Back from the dead! No, life's been busy but I'm back permanently now. I just finished my other story so I'll devote all my time to this one.
This chapters longer than the others so enjoy!
Chapter 16
"Wake up you sleepy heads," Quinn shook the entwined bodies in the back of the truck. She'd driven as far as she could till she felt they were safe. While driving she had received a call from Puck and Mike updating the situation. The three of them agreed that they should meet at the wooded hide-away not far in the direction Quinn was headed. Puck had given her directions the whole way.
It was at a rundown shed in the thick of the forest that Quinn parked.
"Where are we?" Brittany pushed off Santana who had still not woken.
"Some hideaway, we should get inside."
Quinn looked skywards paranoid that a police copter or plane might fly above them. It was her luck that the pick-up was a brownish-grey color and not very identifiable among the dirt and leaves.
"Get her to wake up; I'll scout out the place." She told Santana. She stepped away from the truck and crept gently a few times twigs snapped beneath her feet sending a shiver through her body. From what she could see, the shed was empty. Quinn approached the front door that swung from its hinges as if it had been roughly barged through.
Inside, she slid along the wall and took in the sight before her. The barn was completely empty and looked as if no one had entered for a long time. A thick layer of dust had gathered on the floor and other surfaces. There was a bar with smashed glass strewn around perhaps from a big fight. Either way, it was empty, dark, and cold.
Something or someone made a noise to the back of the shed. Quinn was startled and hastily backed up behind a pillar. No further noises came, but she knew something had come in. Her heart beat fast, she dared not ask for a name. If it was one of the boys, she would have nothing to worry about; but they would not be here so soon.
Resolving to be brave, Quinn peeked out from behind the wooden post. There was nobody but a breeze was causing the backdoor to sway. She closed her eyes and released a deep breath before stepping out. She was now in the open meaning that if the other person had a weapon, she was an easy target. On the floor there was a long piece of wood, broken off from the bottom of a chair. She picked it up to use as protection in case the other person had a knife.
Quinn decided to stall no longer. Obviously, she wasn't going to get shot otherwise she'd already be lying on the floor returned to the dust. Her walk was almost brisk. The first door to the left squealed as she pushed it open with the wood in her hand. There was nobody inside. She observed that the room was probably a sitting lounge for the better off thugs that probably owned the place. There was a lush couch stabbed in places sprouting the stuffing, a smashed television that would not have been worth much when it still functioned. In the corner were a few crates, large and small, but they were empty.
She backed out into the hall again when her foot stepped on something. "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH, What was that!
"Bitch you stepped on my foot and YOU are screaming?"
"Santana?"
"Duh, who else?"
"Well, why are you creeping up behind me?"
"Ummm, if I recall, you told me to get Britt and come in. That's exactly what I did. It's not my fault you're paranoid. Now do we have water or pizza in this dump?"
"Do you think I have any Santana? Demanding much?"
"Hey guys come here, I found a stash of…liquor."
Santana whipped her head around to look for where Brittany's voice could be coming from. There were two other doors that Quinn hadn't checked yet and one that unexpectedly slid open behind the bar counter.
"She's in there," Santana pointed to the gaping blackness that was the wooden wall. Stepping inside, Santana shivered. It was much cooler than outside. Her hands found shelves of metal that she used to guide her through the room. Her eyes soon adjusted. Brittany's blonde hair revealed her position on the far right of the room. She was going through a crate of glass bottles, probably liquor like she'd said. Quinn followed behind Santana till all three girls were huddled in the corner of the room.
"I was just in need of a drink. Which one do you suggest baby?" Although Santana had built the bar in their house, wines and liquor were more Brittany's forte. Santana was a cocktail gal. Brittany squinted over the dates of several bottles before handing one over to Santana.
"Stand back Fabray, you might get stabbed by an unfortunate piece of glass." Quinn heeded the warning very aware that Santana might make the glass fly her way on purpose. Santana smirked, satisfied. She flipped a knife out of her back pocket and cut off the top of the bottle in one strong lash. The liquid fizzled out the top of the jagged hole. Santana threw her head back and let the thick red wine fall into her mouth. "This is good baby." She handed the bottle to Brittany.
"It's quite nice," Brittany commented and took another hit. "So what do we do now?"
"We wait for the boys to get here; I hope for my sake, they bring food. I don't know how long I can stand Santana's murmuring." Quinn eyed the bottle in Brittany's hand that transferred back to Santana's hand.
"Want some Fabray?" Santana lifted one eyebrow. Without waiting for an answer, she threw the bottle to Quinn. She caught it awkwardly glad she'd gripped it around the bottom rather than the jagged neck. "Nice moves Quinn, now I'm semi comfortable leaving Brittany in your care if I'm not around. But who am I kidding? Brittany's probably saved your ass more times than the other way around."
Quinn flipped Santana's comment off. She checked the time; her fluorescent watch showed four pm; the boys should be joining them in around half-an-hour.
"So, what are we supposed to do?" Santana sunk to the floor. It was dusty, but not more than she already was.
"And I'd thought you'd had enough adventure for a day." Quinn joined her. Brittany decided to lay down on one of the empty shelves above the other two girls.
"Santana has very high stamina," Brittany said nonchalantly, "she can go days without food but she needs something to do. On the weekends we have sex marathons if we aren't out hiking or at the shooting range."
"You obviously never had high discretion Britt," Quinn had gotten accustomed to what she called 'Santana and Brittany's public TMI announcements'.
Fifteen minutes passed when Santana picked up the sound of an engine. "Is that them or is someone stealing our car Quinn?"
"Let's hope it's not the latter," Quinn grumbled, a little mad for not parking it in a more hidden location.
"Hey, Santana, Brittany, Quinn!" The voice of Puck rang through the empty room. The girls appeared back into the waning daylight.
"Took you long enough, is there food?" Santana got straight to the point.
"Chinese," Mike hefted a bag full of foam boxes.
"Was hoping for Pizza but Chinese will do." Puck led them all to the room with the ruined sofa and Mike set the food out on the table. They all sprung for the foam boxes. When everybody had filled their stomachs, the five agents began to discuss their situation. Mike had to light a few lanterns as the sun had set.
"You guys are wanted still, which means you're going to have to lay low."
"Not a problem, Britt and I actually need you guys to help with that."
"We want to leave the country and get a fresh start." Brittany shared a moment with Santana. Even though they were being hunted down, they felt free from the lives they led and the lies they kept from each other before.
"If that's what you two want then we'll do all we can to help," Puck said. "It won't be easy because your names are at the top of the list, but we're going to try."
"So what does that mean for us now?" Santana asked.
"This really isn't a secure hiding place," Quinn offered. "Tomorrow, we'll transport you to an underground holding that's just been finished. The boss won't know it's done till I tell him since I'm in charge of overseeing the operation. I could delay that for a while."
"Good," Mike said, "Puck and I will make sure you're stocked for a few weeks." "
"The plan is to direct the focus on that guy. Hopefully, everyone will be distracted for long enough to get you new identities and ship you out of the country. You'll be on your own from there."
"Sounds like a plan," Santana stood and stretched. Her stomach was full and heavy, her eyes drooped; the action of the day was finally having an effect on her. She wanted nothing more than to curl up beside her wife and sleep. "Well, I think I want to hit the sack. Wake me up when we're leaving tomorrow. Baby?" Santana put her hand out for Brittany to grasp. "I wonder if there will be a corner to snuggle in."
"We should all retire for the night, but we need to take shifts." Puck sorted out, "Mike and I will take the first shifts; we'll do three hours each. Then you girls sort out who will do the next one hour shift and so on; can't be too careful."
Everyone agreed then moved about trying to find a place to settle down. The other two rooms that went unchecked were a bathroom and a small bedroom. Santana and Brittany claimed the bedroom 'for obvious reasons' that to everyone else didn't seem obvious.
"You two are not having sex; that defeats the whole purpose of resting." Quinn complained.
"What, like you and Mike are any better. Or have you not gotten to that part yet?"
Quinn and Mike went red.
"You guys are totally getting it on, nothing to be ashamed about. Now we could argue all night or you can just give Britts and me the bed."
"And where am I supposed to sleep?"
"You could join us!" Brittany perked up, eager to be the one offering the solution. "That way Santana and I won't be able to do anything and you can't sleep with Mike!"
"Britt," Santana scolded for totally ruining her plan; the plan being to keep silent and christen the bed.
"Hey guys, a moment?" Puck held up his ringing phone. At once, Brittany, Santana, Quinn and Mike leaned in to see who was calling.
"It's an unidentifiable number," Santana recognized immediately. If it was either of their bosses, then they would be able to trace the call to their location so the option to accept the call was, well, unacceptable. "You can't pick it up, that phone is not secure."
"What are we going to do?" The room remained silent. The ringing kept on.
"We could trace the source, if only we had some hardware."
"The truck! I'll get my gear." Puck left the phone in Quinn's hand.
"Odd number," Brittany observed, "nothing I've ever seen before." Santana nodded in agreement. "That's the only thing that makes me think it's not the boss. The numbers I received were never this skewered."
"Give me the sim," Puck said when he got back and powered his hi-tech computer. Quinn complied, turning off the calling device and handing Puck the slim card. He slipped it into a special reading machine attached to a well-built computer. The computer scanned the latest call information and presented a coded screen with the location, type of calling device, name of owner and everything.
"Not from the office," Puck confirmed, "The calls from Massachusetts, it's being forwarded through a scrambling system so no one can trace the number. The owner's name is SPSY EKZMZFZM, also coded."
"Sorry to pop the bubble," Santana spoke up amongst the speculation of what the name could be, "but even if the call is safe to receive, our location could still be traced because WE don't have a secure line."
"Wrong, this baby has a built in. I'll run the sim into the program. If they call again we can talk without revealing our location."
"Forgot about that," Santana muttered, "always used the straight forward stuff to get the job done."
"Now we wait it out, it's got to be something to do with you guys or Flanagan." Puck pointed out, "otherwise, my phone wouldn't be ringing."
"Speaking of the devil, there's a line trying to connect!" Quinn gasped. All eyes were drawn to the screen. Without hesitation, Puck clicked 'receive call'.
"Let me do the talking guys," Puck said as the running green dots showed connection was being established. A crackle came through the speaker and then a low buzzing sound.
"Who's there?" Puck addressed first.
"You know who I am; the real question is who am I speaking to?" Immediately everyone in the room recognized the unmistakable thick Irish accent.
"What the F*ck is he calling us for?" Santana mouthed to Brittany. She shrugged in response.
"I won't give you my name, but we'll agree that I'm not on your side."
"Fair enough, all I care about is if you have access to the two assassins who are trying to kill me."
Puck hesitated on what to answer, "Contact can be established. What do you want with them?"
"I have a proposition," The voice sounded creepier by the second. "Those two have caused me so much trouble, and I'm afraid that will never stop. They thwarted my business just as it was about to be complete. Should I forgive them for it? I can't imagine you would."
"Umm, the proposition," Puck cleared his throat. The little confession was becoming a little embarrassing to listen to.
"Oh right, right. Of course my plans go further than the elimination of those two. Ultimately the people who sent them will have to pay as well; but first things first. I'd like to get them out of my way. I hear they are wanted for not being able to catch me."
"I won't waste my time listening to you if you don't have anything to tell me," Puck drove in hard.
"Fine, fine, here's the proposition. You tell those two bitches to hand themselves in and I won't harm their precious Broadway friend."
"Rachel?" Quinn gasped. Her voice would have carried through to the other side if Mike hadn't covered her mouth in time.
"You know which one?"
"No, I don't. You are going to have to be more specific on the details."
"Well, this is what I want. A public arrest of those two troublemakers and a confirmed death. If I'm not satisfied, Rachel Berry dies. They have two days before I make my move."
The team found themselves suddenly awake after the call was disconnected.
"There's no way around it," Puck ran his hand through his newly buzzed hair. "It's you two or Rachel Berry."
"There's always a way out!" Quinn paced the floor. "We can work around this."
"Look who knows if he even has Rachel, he could be bluffing." Santana added to the discussion. "I'm not giving myself up, no way. I'm sorry, I love Rachel but…maybe we should check the facts first."
"We could place an anonymous call to the police about Rachel's disappearance; if she really is then…we've really got to start thinking." Mike said.
"Yeah, we should make sure Rachel is actually in danger first."
"What are you guys saying" Quinn's voice rose above the rest, "We're just going to assume he's lying? What if he isn't? By the time we find out Rachel's status not only will it be cutting it close to the deadline or too late, but the police will be all over it."
"Which could work in our favor," Brittany stated.
"Or make him more desperate, he may even limit your time. He's holding all the cards, you can't fight that."
All five of them slumped into their seats. The night that had started with so much hope had spiraled down.
"Okay, let's look at this objectively." Puck produced a sheet of paper and a pen. "Let's assume that Flanagan is telling the truth. He has motive for getting back at Santana and Brittany."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Secondly, from his little foreword I could tell he was mostly afraid that Santana and Brittany would ruin him further. There's a chance we could negotiate with him if we confirmed Santana and Brittany would not interfere with his business ever again. That's off the table if he still wants revenge though."
"Having stated those points, if indeed we have to play his little game, what are some ways we could gain leverage or pull a move over him? With the limited time we have, what's the next alternative?"
"The code," Santana suggested, "If Brittany cracked it, could we find the location and rescue Rachel?" It wasn't the best idea but it was a possible one nonetheless.
"Okay, I'll write up that option." Puck jotted it down. "Other ideas?"
"There really are only two options," Quinn sighed, "save or sacrifice?"
"I was just thinking," Everybody turned their attention to Brittany who had been rather quiet the whole time. "We were talking about bluffing, if he can do it than we can do it. I'm not saying that he is but what if we staged our arrest?"
"Now that would be possible, except for the public element. It would basically mean handing you over to agency and then saving you before they put bullets through your head."
"A bit risky, but maybe worth a shot. Write it down Puck." He did as Mike said but looked unconvinced that the plan would work.
"So, we have two alternatives as of now." Puck informed. From the looks on his team's faces, they were tired and not able to think of anything else.
"I'd like to add to Brittany's idea," Santana sat up straight. "What if we actually staged the arrest? Look, Puck and Mike could easily pass as policemen with the right uniform. Public arrest means being arrested in public right? So we find some quiet street to act out the arrest. And have you ever seen those edited clips of the president singing call me maybe? I'm sure we could create a convincing news clip of the police chief announcing we've been caught. We could send it straight to Flanagan and arrange to get Rachel, problem solved." Santana caught her breath as she waited for the other's reactions.
"That actually sounds do-able, but maybe my mind hasn't seen the fault in that plan yet – it's late."Quinn finally spoke.
"Alright, so we've got three options so far. Why doesn't everyone sleep on it and we'll see how they sound tomorrow morning." Puck rolled up the paper and left to take first shift.
The morning brought demands for coffee rather than any new ideas.
"Anything we do at this point is risky," Santana ranted. "Why do I even have responsible feelings for Rachel Berry! I knew she was always going to be trouble."
"Santana, calm down," Brittany took her hand and made her sit on the couch. "You know Rory is just a boy who's whining that someone broke his toy castle right? Kids are easily tricked, and once he's been suitably satisfied he'll move on to something else. I'm not really concerned about Rachel right now."
"You're not?" The whole room practically shouted. Brittany was taken aback that they were all listening in to her private conversation with Santana.
"Quinn, do you remember when I played assistant to Jesse St. James? Well, I went through some of his notes and he seems to be suspicious about Rory's affection towards Rachel. I think Rory likes her."
"So you don't think he'll really hurt her?"
"No, I'm just saying that a lot of people like Rachel. Even Santana does but she won't admit it."
"I definitely won't" Santana replied stubbornly.
"Once the news is out that she's missing, lots of people are gonna be looking for her. That might make Rory press us even harder, but since we have a plan that won't be a problem, or he could just release her on public demand. Capturing a Broadway star is serious business, and then there's the possibility that he won't hurt her because he likes her too."
"So we're still going with the fake arrest plan?" Mike concluded.
"It's our best option," Puck looked around for any objections. "Well then, let's not waste anymore time. First order of the day, someone write a press release about Rachel Berry's kidnap. I can embed it into several popular websites; it should take off on its own from there. And we've got to get police uniforms."
"Mike and Puck, you go get the uniforms. I'll look around for a location to film the arrest. Santana and Brittany," Quinn put on her 'stern mom' voice, "Stay here and use that make-up kit to paint some bruises or shit, I want you to look beaten up. I trust you two can keep your hands off each other for at least that long."
"Wait, shouldn't one of us men stay and guard the girls?" Puck motioned to Mike. It was obvious he wasn't offering to baby-sit.
"Oh, please. Just because Chang is Asian and has killer abs doesn't mean he's anything out of a kung-fu film. I feel insulted. You don't think I can take care of myself? I mean, do I have to tell everyone how I beat the crap out of you in training?"
"She did?" Mike looked at Puck.
"I went soft on her once or twice." No one was buying his lie apparently. "Fine, let's just leave these ladies to fend for themselves. Come on Mike."
Quinn left as well, taking Mike's pick-up. "I don't care who get's lunch!" Santana ran after the two cars, "but I want Pizza and a friggin cold frappechino!"
It was mid afternoon, 3 o'clock to be precise, by the time both cars came rumbling through the wooden trail. Santana and Brittany were thoroughly saturated physically, although now Santana was hungrier than ever. They had done a non-stop sex marathon on the counter, on the sofa, in the bathroom, twice in the bedroom and in the liquor dungeon. Brittany had decided that rough sex would be the perfect way to get the 'rough and beaten' look and Santana couldn't have agreed more.
"Pizza," Puck announced and slammed a tall stack of boxes onto the table. He and Mike looked 'official' in their stolen police outfits.
"Is that a size too small Puckerman? You're boobs are showing," Santana said, nevertheless she had to agree with Quinn's leering eyes that a man in uniform was hot.
"Couldn't find a better fit," He said as he dug in. Santana didn't hear him, she was busy imagining Brittany in a police suit and trying to remember if they'd ever done a robber and police role-play. Nope, she thought, otherwise she would have remembered how exploding lava hot her woman had looked. She bit into her supreme cheese pizza with that thought in mind.
"You guys got nothing done," Quinn observed.
"Why, don't we like we've been torn apart and used as punching bags?" Brittany replied cheekily and with her mouth full.
"Uh, no. It looks like you two took advantage of having the place to yourselves and had sex."
"Rough sex," Santana corrected.
"Remind me why I'm helping you?"
"Because you're living vicariously through us since you and baker boy have a non-existent sex life," Santana cackled, the contents of her mouth on full display.
Quinn was too disgusted to answer; she grabbed a bacon topped pizza as consolation for just losing that round to Santana. "Once I get rid of you, I hope I never have to see you again."
"Don't worry Quinny, we'll bring the kids over for Christmas."
Instead of slapping Santana across the face she held her pizza so firmly, the cheese oozed through her fingers.
Quinn led the way to the small town street she had found earlier. It was ambiguous enough to pass as any street in the greater area of New York City.
"So, while Santana and Brittany were busy not being productive, do not insert joke about making lady babies, I set up a few low quality street camera's on these buildings."
"This is a cool walkie talkie," Puck fiddled with object when he was supposed to be clipping it to his belt. "We should invest in some for our next mission."
"Leaving the scene, remember?" Santana pointed to herself.
"Right,"
"Why don't you two quit playing around?" Quinn said exhausted of all patience. "The sooner we get this done, the sooner I can edit and sent this video to Ireland. Come on everyone, get in place and make this realistic."
Outside the cameras' view, Quinn watched Santana and Brittany walk casually down the street unawares. Out of the blue, shouting began followed by Mike and Puck appearing around the corner. The two officers quickly gaining on the unsuspecting couple and a great struggle ensued.
"Bitch, what was that for," Puck stumbled away from the fighting going on amongst the other three. Mike stopped to see if Puck was okay and was rewarded with a shove in the butt by Santana's boot. He ended up sprawled on the floor.
"Guy's, what the fuck!" Quinn screamed in frustration. Mike looked hurt that she didn't seem to care that he'd been kicked in the ass. "Maybe we should give the uniforms to Santana and Brittany, you two ladies can play their part."
"We had it under control until she brought out her super hulk punch," Puck whined, his hand covered his swollen eye.
"She said to make it realistic," Brittany defended herself.
"Yeah, who knew you two would suck so bad."
"Shut it Santana, we're gonna have to start again. I need twenty seconds of footage, is that too much to ask for?"
The four got into position again. "Go." Quinn signaled and prayed to God nobody would fuck up this time.
Once again, Santana and Brittany took the path and the two boys chased them. Santana who had caught wind and who had jogged ahead realized that realistically she would never leave Brittany. Turning around, she ran back the way she came at full speed. Brittany turned her head to see where she was going just as Santana descended on her crying 'I'll save you!" It was that moment Puck collided with the rolling bodies of Santana and Brittany, his foot caught on the mass and he went flying in the air landing two meters away.
"My back!" He groaned.
Mike looked confused as to whether he should capture the two girls or help Puck. All in all, it was another failed attempt.
Quinn sighed.
After three more tries, she was finally satisfied that the four wouldn't give her a better performance if they tried for the twelve-hundredth time. "You all take a break," she said as she packed up all her gear – not that she thought they needed it.
Back at the old hide-out, Quinn was putting the final touch on her fake newscast. "Guys, where are we supposed to send this anyways?" She asked. Puck scratched his head; Rory hadn't given them an address.
"We could try calling the number again."
"Good idea Britt," Puck set up his computer, powered it and dialed the last number.
"It's connecting," Santana got a peek at the screen from behind Brittany. Damn her short height, but no, she'd never give up Brittany's long legs for anything.
"Everyone can see that Santana, calm your tits."
Once the call connected, everybody held their breaths.
"Did you do as I told you?" the thick accent came through without a greeting. Rude.
"You missed the afternoon news I see," Puck answered haughtily. The ball was in their court now.
"I have been keeping track, I didn't see any news of arrest or death for that manner."
"Well, I happen to have a clip for you. Give me an address and I'll send it."
A meaningless addressed popped up on screen and Puck forwarded the clip. "Did you get it?"
"I'll be in touch,"
"No, hold on," Puck demanded, "Stay connected. Watch the video and then we'll talk."
The next ten minutes ticked by in silence. Rory must be watching the part where the screen was showing shots of Santana's and Brittany's bloody heads because a high-pitched gasp was heard. Yeah, Santana and Brittany had put the make-up to use per Quinn's request without making-out, a very difficult feat since Brittany wanted to know how it would feel like to make-out with a zombie.
Quinn held her breath wondering if Rory would buy into the fake arrest.
"I will release Rachel Berry tonight behind the theater." Rory finally said, "Meet me at midnight, and come alone."
"You better hold up your side of the deal man," Puck threatened before hanging up. "Well, we've got two hours to be there."
"Can't Puck and Mike pick Rachel up?" Santana murmured, she didn't see why they all had to go. "Hello, our lives are in danger too, shouldn't Britts and I be going to the secret hide-away place?"
"Talk about team spirit Santana, what if those people pull something on Puck? Mikes a nice guy but harmless against trained agents."
"Since when is Rachel more important than me?"
"That's not even the point Santana, you're so full of yourself."
"San," Brittany broke into the argument, "Our friends have been really helpful, we have to help them in time of need too."
Quinn smirked at how Brittany could so easily subdue Santana.
The two cars were safely parked in the shadows by the time the second party came into the street headlights blasting. "Okay, I'm going to approach them first. Quinn, watch my back," Everybody heard Puck through their connected communication system. "Santana and Brittany, stay in the car. Mike make sure they don't get out unless our asses are in danger."
"Like Mike's gonna stop us,"
"Santana can't you shut up for two seconds?"
"I'm keeping everyone entertained Fabray,"
"Now you both shut up," Puck said, "They're coming out of the car." He walked forward as three figures came towards him. "Let her walk," Puck commanded seeing Rachel in the middle of two men.
The men beside her made no move to release Rachel. As they got closer, Puck could make out the one on the left was Rory Flanagan himself. Fucking stupid.
"I have another message for your boss," Flanagan held onto Rachel. Her mouth was taped and her hands were bound behind her back.
"What should I tell them," Puck said bored at this back and forth game.
"Take him," Rory ordered and before Puck could say 'what the fuck' five men came out of nowhere. They descended on him all at once. He punched one of them in the stomach but was soon overpowered. He wormed helplessly on the ground as he avoided being handcuffed. It was difficult as all he could feel were the blows to his face and sides.
"No one likes a traitor," Rory Flanagan sighed pitifully watching the scene. Just before Puck blacked out oxygen filled his lungs again and he saw two bodies fly.
Santana was taking on two guys. With one kick to the goons, she sent the one in front of her crashing into the trio of Rory, Rachel and body guard. The assailant on her back was dealt with judo style. Santana slammed his body onto the pavement and dug her elbows into his sides. She finished him off with a shot to the head.
Quinn had taken care of another thug and the one Santana kicked didn't look like he could stand as he cowered, clutching his baby-making sac. This left two thugs, Rory, and the body guard. Brittany had somehow grabbed Rachel and taken her safely to the car.
A loud rumbling came from behind Santana, Brittany, Quinn, and Puck. They formed a blockade as Mike raced off with Rachel, safe and sound.
"Well, looks like it's just you guys left," Santana cocked her gun.
"You lied!" Rory cried, looking from Brittany to Santana.
"Too bad for you potato head."
There really wasn't any plan from this point forward so Santana took matters into her own hands. "You guys ready?" She said loud enough for only her team to hear.
"What are you planning to do?" Quinn barely finished speaking when Santana sent a blistering shot right at Rory. He jumped out of the way with a boyish squeal. Unfortunately, Santana had missed him but she effectively started a shooting war.
"You couldn't even hit the target?" Puck said in disbelief as he jumped behind a garbage deposit.
"Not the plan,"
"I know the plan! Let's go honey," Brittany ran to a door in the wall and stuck the butt of her gun into the rusty lock, it gave way.
"What? You do? What's the plan?" Puck and Quinn said in unison as they held fire long enough for Santana and Brittany to disappear into the building.
"Did those two ungrateful bitches just bail on us?" Quinn sighed.
Seeing Santana and Brittany leave their comrades, Rory ordered his three men to advance.
"They're getting closer,"
"We have to try for the car, we'll get in contact with those two later."
With no better alternative, Puck and Quinn made a dash for the vehicle. At first, all around them sparks and bullets narrowly missed them but then the firing stopped. Puck took a look over his shoulder to see that all three men were on the ground, shot in the back. From one of the balcony's Santana was descending like a queen gun blazing and a satisfied smirk permanently etched on her face. Further beyond, Brittany came out of another side door and was yanking Rory Flanagan out of his car by the hair. Thanks to Santana, the gas tank had leaked all the gas out and the car wouldn't start.
"That was the plan?" Puck asked breathlessly.
"Bitches get stuff done," Santana shrugged and winked at Brittany who was dragging the man-boy along.
"Now what are we going to do with you?"
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