting to take a box that isn't yours." Duke replied.
"Oh for the love of god don't get him started on the stupid box thing again. He never shuts up about it!"
"Hey!" Duke hisses out of the corner of his mouth. "Why are you always picking on me?"
Callie rolls her eyes before Markus cuts into their banter.
"What makes you think I am going to do anything you want?" he asked them.
"Oh, my bad." replied Callie, " I thought he owned he boat. That you make you Captain right? And if you don't throw your gun down towards Duke, I'm going shot your brother, cousin or whatever the hell he is to you in the head. Then Duke here, is going to put a bullet in your head."
"Sounds like a good plan to me." Duke agreed, although his stomach did a little nervous flop when she mentioned him putting a bullet into Markus's head. He would do it, he knew he had it in him but shooting a man in the head before dinner wasn't something he did often or really wanted to do.
" I don't think so." Markus gave a small smile. He didn't know how this smart mouthed bitch figured out that Daniel was his brother but he really didn't care. He figured he had about 10 more seconds before the trigger happy chick from popped him one. But he had been in the business of breaking knee caps long enough that you always had an ace up your sleeve." Not if you want your mangy dog."
"What is it with everyone calling my dog mangy?" Callie narrowed her eyes." I'm going to spell it out for you, so pay attention. I will kill your boy without a second thought if you don't tell me where Max is."
" I think you really want your dog alive."
Callie bent down at the knees, and reached toward the unconscious man and pulled the man over from his stomach. She rapped her fingers around a large chunk of this thick black hair and yanked his head up to her knee's, giving Markus a good look at his face. She forced the gun into the man's mouth, without little care and maybe a bit to much force. Her hand was steady, eyes were cold and dead, her face was blank. There was a part of her that wouldn't think twice when pulling the trigger.
This man meant nothing. Max was everything to her.
"Do you think I am fuckin around here?"
Markus recognized this look, he had perfected a version of it himself. This was a look of person who was familiar with putting a bullet into someone and thinking nothing of it. He had under estimated Crocker and his friend.
"I think you should do what the lady asks." Duke said, clearly his neighbour meant business." Where is her dog?"
"I don't think you know how to play this game. I tell you where the mutt is, then your not going to let me go. Your going to call you fancy little FBI friend and here I am spending 10 years for kidnapping."
" What thinks I'll let you make it to shore?" Callie threatened. " And from you serious lack of proper kidnapping skills, I'm sure your employer would thank me. Don't mistake me for weak willed woman, Markus. Hear my words, I make this offer one more time. If you don't tell me where Max is I will make the last moments of your like the very worse you have ever experienced. "
"So your offering me a nice, quick death or a slow torturous death?" he asked, clearly not to impressed with her options.
"Or the inside of a jail cell." Duke told Markus. He figured Audrey and Nathan would give him less hassle if he didn't returned to his boat blood stained and three dead bodies. " I suggest you make up your mind before your colleague up there suffers a fatal death from blood loss."
"The barrel on the starboard side of the boat." Markus finally says after a few long, moments pause. He took a moment longer to throw the gun at Duke's feet. It was a bad throw, Callie thought it was no doubt done on purpose.
Duke scooped a long piece of rope he had lying on the deck of the boat for some reason or another. He walked towards Markus as Callie aimed the gun at Markus, covering Duke's back as he approached Markus slowly.
"Hands behind your head, Markus." Duke told the other man, his stomach giving a little jolt as he said the words. He always wanted to say the next line that stumbled out of his mouth." Assume the position."
"Heard that one a lot there, Crocker." smirked Callie as she watched Duke tie Markus's hands behind his back with some nifty sailor's knot that she needed to learn, and walk him over to one of the metal poles that held up the Captain's area.
"Not as often as you like to think." Duke tossed a cheeky grin over his shoulder at her. " You can say it to me anytime. Go get Max."
"Tie the other two up." Callie refused to answer his sexual banter as she hurried past him to where Max was suppose to be. She heard him mumble a reply but couldn't make out the words or wanted to for that matter.