What's this? Another chapter? In only one day? Sometimes I even surprise myself. Yeah Gladrag, I think 'fics' is the right word. So this one's a little more actiony. Enjoy
We got out of the car and surveyed the area. Place was quiet, it wasn't disserted but was just quiet in a calm. There wasn't really anything there. A café, a pub and a couple of small guesthouses. I stood on the corner of St. James Street and tried to get into the mindset of this leak and then it hit me. Directly across the street, a church, St. Arnold's church. No one who was morally ethical would storm and search a house of God. Luckily for us, Blizzard wasn't exactly an ethical unit. I called over Vic.
"We'll check the church." I stated, clearly from her expression she had her reserves. "Don't worry, I'm very respectful of holy ground. I won't damage the church's interior." I flashed another reassuring smile. I searched through my pockets and took out the orange tub of painkillers and took two more. "Right, lets get go." We made our way toward the church.
We slowly climbed the small set of stone steps leading up to the tall rock arch and the through the large dark wooden doors. The church had a chill to it with its apparent ice-cold pillars that stood at different points of the church. There was a long purple carpet that led down the middle between the multiple rows of pews and straight to the alter at the very end, with a light brown wooden cross above it. The church was almost completely empty, just the priest in his long white and blow cloth and a few men who sat and stood near the front. Above the whole room there was a large chandelier style set of lights. After only a few moments I knew it.
"This is the place." I whispered as I turned to face her.
"Are you sure?" She whispered back.
"Positive. Look at this place. There isn't a single elderly person here. Every church here in England will have at least one pensioner. And it's about 12 o'clock." I continued to explain, "The Priest hasn't started his afternoon service and their meant to have one, regardless of numbers." I looked around the room once more. "And those guys at the front, what would you say, early to mid 30's? What 30-year-old goes to church in the middle of the day? Then there's the fact none of them are actually praying." I looked out towards the outside. "You should head back and wait outside encase this all goes south while I'm investigating this place." I said encase like there was the possibility of this NOT going to shit. She gave an understanding smile and exited.
I walked over to a small confession box on the right side of the room. As I made my way closer to the box the priest headed for it too. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. I sat inside the small dark booth and waited for the priest to get in on the other side. We sat in silence for a moment; I could faintly see an outline of him through the window.
"It is ok my child, confession your sins." The priest finally spoke.
"Well father, I've done many a bad thing." I responded. "Terrible things. I've hurt many people."
"My child, the devil taints and challenges us every day. It is only until you accept our Lord Father into your heart may you begin you're journey of reconcile in the eyes of our Lord."
"I cannot Father, I still must to another terrible act. I must hurt another man."
"Please my child, allow me to help you to start your journey. Who is this man?"
"That's my worry father, I do not know who he is. I just know he is a traitor."
I waited for some kind of reaction; see if I could get anything off him. There was a long silence and then suddenly I heard a click and I knew that wasn't a good sign. I quickly ducked forward as there was a raging bang and the wooden window was blown to pieces. I hurled myself through the door and landed on the ground. I quickly turned onto the back as the other door open. I was able to pull out my revolver as the priest appeared, holding a standard issue pump-action shotgun. I fired two rounds into him, his body shook, dropping the shotgun and falling back into the booth. I looked down the aisle and saw one of the men charging up the aisle, firing an Uzi submachine gun. I rolled along the ground, grabbing the shotgun and dodging the hail bullets that were striking the ground behind me. As soon as there was a break in the firing I stopped and fired the shotgun point blank at the man and he was through backward on impact. I jumped up and was met by more gunfire from the other men on the other end of the church. I ducked down for cover behind the pews and slowly made my way to the back of the church. I pinned down. With 3 of them it was a continuous screen of bullets, I couldn't get a good round off. I fired the shotgun blankly towards them but no luck.
From my cover I could spot the chain that held the lights up. The lights were wide enough to create a decent amount of damage. I had to get it in one I couldn't waste the bullets. I took a deep breath to focus myself. I lined up my shot and squeezed the trigger. Lucky shot. The chain snapped and the lights began to fall. I peeked over the pews to watch its impact. Sparks flew everywhere and the lights smashed into one of the men's heads and then crushed him. The remaining men took cover. As the lights crashed the main doors opened and Vic entered, her face instantly turned to shock and she froze at the scene in front of her. She just stood there and the men began to move out of cover again. I raced toward Vic and tackled her into cover and out of harm's reach. She was lying upon the ground looking up and me as I loomed over her.
"I thought I told you to stay outside?" I asked
"Well I heard a bang. I just wanted to check on you." Her pupils were dilating and she was looking flustered, must have been realisation she could of died moments ago.
"Hey, you!" A croaky voice said from behind us. I twisted behind me and shot the man and I snapped back to Vic.
"Just stay here until I say so." I ordered.
I looked back up, just one left. I slinked to the end of the pew, next to the middle aisle. I was out of shotgun ammo so I decided to just charge the last one. I sprinted down the aisle and the man lifted himself to fire I dived forward into a combat while the bullets flew overhead. I then jumped up and fired my last two rounds into him.
"Clear!" I called out. Vic slowly appeared from behind one of the pillars. "Look around for anything that looks suspicious or out of place." Vic was starting to look nervous and reluctant to move. "Don't worry. They're dead. Though they may twitch, it's just a muscle spasm. Vic cautiously stepped over the corpse and started look around the room. I searched also, trying to stay in the mindset. "If I were to hide secrets, where would I put them?" I quietly said to myself.
The Alter, that's it. I made my way up to it, it wall long, sleek and white. I ran my fingers along the underside of it to see if there was a switch or a button. I found a button, Bingo. I pressed it and part of the top of the table slid open, sounding like when doors opened in Star Trek. Once it opened Vic joined me to investigate. We gazed inside to find a thick folder. This must have been some kind of safe drop-box.
Suddenly a door behind us flew open and stormed out another one of the men. He flung a throwing knife at us and I quickly got Vic out of the way. I then charged at the man karate kicked him, sending him backwards onto his back. I turned back to Vic who was huddled down on the ground.
"You alright?" I asked. She just nodded. I went back to the table to grab the file. I lent in and picked it up. As I was moved back I looked over at Vic. She was staring at me; eyes wide open like a dear caught in the headlights. "What?"
"Knife. You. The. Have. A." She nervously stuttered. "You have a knife in your back!" She finally got out. I turned to look over my shoulder and a knife handle quickly met my gaze. A very close knife handle. I gave a slight scuff.
"Well it's more in the shoulder than the back but I guess they're equally as awkward."
"We need to get you to a hospital!" the panic continued to rise in her tone.
"No, No." I rejected. "No hospitals. We'll have to go to The Doc."
"The Doc?"
"Well I guess it's time for you to meet the team."
Action Packed I know right!? What's in the file? Who's 'The Doc'? And Will Striker survive the knife wound? Tune in next time for another exciting installment of THE RAT RACE! Don't forget to review. also, tell me what you think of his name?