CHAPTER 26:

"Wait, how are we getting in?" James asked as Cooper approached the house.

"Watch…oh yeah…you might wanna hold onto to something more stable." He said, putting his foot to the floor on the accelerator. The truck roared as it went, closer and closer to the house.

"HOLY SHIT!" Fiona screamed as the truck drove straight into the front of the house, sending pieces of wood and glass everywhere. The truck had barely taken any serious damage and everyone inside it was fine. Cooper grabbed the AK-47 and jumped out. James grabbed the RPG and followed him, leaving Fiona in shock in the back of the truck. Cooper immediately opened fire on the mob guys, leaving several of them wounded and bleeding out. Fiona decided to steady her nerves, grabbing the Desert Eagle and cocking it again. She walked straight ahead, avoiding some of the wreckage just barely. She walked into an office. There was a man hiding behind the desk. She walked over.

"Ivan Smirnov?" The man looked up.

"Da?" He said in his Russian tongue. He had a wound already on his shoulder.

"This is for Jen wherever she is." Fiona said coldly, pulling the trigger. The gun went off with a load bang, the kickback hurting Fiona's arm. The man no longer existed, his head had been blown clean off his body, and brain matter had splattered everywhere.

Cooper continued his domination among the house, killing any mob guy he ran into. James followed, RPG resting on his shoulder. He still had no idea where Jennifer could be, alive or dead. They decided to split up and search for Jen. Cooper walked through and saw a half open door underneath the one staircase that James had just gone up. He opened the door and listened. He heard a woman's voice and quietly, he went down.

"Well Jennifer, I'd hate so say this, but your rescuing crew is not here yet. I really wanted you to see your own husband's balls be cut off in front of you but I guess I'll just have to do that on my own time." Jen felt another tear roll down her face. She knew this was the end of a long drawn out session and she may have won the first battle, but now she was losing the war.

"Please…Erica, don't do this. Please." Jennifer was now full out sobbing. Erica moved the table out of the way and she stood roughly ten feet away from Jen. She looked like a daunting executioner, holding the gun, aiming it at Jen's forehead. Then Erica paused in thought, and moved her aim towards Jen's protruding baby belly. "Please… don't do it." Jen sobbed. Erica's face became lifeless, like a stone statue. She coked the gun, the hammer's click echoing in the basement. Jen closed her eyes.

"Goodbye Jennifer Mui."

The gun was shot. Jen thought the bullet went into her stomach. A bullet did pierce her skin but she felt the hot piece of metal burn through into her lower left leg. She fell off the chair, landing on her side. She opened her eyes as she heard Erica moaning on the floor across from her. Jen looked up and saw a familiar pair of feet. She looked farther up and saw the tall slender frame of Cooper. He was holding a baseball bat in his hands.

"Cooper!" Jen croaked out. She had gone into shock.

"Anything is possible with a baseball bat." He grumbled, hitting Erica one more time in the ribs, kicking the gun away from her grasp. He knelt over beside Jen, checking her bullet wound. It was only in her calf and it was a through and through. He took off his shirt and wrapped it around her leg to stop the bleeding. He then took off his belt and made a makeshift tourniquet to stop the flow to her leg. He tied it tightly as he could above her knee. Jen grimaced in pain as he did this, but she knew it was for the best. Jen reached over and grabbed the revolver. "Jennifer? Take this." Instead of the revolver he handed her his own personal Desert Eagle. "This will do the job better than the last time." Jen smiled in pain. He helped her up. Erica had meanwhile rolled over, holding her ribs, wheezing as she breathed. Jen cocked the gun.

"I hope you burn in Hell!" Jen growled. She pulled the trigger, the gun knocked her weaker self back to the floor, but she had done it. She had shot Erica Dane, and this time around she was most definitely, dead.

James had searched the entire upstairs floor and found nothing and no one. He went back and since he hadn't seen Cooper, maybe Cooper had been lucky and found James' wife. He travelled down the stairs as quickly as he could, jumping the last two. He ran to the door around the other side of the stair case and went down another set of steeper stairs. He went around the corner and stopped dead. He saw a shirtless Cooper kneeling over a motionless body. A very pregnant motionless body.

He took another few steps forward, before he felt a sob well up in the back of his throat. "Jen? Please…no…" He whispered to himself. He could barely take another step before the sobs escaped his lips. He broke down as he walked slowly over to her. Cooper happened to look up and was going to say something, but James held up his hand. James kneeled down beside Jen. Cooper slowly back away, leaving them some space.

"Oh God, Jennifer…please…" James had never felt this excruciating grief in all his life. He felt sick to his stomach. He couldn't believe she was dead. He felt like a failure for not finding her in time.

"James? James?"

"You're alive?" James gasped through the tears. He reached for her hand. She grasped it back tight as she could. She felt her own tears dribble messily down her face. James looked down at her bandaged leg. He figured she had gotten shot. Then he looked over to the bloody mess over on the other side of the room. He saw what had been a familiar head of brown hair. He knew now that Erica was dead and that his Jennifer was wounded, but still alive.