Thursday night
Southern Chicago
I had a lot on my mind, as the three of us rode through the dark City.
The attack, the other night. Who was behind it? It couldn't have been that bastard, D'Amico. I know that he was pissed when we saw each other last week, but this was way too soon for him to arrange. Could he have prepared this ages ago? Had he just been waiting for the right moment to unleash his terror on Chicago?
So many questions, but so few answers!
"You still brooding?" Kick-Ass asked.
"You know me too well!" I replied.
"You worry too much, girl – we've weathered worse. I know you are worried about that asshole; but we've defeated him before – twice!" Kick-Ass went on.
"I know – but..."
"Sometimes you over think things – you worry about shit that will never happen. I know that's how Hit Girl was trained to work; but the worrying is gonna tear you apart."
"He does have a point!" Mist chimed in.
"He usually does!" I groused, knowing that Mist was right.
..._...
We rode in silence for a while, watching out for anything untoward.
An hour later it happened.
"Fusion, we have an attack brewing. Masked people gathering at 47th Street and Hoyne! I'm sending the position to your helmets!" Battle Guy called.
"We have it! ETA six minutes!" I responded and increased speed.
"SWAT is rolling, ETA ten minutes!"
We were two minutes away when Battle Guy called again.
"Shadow, Jackal and Medic are heading your way with Beast! ETA nine minutes! Reports indicate crowd of masked cunts is swelling to forty plus!"
More good news! I seriously hoped that somebody had miscounted, but that hope was dashed as we arrived at the scene. Forty would have been a nice low number compared to what I saw in front of me. Mist summed it up.
"Oh shit! We're fucked!"
"That would be about right!" I commented and saw Kick-Ass nodding.
..._...
We were parked up beside a Pizza Hut. Across the illuminated parking lot of the small mall, I saw a crowd of people. I took a close look at the crowd.
These people were different to those I had fought, the other night. These seemed more prepared for violence. Some wore body armour of varying quality and coverage. I saw a huge array of weaponry: Machetes of varying sizes, Katana swords, knives, baseball bats, chain whips and guns. Many guns.
The guns were interesting – they looked brand new. New pistols, new shotguns, new hunting rifles. Either these people had just turned over a gun store, or somebody was equipping them. Now this seemed like Ralph D'Amico!
The masked cunts were not aware of our arrival; we had been stealthy. I was pleased to see that SWAT were being stealthy too – no sirens, no flashing blue lights – as they pulled up.
I shook hands with the SWAT Team Leader, Matthews.
"Glad you're here, Hit Girl – these guys look serious!" He said.
"These are different from those of the other night. These cunts are better equipped – the weapons are all brand new!" I explained.
Matthews looked around at the masked cunts.
"They don't get much newer than that!" He agreed. "D'Amico?"
"As good a person to blame as any!" I replied.
SWAT had twelve men ready in body armour. We brought the number to fifteen. Shadow and Jackal would bring the figure to seventeen. Seventeen against what looked like fifty or so masked cunts.
Medic would stay with Beast and await friendly casualties, which at this point seemed inevitable.
The first shots of the night would be from SWAT.
They sent over a dozen teargas grenades into the crowd. There was very little wind that night, so the teargas would linger for a few minutes. We waited for the teargas to take effect. There was a lot of shouting and confusion. Nobody seemed to be in control of the masked cunts, which was good news. I noticed a few cunts leave the fight and head off, choking on the gas. They were seized by hidden Chicago PD Officers who had surrounded the area silently. Nobody was getting away from this, dead or alive!
..._...
At that point, Beast pulled up, driven by Medic.
Out jumped Shadow and Jackal. Kick-Ass went to the rear of Beast and drew out heavy weapons, including his AA-12. This time though the magazine was loaded with beanbag rounds. At this point we did not know who these cunts were, or if they deserved to die.
Of course, if they chose to fight us, then we would use lethal force. However, initially we would use non-lethal force wherever possible. On this line, Jackal was holding a Remington Model 870 pump-action shotgun that was loaded with seven rounds of XREP ammunition. The XREP looked like a high-tech shotgun shell. That was so it could be fired from a standard 12-gauge shotgun. But instead of firing pellets or a slug, these shells fired a small, self-contained Taser device that was capable of delivering the same debilitating effect as a handheld Taser gun – in this case for twenty seconds.
The advantage over a normal Taser was that several targets could be engaged by a single person and from a safe distance. Shadow would cover Jackal while he took down masked cunts. The more we put down with non-lethal force the less we would need to fight. The initial plan was for incapacitated cunts to be dragged out of the fight and passed to Officers who would secure them and send them for processing and interrogation.
Our good friend, Voight, would be undertaking the interrogations and I knew that he would get answers, one way or another!
Once the teargas had dissipated, we moved in with teams of two.
Naturally, I was with Kick-Ass. Mist would help a SWAT member with retrieving downed cunts.
Kick-Ass started firing his AA-12, sending beanbags into the crowd and the unsuspecting cunts were not amused. They fell to the ground nursing their bruised bodies. Jackal was starting further over and he had already incapacitated four men, who were even now being dragged off by SWAT. I covered Kick-Ass with my bō-staff. I used the staff itself rather than the blades, but some cunts were not amused at being attacked. They wanted to move through the City and cause trouble, but we were not going to let that happen without the cunts suffering a lot of blood and pain.
The cunts started to move away from us, but the crowd also started to split into two. This revealed the real fighters. In front of Kick-Ass and I were six large men, who seemed impervious to the beanbag rounds. I flexed my muscles and my bō-staff, before running forwards.
..._...
These men were out to kill; I could read their eyes. Kick-Ass was running behind me having passed off his AA-12 to a SWAT member. He had drawn his Ko-Wakizashi blades. He was now ready to support me in my attack.
The first man received both blades of my bō-staff in his gut. He went down slower than I had expected, but down he went, screaming and clasping his stomach. This only seemed to enrage the next man who drove his fist into my chest, pushing me backwards and I rolled to the side before regaining my feet and swiped the bō-staff around, severing the man's feet at the ankles. He crashed to the ground with a scream, but he still tried to grab for me, until I drove a bō-staff blade into his brain.
I drove my blade into the chest of the attacker.
The man grunted with the pain, but smirked at me, before attempting a punch, which I was able to fend off with my gauntlet. I felt a fist strike my back armour and stumbled forwards, releasing my Ko-Wakizashi and turning around to drive my other blade into the stomach of the other attacker and slashing him open, so yards of intestine spilled out onto the ground. The man fell, crushing his own guts and sending blood in an ever-increasing pool.
I retrieved my other blade and turned towards Hit Girl, who was fighting the remaining two men. I ran over to her, drove a blade into one man's side, below the rib cage, brought the sword forward. I opened up his belly, again spilling intestines across the ground.
With my distraction, Hit Girl was able to sever both arms of the last attacker before killing him with a stab into his heart.
..._...
At the sight of the six men being taken down, many of the watching crowd decided that they preferred to be elsewhere and started to move away, but were intercepted by the waiting Police.
It was obvious that the remaining cunts, about a dozen, were the serious fighters. These men were now facing five armed vigilantes. The odds were better than even – from our point of view!
Mist let fly with her chain whip and pierced the neck of one cunt, while the rest of us charged in and let fly with our melee weapons.
I was fighting a man who wielded a Katana with some skill, which rather surprised me and the man gave me no chance to seize my own swords, so I was stuck fighting with the bō-staff. Kick-Ass was deflecting machete blows from two men with his own blades and bearing up well. Jackal was fighting a man armed with a Katana, too. His Ninja-To was a lot shorter, but Jackal moved faster than the man, which gave him an advantage.
Shadow was fighting a man more than twice her size. The man was armed with a vicious looking club thing. She was holding up, though, with her bō-staff and, like Jackal, was using her speed and manoeuvrability to outwit her adversary.
The man was fucking huge.
He was swinging what was probably a baseball bat, but also might have been a piece of scaffolding. Either way, it was large and lethal! I ducked from side to side as I avoided the powerful swings from the club thing. He was good, too. Each time I tried to get a blade into him, he was able to block my thrust.
Now, they say that size is not everything – look at Hit Girl!
However, his weapon was longer than mine was which gave him an obvious advantage. However, I had speed and I was able to outstep my adversary. My combat suit absorbed a pair of strikes, although I expected to find vicious bruises under the suit!
I finally managed to dive under one of the man's attacks and I drove my Ninja-To up, vertically into the man's groin. The man stopped dead and blood poured down my gauntlets and onto the parking lot. I pulled my blade out and allowed the man to fall to the ground.
I saw Jackal's man go down, as one of my attackers struck at me with his machete. I caught the blade with both of my own blades and pushed backwards just as my other attacker struck at me. I kicked out, but missed. The machete came down towards me, but just when I thought it was too late, a blade appeared and deflected the strike. It was Jackal, with his Ninja-To.
"Thanks!" I called and threw my weight onto the first attacker, pushing him back and driving a blade into his stomach and another into his chest.
I then swung around, removing my blades and driving one into the other man's chest at the same time as Jackal drove his blade into the man's stomach. Both men fell to the ground.
I adored this chain whip.
One flick and it flew straight and pierced the man's neck. As the man fell, I pulled the chain tight, the end left the man's neck, and I turned to face the next attacker. He was too close for the whip, so I replaced it into its pouch and drew my Sais.
This man sported a large Jō-like weapon. As he struck at me, I used the Sais to deflect the strike and used my mobility to avoid the heavy weapon. The attacker managed to get one good hit on me, but I was able to do worse in return.
I hooked away the end of the Jō with my left Sais and drove my right Sais into the man's left temple. Blood shot from the wound as the body fell to the ground. I span around seeking my next target and ran towards Hit Girl, who seemed to be attracting more than her fair share of cunts!
I was now fighting three men.
One had a Katana, another a baseball bat and the third, a whirling chain. Why they were all ganging up on me – I did not know! I was using all my skills to battle the three man. The man with the Katana was good while the other two were just thugs.
One of the thugs, though, suddenly froze with his chain dangling in the air. Then he sank to the ground and I saw a smiling Mist standing behind him, a blood soaked Sai in each hand. Not bad for the new girl!
I turned my attentions to the remaining pair, who had been distracted by the death of the other thug. I whirled around to stab the guy with the baseball bat in the chest, then span and drove the other blade into the neck of the Katana guy. They both crumpled to the ground.
I looked around and saw Jackal driving his Ninja-To into a cunt lying on the ground. He looked exhausted and I he seemed to be favouring his left arm. Kick-Ass was breathing heavily, but seemed unharmed. Mist was smiling and she seemed pleased with herself. Shadow though, was down on one knee. She was holding the right side of her face and I could see her mouth grimacing with pain.
Later that night
Safehouse F
The evening had been a success.
The CPD had arrested almost twenty cunts. Many cunts had died. Nine cops were in hospital with only minor injuries.
We had all returned safely to the Safehouse.
Chloe and Josh were both being seen to by Cathy. Josh had hurt his left arm, nothing major but he had a large bruise, which made the arm sore. He also had a couple of major bruises on his chest from two Katana strikes. Chloe had a few cuts and a bruise on her jaw and a sore left shoulder.
"A sore jaw should give us all some peace and quiet!" Dave quipped and received a nasty glare from Chloe. Josh laughed, and received a punch in the arm for his trouble.
"Well done, Erika – I was really impressed," I said and Erika blushed at the praise.
Two days later
Saturday
Safehouse D
Dave and I were at the Safehouse, along with Curtis and Megan. Chloe was out with Josh and probably doing things that I really did not need to know about! Seriously, though, they had gone to see Jack Bay at The Farm.
In front of us were my latest, very expensive, acquisitions. I was pleased, very pleased!
"Mindy stop grinning – you'll hurt yourself!" Dave commented.
"Fuck me! They are fucking awesome!" Megan exclaimed walking around them.
"I love that one!" Curtis said, pointing at the larger of the two vehicles.
"So – you like Titan, eh?" I asked with a laugh.
"Hell, yeah!" Curtis replied.
..._...
Curtis had taken a liking to the monster vehicle parked beside Safehouse H. It had started life as a Ford F-550 truck, but had gone through a major transformation. The vehicle weighed in at seven and a half thousand kilogrammes and was armoured to A9/B6 standard – this meant that the vehicle could survive bullets from all assault rifles and anything up to 7.62x51 rounds from a Winchester .308 rifle. The vehicle was over six metres long and two and a half metres wide.
The enormous truck had enormous twenty-inch off-road tyres, with run-flat capability, and four-wheel drive. Power came from a six point seven-litre V8 Turbo Diesel engine that produced four hundred horsepower. Ten people could be carried in air-conditioned safety, if not comfort. There were also a pair of heavy-duty winches mounted front and rear.
We called this armoured mammoth, Titan!
The other vehicle that Megan was now examining was a lot more mundane than Titan was, but still huge.
This was intended as additional support for Beast. We had many people that required transportation now, as well as equipment and things were getting more dangerous for Fusion. The black, armoured pickup truck was based on the GMC Sierra 3500HD. It was fitted with a crew cab, which could seat five people in relative comfort, as well as armoured safety, as well as a long load bed. The four-tonne vehicle was powered by a six point six-litre V8 diesel engine that provided over four hundred horsepower to the front and dual rear wheels. The vehicle was armoured to the same level as Titan, but would suffer damage much more easily. On the streets, the GMC would attract relatively low attention, just like Beast. The added bonus of this truck was its ability to carry two motorcycles in its load bed.
We called this monster truck, Iron Hide!
Okay, yes - the truck was named after a Transformer!
We had allowed people to suggest names, anonymously, for the new truck. Turned out that there were many Transformer fans in Fusion – who knew. Although, I would love to know who suggested 'Bumble Bee' and 'Daisy'. I had a distinct feeling that the last name was suggested by Marcus. He did not seem to approve of my naming decisions for some reason – I could not think why!
Due to its immense size and weight, Titan would live here, at Safehouse D. Iron Hide would fit, just, down the ramp to Safehouse F, but due to lack of parking space the truck would spend most of its time at Safehouse D, too.
Megan and Curtis had been nagging me now to take them out. Megan especially, as I had already taken Curtis out. Nevertheless, I still had serious misgivings about those two becoming operators. I suggested that I would take them out, once things calmed down.
That suggestion did not go down so well, but I told them that I wasn't shifting.