AU:
Ey guys so yeah sorry for another monthly update, with school being an ass and well my problems being an ass it just made me feel numb but at the moment I wanted to write this and this update.
For comments, yeah wanted to open that up. Calm was ever.
So yeah sorry if I don't have that happy, joyful aurora to my authors note, I guess since I genuinely don't know what the fuck am I going to do right now.
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Not Just Any Rifle
(No P.O.V)
Demsey and the rest went back to Carlson's apartment. Tomorrow would be the day the Wilderbeast falls to its knees.
Carlson on the hand wanted to come, but due to his condition, Demsey refused. It got to a point where Carlson supposedly hid something that would help them with getting Harper out. And hearing Harper getting into the picture. Alek came in supporting Carlson, Demsey still refused until she lifted him on up his feet literally.
Pushing him against the wall, lifting him up by his coat's collar. Everybody was actually surprised to see Alek lifting Demsey up. But Cami snickered since in reality him and Harper both have the same build, only Demsey being slightly buffer then the lanky boy.
"Must be the rage and adrenaline." Rebecca whispered to Trevor.
"Indeed it is dear sister, her love for Harper has no bounds." He whispered back.
Everybody's lines of thought were momentarily paused with Alek growling.
"Is Carlson coming with us or what?!" Alek growled.
"I..I..don't know.. you ask him yourself... gods please let go off me." Demsey muttered, his tongue laced in fear.
Alek glared at him hard, Demsey trying to avoid her gaze in the process. The others just stared while Cami, Heather and Carlson snickered in the background.
With a huff, she dropped him on the floor. Making him slide down with a groan. Cami gave Alek a small pat on the back before going to her boyfriend who was groaning softly.
She went to Carlson who lost his small smirk on Demsey since he was facing against a fiery blonde on a war path.
"So, show me what you hid!" Alek growled approaching him with her hand out.
Everybody could see the fear behind Carlson's eyes as he gave her a cocky smile, Frank actually noticed his adams apple bobbing.
He stood up with a grunt, limping slowly to a cabinet. With the doors opening, he rummaged inside trying to find something before they heard him cheer. He pulled out a Barrett 50, Demsey stopped talking to Cami his eyes wide glaring daggers at Carlson.
He instantly stood up slamming him against the cabinet, the rifle dropping on the ground. He held him by his shirt glaring at him with such hate.
"How the fuck did you get that!" Demsey yelled.
Everybody in the room stared at the two, Cami almost walking over to stop the fight but instantly Alek stopping her. The dirty haired blonde glared at her, but Alek's eyes mirrored some sort of curiosity, to which Cami also mirrored afterwards.
"I found it on the ground while I was running through the roofs. What makes this rifle so special?" Carlson confused to why his friend is angry at him.
"Because you fucking moron, that rooftop was where Harper took the shot, and that rifle there is what he used to shoot off Drago's fucking arm!" He retorted.
The room went suddenly quiet, everybody staring at Demsey at the same time the rifle.
"Wh-wh-what?" Carlson stuttered.
Demsey sighed, clearly seeing that his friend is confused. He gently let go of him muttering a small apology before walking back to give him space.
He walked over to the couch, sitting down quietly, sighing as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "It was supposed to kill the bastard for good measure, I designed that bullet, made it with my bare hands and it should have pierced right through his skull or even his whole body, it should have killed him so we wouldn't be here in the first place. But we had an misinterpretation. The wind started to catch up and Harper had to either estimate it or calculate but that would take a while since the meeting was short and by the wind was about to die down, Drago was about to go and that was our only chance so he relied on faith and luck.
(A/U: Okay so this is a flashback, it will be italicized like so. This will be a shorter-ish version but the whole back story will be a prequel to this story so this is just a heads up if you see this part of said prequel.)
(Flashback)
Harper groaned, carrying the rifle across the rooftop. He arrived an hour early, Demsey had set up a deal for Drago and the rest of groups all around America. They both planned this out, having the location at an abandoned skatepark, the vantage point was just a regular seven story apartment building.
"Harper, you in position." His radio buzzed, he kicked the door leading to the roof before locking it shut with a padlock.
He placed the rifle down, looking at his surroundings. To see building either the same height or a little shorter. He grabbed his radio as he walked to the edge of the building.
"Yeah, so how are we going to get Drago, to come over to you to see the goods. He usually sends his righthand man or a goon." Harper said, taking note on how Drago handles Demsey's usual deals.
His radio buzzed back, with a little static affecting his voice but he heard him still. "Well that's "static" -ome in, the goods I got are Drago worthy. Trust me I had to raid a dead zone for this shit, Drago would surely want to see this with his own eyes."
Harper shrugged, dragging a table Demsey preplaced on the roof. He placed the Barrett 50 on the table, pulling out the tripod setting it up. He placed a ballistic calculator just beside the rifle as he started to calibrate the scope. He checked his pockets before pulling out an anemometer to see if the windspeed was according to the time they estimated.
"500 meters and a windspeed 12 mph. That not that bad I mean I shot a freak 700 meters and that was just luck." Harper muttered looking through the scope to see Demsey looking at his merchandise, having a small notebook by his side presumable checking if all is accounted for.
"Calm yourself Haddock, two years of sniping is enough experience as it is. You can do this, you can do this. You miss a couple of times but that was before now you are different; Forgot there sneers you came this far." His muttered to himself as anxiety started to kick in.
He sighed, rummaging through his pack. He got his sketchpad, placing it on the table. He grabbed a pencil and started to sketch the abandoned skatepark. It was still forty minutes away until the meeting starts.
He started to think about his past life, before everything went to hell. He was a mere teenager at the time and he was trained as a soldier, even more so a commando. Vigorous training for a year and a half, only for it to be used to slaughter innocent lives.
He started to imagine about home, Berk. If they were still alive to this day, if they were roaming around the streets, dead or alive.
He merely wished to see his mother's face or Al-. He stopped sneering quietly, the past is the past, there dead. They have no chance of surviving either way.
By now he was done sketching and he was starting to goof off, either playing with his knife, imagining it to be a dragon flying around the sky. He still had that childlike innocence under all of the years he has been in the wasteland.
"Gods how long does it take for a bunch of power hungry assholes to drive all the way from where they came from." He muttered.
Stopping his thoughts as his radio buzzed in. "Fury, it's time. Set it up."
He immediately sheathed his knife, grabbing a black cartridge. Designed by Demsey himself, it was supposedly designed to penetrate tanks.
He cocked the magazine in, looking at the scope to see Demsey doing his introductions, he saw a lot of people coming, mostly of them he hardly recognizes.
There was Drago of course along with Viktor as his second in command after they both joined forces, Alvin the Treacherous along with Savage, he looked to the right to see his old friend or by now should be his enemy. Derrick Derange, or now better known as Dagur the Deranged of the Berserker's.
And the rest was either small time raiders, businessman who have ties with Demsey, or random people who heard his message as it was past own from any inn or bar all across the state.
He was looking at Demsey as he introduced himself to others who have never heard of him, he was walking around in an orderly manner, obviously that he has rehearsed this time and time again just like his other business deals.
He could see Demsey turning his back away from the group, he grabbed the radio just beside the tables he had set up. With that Harper heard his radio buzz in to hear the conversation as is goes along.
"What's with the radio?" A voice asked.
Harper heard Demsey reply. "For added measures, you see I have eyes in the sky all around you." He started pointing on each corner of the buildings around him.
"Watching this deal, now if I die or if anyone upsets me I can merely point at you and you are…" Demsey started as Harper knew he was trying to make a point, he aimed for the man in question since Demsey was pointing at him, making sure to shoot just below his feet to give him a scare.
He breathed in slowly, taking his time as his crosshair aimed for the man's feet. He breathed in and breathed slowly. His heart rate dropping slowly before he pulled the trigger. The shot instantly bounced on the concrete floor startling all the participants.
"Now moving along." Demsey started. "I have called all of you here for a simple auction really for I have found a very special device that I have found during my travels, found it in an abandoned lab in the dead zone." He said, Harper turned his attention to Drago who had a small grin plastered on his face. Demsey was right, it was Drago worthy.
"But of course, we can do that later as I suppose my goods are open for a limited time only so please browse any firearms, ammunition, upgrades, anything that can suite to your personal needs as the kings of this new era." He announced.
With that the new comers came in browsing the selection, one of them picking up a fully customized Vector with a suppressor, vertical grip, and an holographic site. Demsey immediately noticing this and accommodating the soon to be owner.
Fifteen minutes has passed and by now only few stayed, mostly the big shots. Demsey was packing up, placing his goods in his truck. With that he went in front of the crowd who was waiting for the auction.
Harper didn't know what Demsey got, but he hopes that it's useless in Drago's projects.
The radio buzzed in as Demsey started to speak. "All right, now with that out of the way the auction can begin. I have found an experimental cache of devices and prototypes all pertaining into weaponizing this plague."
Immediately Harper looked at Drago's direction, he still had that same dark look. Along with his beard and long locks that were braided. He didn't care about his appearance since he wore a simple black trench coat with jeans along with his combat boots.
But he could tell that he was willing to buy or win the auction at any cost, even if he has to kill everybody who is willing to defy him.
"Now the case is right here." Demsey said, pulling a black military crate with a biohazard symbol painted on top. "To which I will open the contents, now you all know the rules no touching, simply look at it. Once someone touches it I have the right to shoot you." He ended with a grin showing off his Smith and Weston revolver.
The new comers gulped, while the rest simply nodded since it was Demsey's terms. And they couldn't kill him since he was one of the few people in America who could sell contraband weapons you can usually buy in the black market.
As he stepped the instantly Drago went forward looking at the contents, with his guards blocking everybody's view.
"Oi, you're not the only one buying this Dargo." Dagur mocked making the man glare at him.
"If I can recall Derrick, you used to work for me!" Drago sneered back.
Dagur merely laughed, mocking the ex-colonel. "If you insist Dargo, but I can recall that young Haddock used to work for you what happened with that? Isn't he supposed to be here handling your dirty laundry?!" Dagur added, making the man enraged.
He was about to pull his handgun out before Demsey beat him to it. He held his revolver aiming it at Drago, with Viktor pulling out his gun along with the others as the rest had a standoff.
"Now Lord Bludvist." Demsey said calmly, but deep inside he was disgusted from merely calling him Lord. But he had to suck it up, he was tempted to pull the trigger as his finger started to play with it. "Derrick is right, you're not the only one. Once you purchase the item then you can hog it."
With that Drago agreed, not before muttering a curse to both Demsey and Dagur. He walked back as the others took notice that it was mostly research papers, bombs created from the virus, research pertaining to the virus over all.
"Times up! Now we start the bid with Seventy-five thousand dollars!" Demsey announced, since he was the only or one of the few people left who accepted paper money.
"Eighty thousand! Eighty-five thousand! Ninety thousand!" As people started to yell their bids, raising their hands for Demsey to count who has the highest.
Harper carefully watched the auction as it went, but he started to feel a little chilly. He noticed that the trees that grew all across city was starting to rustle has the leaves started to shift right, following the direction of the wind.
"No..no..no..no..no. Oh gods, please oh gods. Why did it have to be windy now! Shit!" Harper muttered out loud. He licked his finger pointing it up the air to feel the cool wind flow through his saliva covered finger.
"45 to 50 mph estimate, shit!" Harper said going for the radio. "Front Sight to Fury, the winds are getting stronger you better finish the auction and quick!"
Demsey grabbed his radio hearing the hidden message behind his words. Demsey was starting to panic, this was their only chance so he had to make sure that Drago should win.
"Okay lets speed things up since I am running out of time! Now who is willing to buy this case, raise your hands and submit to me your offer." The only people who raised their hands were Dagur and Drago.
"What are you willing to propose Dagur?" he asked, Dagur grinned snapping his finger as four goons walked forward each holding two suitcases.
They placed it on the table with Dagur approaching opening each case to show a neatly stack of one hundred-dollar bills within each case.
"Three million in total, but this is half of it as evidence of course!" He grinned.
Demsey looked at Drago. "And you Lord Bludvist?"
Drago nodded to Viktor, he whistled loudly. With that a matter of minutes a Blackhawk helicopter was carrying a massive truck with a cargo crate attached to it. It was dropped just near them as Demsey walked forward. He opened the truck to see five pallets of cash along with canned foods, clean water bottles inside military crates.
"A whole supply to last you for the next two years." He said smugly.
Demsey grinned putting out his hand in front of Drago, offering him a handshake. With that done, Dagur walked away pissed while the rest muttered on how obvious Drago was going to win.
Before he could grab the crate, Demsey stopped him. "Remember the arrangements I made, since you gave me a vehicle, I have to move my goods since I have to use this because I am the only one now just give me moment it won't take long."
Drago stepped back glaring at the man who gave him a smug grin, he parked his truck just near the container as he moved his gun crates, spare fuel, and detached a mounted gun before tossing it in the truck along with the tool box.
He went back to his pickup with a brick, he placed it on the accelerator as he started the engine. With the pickup truck drifting in place, he poured gasoline all over the truck, tossing a lighter at the back as the it was engulfed in flames. With that he got inside and pushed the handbrake causing the truck to drive fast causing it to go into a halfpipe. Before the truck exploded.
Harper by now was panicking since the wind was still hard so he recalibrated the scope, estimating the wind speed.
"Okay here's your merchandise, enjoy." Demsey said before walking back to his new truck, hoping that Harper would take the shot. Demsey made sure as a precaution to try to take the crate when Drago is dead as his men are in a state of shock.
Harper looked through the scope to see Drago rummaging through the crate, reading the papers one by one, with Viktor having a small peek of what are the contents of inside the crate.
He breathed in slowly, aiming for Drago's heart. He breathed in, ignoring the wind as he placed his finger on the trigger. His index finger tapping on the trigger, his pupils dilated as he tried to concentrate hard.
His emerald eyes mirroring at the end of the scope as he exhaled and inhaled. "You got this Harper." He muttered before pulling the trigger.
With a loud bang before anyone could react, Drago plummeted to the ground with his left arm gone. His guards shocked, Demsey took the opportunity grabbing the case as Viktor tended to Drago.
He dragged the case tossing it by the passenger side before starting the engine and driving off. Drago's goons started to fire at the truck before another loud bang echoed as few of them got hit, either dying or losing a limb.
Demsey drove of ramming through the makeshift wall covering the park before a number of freaks stormed in hearing the loud shots.
"I wonder if Harper got the attention of every freak." He muttered to himself as he drove off.
Harper stopped seeing Demsey getting away, he dropped the rifle since it was too heavy. Grabbing all of his belongings before jumping off to the fire escape to meet up with him.
(Flashback End)
"We thought we killed the bastard but turns out he survived. And well you know the rest." Demsey muttered finishing the story.
Everybody was silent, but they were able to comprehend what he just explained. But before anyone could speak Demsey spoke.
"Look we only have a few hours of sleep, so better get some rest we have a raid to do and once it's done we are all out of this hell hole. Carlson, you want to come along since you managed to join us?"
Carlson nodded. "Yeah, I'll just pack my shit up, just get it on your boat. I'll burn this place as a final goodbye once we leave."
With that everybody went to bed, preparing for the day to come. But some like Alek, Cami and Stephan stayed up all night, trying to comprehend what happend to Harper and Demsey over the past four years.