The following morning
Sunday
West Ridge
Dave and I were in the kitchen having breakfast when Josh and Chloe appeared.
"So, how was it for you, Chloe!" I asked, innocently.
"Sounded very good from where we were!" Dave added and smirked at Josh. "You must have hit the spot, boy!"
Chloe just bit her lip and refused to say anything, but both had insane grins on their faces! Dave dished up some breakfast.
"Hope you washed your hands, Josh, after...!" Dave teased, just as Josh was reaching for his plate.
Chloe exploded.
"Okay, jeez! I had my first orgasm and it almost fucking killed me; scared the shit outta Josh, too!" Chloe exclaimed, with a giggle.
"And..." I prompted.
"It was awesome!" Chloe said, as she giggled and smiled till it must have hurt, with both hands over her face, as she blushed bright red!
"Well done Josh! You must have magic fingers like Dave!" I said, laughing.
Chloe actually leant over and gave Josh a kiss on the cheek, which made then him blush bright red!
Later that morning
Safehouse A
We rode to the safehouse and settled down to some constructive training.
By constructive, I meant separating Chloe and Josh, so that they could concentrate on the task in hand!
We got the compound bows out again and started practicing, using special training arrows, which had safer points. For a bit of fun, Dave wore his combat suit and allowed us to shoot at him, which also gave him an opportunity to try some defensive moves against the arrows, both with and without shields. The idea was that if Dave could deflect an arrow, then so could an enemy, so we would then come up with a defence, against the defence!
I was very annoyed to find that Chloe was a lot better, than me, when it came to aiming the bow. We also practiced with a quiver; learning to shoot an arrow, pull another arrow and shoot again, in as short a time as possible. This wasn't easy! I enjoyed the opportunity to shoot things at Dave, but I kept missing, which was starting to irk, especially as Chloe was almost always on target and Josh wasn't far behind! That must be the personal training! I had to admit, Chloe had quite a spring to her step now! She had told me earlier, that she had watched Josh this time and agreed that it was cool, but still refused to use her mouth!
By lunchtime, I had worked out the bow and was getting my arrows on target. There was no weapon that Hit Girl couldn't master! I went out to grab some pizzas, while Dave got out of his combat suit and Josh and Chloe tidied up the bows and arrows.
We enjoyed the pizzas and had a good laugh, mostly at Josh's and Chloe's expense!
"Okay screamer!" I said to Chloe, getting up and heading to the armoury.
"I am not a screamer!" Chloe insisted.
"So what was that scream at eleven o'clock last night, then?" I asked.
"A one off!" Chloe growled.
"Nothing wrong with it! Just so the neighbour's don't hear!" I quipped and received a nasty glare in return.
"Okay! No more sex talk! Here," I said, passing Chloe a training bō-staff. "Go and burn off some of that sexual tension!"
"Jackal, here boy!" I called, with a smirk.
"Woof!" Josh said, appearing in the armoury.
"Josh, you're only encouraging her!" Chloe advised.
"I can handle Mindy, don't you worry!" Josh replied.
"Okay! Josh, this is a 'Ninja-To'. It is smaller than a Katana, but larger than a Tanto and has a straight blade," I explained, handing him the sword, still in it's saya. "Be very careful, as you pull it out, or you might lose those fabulous fingers that Chloe enjoys so much!"
I watched as Josh, slowly eased the blade out and his eyes went wide, as he examined the highly polished sword. I noticed that his hand seemed to be shaking. Josh seemed nervous about wielding the blade.
"Try some moves with it. Just don't kill anybody!" I said, seriously and suggested a few basic moves.
Once Josh had mastered some of the basic moves, primarily for defence, I decided to put him to the test. I grabbed a Bokken, or wooden practice sword.
"Now watch me, I'm going to move slowly, much more slowly than for real and I'm gonna be gentle," I said.
I don't think either Josh or Chloe actually believed me, but in this instance I was going to go slowly, so he could learn. He needed to master the basics, before we could move on. There was a time for fun and games, but also a time for serious training.
I showed Josh how to deflect basic attacks and let him work up the pace, as well as showing him some more complex attacks for him to defend against.
An hour later, I called time.
"Well done Josh!" I said. "You did well, very well. I'm impressed!"
"Thanks, Mindy!" Josh replied, with an enormous grin.
"Wow! I think Mindy likes you!" Chloe said, laughing. "Finally!"
That evening
Safehouse A
It had been almost a month, since we last went out and I hoped that the Russians would have settled down!
Battle Guy was running comms, from his apartment. Kick-Ass and I would be on our motorcycles, hurray! We would patrol out, from the Safehouse, towards the centre of Chicago.
..._...
We had been out almost an hour and it was such a rush, being on my Ducati and being with my partner; I couldn't have been happier!
We were cruising east, side by side, when I registered a gun shot and immediately slammed on my brakes and skidded to a halt. I listened and heard another gunshot, so I span around and accelerated back, before I then took a left turn. Kick-Ass made a rapid one-eighty and followed.
"Battle Guy, I heard two gunshots... Hold on, I have two men exchanging shots... One just went down hard!" I called, skidded to a halt and drew a pistol.
"Battle Guy copies"
"Stop!" I yelled and received a bullet as a reply.
Kick-Ass stopped beside me.
"Fuck! Battle Guy, the dead man is a Cop! In pursuit now!" I called and the accelerated after the running assassin, followed by Kick-Ass.
The man vanished into a multi-storey parking lot. I skidded around a car exiting the parking lot and passed through the barrier, before it came down and I then headed directly at the man, who raised his pistol and fired at me. I swung in behind a parked SUV, climbed off and returned fire, just as Kick-Ass came past at speed, on his Fat Boy and cracked the man around the head with a baton, putting him down.
Kick-Ass came back around and stopped.
"Battle Guy. The shooter is down hard! We're all clear!" Kick-Ass called.
"Battle Guy copies all clear!"
..._...
I went over to check on the downed man, he was coming around.
"ублюдок!" The man said, rubbing his head. ['Motherfucker!']
"You speak English cunt?" I growled.
"Of course I do, bitch!" The man responded.
"You killed a Cop, why should I let you live?" I growled.
"You shouldn't, because then I'd come after you!" The man promised.
"Your threats mean nothing to me, cunt!" I responded truthfully.
"You wanting to go to war, against us?" The man asked, incredulously.
"This is my City! I will not have Cops killed, in my City!" I growled, angrily. "By murdering Russian scum!"
"Don't start what you cannot finish, Hit Girl!" The man advised, then I shot him in the head!
"Let's go Kick-Ass!" I said and walked over to the Ducati.
We could hear sirens approaching, so left the scene fast.
"Battle Guy! The Russian is dead, we're clearing the area!" I called.
"Battle Guy copies!"
"Kick-Ass, I think we're going to war!" I growled.
"Could be fun!" Kick-Ass replied, dryly.
An hour later
South Chicago
"Knock! Knock!" I yelled, as Kick-Ass gave the door a good kick.
As the door burst open, I rolled into the room and came up with both pistols aimed and shot the first two men that raised weapons. The next pair of men managed to get off two shots each, all of which impacted my armour and almost made me lose my balance, before Kick-Ass nudged me forward with his foot and double-tapped each man in the head. I jumped up and moved forward, with Kick-Ass beside me.
A head appeared and Kick-Ass promptly removed it, then the big guns came out. I threw myself down, as I recognised the distinctive sound of an AKS-74U assault rifle. Kick-Ass followed, ignoring the two rounds that hit his armour.
"They seem to have some impressive firepower!" Kick-Ass said, calmly.
We both holstered our automatics and pulled around our G36C assault rifles. The AKS fire continued, over our heads. I slowly moved forwards, towards the doorway, that had the muzzle of an AKS-74U assault rifle sticking out of it. I reached up and grabbed the fore-sight, dragging the weapon through the door, closely followed by it's operator. I drove my fist into the man's shocked face, knocked him out and pulled the assault rifle out of his hands, before removing the magazine and throwing it across the room, which drew more automatic fire. This time it was smaller nine-millimetre rounds.
"Let's move Kick-Ass!" I called and advanced through the doorway. I fired several rounds into one man, who dropped his CZ Scorpion EVO 3 A1 sub-machine gun and followed the weapon to the floor, very, very dead. There were two more men, armed with the Scorpion sub-machine guns and they fired several rounds into my armour, before Kick-Ass cut down one man and I killed the other. There were no more Russians, so we started searching the rooms.
We found evidence of drug trafficking, involvement in grand theft auto and also people trafficking. There was also a large stash of weapons. These cunts needed to be taken down, they were a plague on Chicago. Unfortunately there was very little evidence
"Battle Guy, we're clearing out. I just have one or two items to pick-up," I called and got a strange look from Kick-Ass.
We called in the result to Voight and headed back to the safehouse.
"What the hell have you got strapped to the back of your motorcycle?" Kick-Ass asked.
"Spoils of war!" I replied, happily.
An hour earlier
After leaving the scene of the Cop killing, we had gone to meet Hank Voight.
"Sergeant Hank Voight, meet my partner, Hit Girl!" Kick-Ass said.
"Damn! You never mentioned how hot she was!" Voight replied, grinning.
I actually felt myself blushing, but thankfully the mask covered my cheeks!
"She's spoken for, Sergeant!" Kick-Ass warned, with a chuckle! "And yes she is!
Voight thanked us for catching and killing, the Cop killer, before getting down to business.
"That fucking asshole, Ralph D'Amico, has left the Russian Mafia dug in all over Chicago!" Voight said, angrily. "Now, those two assholes you caught last month, had some good stories to tell, including some addresses. Unfortunately, we would need somebody who was completely psychotic to go after these Russians. There are some complete nut jobs in the CPD, but none that psychotic!" Voight explained.
"Oh, I can help you there!" Kick-Ass replied, looking directly at me.
"I am not psychotic!" I growled.
"Yeah, right!" Kick-Ass laughed.
"Okay, you have your girl, Voight!" I responded.
"Wonderful!" Voight said, with a laugh. "I thought as much!"
We had then left Voight and headed towards that first address that Voight had provided.
Safehouse A
Back at the safehouse, I unloaded my new toys.
"Okay, what did you ah... acquire?" Dave, asked, pulling off his mask and comms.
"Снайперская винтовка укороченная," I replied.
"What?" Dave asked, following me into the armoury.
"SVU - Short Sniper Rifle," I replied placing the two large, plastic cases onto a table, before pulling off my mask and comms.
I opened both cases and revealed two compact sniper rifles.
"The 'Dragunov OTs-03 SVU' short sniper rifle," I said, happily.
"You have ammunition for those things?" Dave asked, hanging up his weapons.
"You really need to ask?" I replied, rolled my eyes, then pointed to a metal tin of 7.62x54-millimetre rounds; The writing on the tin was in Cyrillic.
"My mistake!" Dave replied, laughing.