The following day
Friday, May 23rd, 2014
The following takes place between Midnight and 2:00 A.M.
West Ridge
It was good to be home.
They were both fucking knackered, but they were also glad to be alive. Once they were in bed, Dave and Mindy started to talk about the night's events.
"We owe Marty and Chloe," Dave said.
"Damn straight. But, what can we do to thank them? Chloe has proved that she can more than take care of herself . . . and that she can be very useful as a full member of Fusion and an equal partner," Mindy said. "I'll have to think of something for them both."
"We might be dead right now without them," Dave pointed out.
"Anyhow, you looked fucking cool with that machine gun; you really fucking kicked ass!" Mindy said, giggling.
The following takes place between 10:00 A.M. and 12:00 P.M.
West Ridge
Yet again, they were so tired, they slept in.
Over breakfast, they discussed the previous night's actions. It was a great experience, fighting side-by-side with SWAT and it was the first major gun battle that Dave had fought; the Gatling guns did not count! They also discussed what they expected to be facing next. Chris was losing his hold on Chicago, or at least Dave and Mindy hoped so. Marcus had been on the phone again, wanting to know what was happening, as apparently it had got out that Hit Girl had been injured. Mindy assured him that she was fine, but apparently Marcus did not believe her, so Mindy threw the phone at Dave in disgust.
"You speak to the stubborn old git!"
"Hi Marcus! Little Miss Adorable is in good health. She has a small hole in her lower left arm, but nothing serious and she was checked out by a paramedic at the scene. It was another archer, he fired a bolt at Hit Girl, but only hit her in the arm. Unfortunately, she came off her bike and the Ducati was wrecked. She fought well, though; you know how stubborn she can be; she wouldn't let a simple wound get in her way!" Dave explained, ending with a laugh.
Marcus had to agree with that. At least Dave was able to put his mind at rest about Mindy. Once Marcus was gone, he updated Mindy on the call.
"Marcus says you are a stubborn little bitch, who needs her ass kicked and if you don't behave, he'll come and kick it, himself!" Dave said.
"I'd like to see him try!" Mindy exclaimed, without thinking.
"You'd actually hurt Marcus, to stop him kicking your ass?" Dave queried.
"Dammit!" Mindy grumbled, blushing slightly. "Of course not!"
The following takes place between 12:00 P.M. and 2:00 P.M.
West Ridge
"Well somebody needed to kick your ass!" Dave laughed as he looked down at Mindy, who was looking very annoyed with herself, as she sat on the mat.
"Thankfully, not very many people can," Mindy groused. "That hurt, cunt!"
"You heal quickly; stop complaining and you're still gorgeous, whether or not your butt is bruised!" Dave laughed.
"You know what infuriates me about you the most? That I can't stay infuriated with you!" Mindy said, laughing, too.
1:04 P.M.
Mindy sat down and she prepared a secure email to that horrible man, The Armourer.
He might make her skin crawl, but he had always supplied the best equipment, which so far, had kept them all alive. She had ordered a new combat suit top for herself, as well as a surprise for Chloe and something else for Marty. She had also taken the opportunity to order a new upper outer-suit for Dave, as his current armour had taken a lot of abuse and while it did not show any evidence of damage, it would only be able to take so much, before it failed. Mindy would not let that happen; Dave was far too precious to her.
She would rather be penniless, than without Dave!
The following takes place between 2:00 P.M. and 4:00 P.M.
The Safehouse
Thought they did not know it, the rest of the day would be a roller-coaster ride, with one hell of an ending.
2:34 P.M.
Dave and Mindy were at the Safehouse with Sophia while Marty was downtown somewhere in Speedy.
The weapons from the previous night required cleaning: two H&K G36C assault rifles and an H&K 121 machine gun. They also had piles of empty magazines to refill. Just as they were finishing the two G36C rifles an alarm went off in the briefing room.
"What the fuck is that?" Mindy asked, jumping up.
As they entered the briefing room, they could see that the large screen with the map of Chicago had zoomed in to an area of the city. The area was towards the south of Chicago, just south of I-94. There was a pulsing red circle, labelled 'Speedy'; somebody had hit the panic button on the radio in the car.
Dave tried to call Marty on his cell. There was no response.
Mindy tried the radio, but again, there was no response. The position was rather strange; it was a Chicago City Auto Pound.
Mindy rang Murphy.
2:58 P.M.
"Murphy! We have a problem. We think one of our team may be in distress, at the auto pound near I-94. Could you check and see if anything's happening down there?"
"No problem, Hit Girl. Give me five minutes," Murphy replied, then dropped the call.
3:06 P.M.
"Go!"
"It's Murphy. Nobody can get any response from the auto pound and strangely we have no units anywhere near it," Murphy briefed. "Something stinks."
"We're gonna head down. Should take us thirty minutes," Hit Girl said.
"Fellowes and I are leaving now. It'll take us about the same. We'll meet you at East 103rd Street and East 106th Street," Murphy said, before he dropped the call.
They rapidly suited up and jumped into the SUV, remembering to take the fake plates to swap later on. They left their masks and comms off, as usual, and covered up their combat suits. Weapons were hidden in the back with Eisenhower.
3:13 P.M.
Dave was driving and he put his foot down.
They headed southwest and exited I-94 at the East 111th Street exit where Mindy swapped the plates on the SUV and they both completed their suiting up. Soon they were headed north up I-94 and turned off at East 103rd Street. During the trip Mindy tried to call Marty repeatedly, without any success; they were now very worried.
3:48 P.M.
Kick-Ass pulled the SUV over at East 106th Street.
About two minutes later, Murphy and Fellowes pulled up beside them, blue lights flashing. Murphy explained that all communications with the auto pound had ceased earlier that morning and that two delivery drivers had complained about being turned away at the gate.
"We need to go in hard; our team member is in there somewhere!" Hit Girl insisted.
"We have Eisenhower to hopefully sniff him out," Kick-Ass said.
Murphy and Fellowes agreed; there would not be time to get reinforcements together, although they had been requested. They both wore ballistic vests and had AR-15 rifles to hand.
They would go in first, as Hit Girl and Kick-Ass needed them to smash through the gates of the auto pound.
The following takes place between 4:00 P.M. and 6:00 P.M.
Police Auto Pound
The Police SUV, blue lights flashing and siren sounding, smashed through the locked gates of the auto pound, before coming under fire from the watchdogs, manning the entrance.
Kick-Ass accelerated through the gates close behind and stopped the SUV behind some parked SUVs. The two vigilantes immediately jumped out and started shooting at the watchdogs. They had brought the G36C rifles with us, just in case.
4:09 P.M.
The last watchdog fell, and Hit Girl ran forward to check on Murphy and Fellowes.
Fellowes had a small wound to his left leg but was otherwise okay. Hit Girl pulled out her cell and pulled up the tracking application.
While Murphy and Fellowes guarded the entrance, Kick-Ass and Hit Girl got back into the SUV and headed deeper into the auto pound, which was enormous.
4:12 P.M.
They followed the dot on the cell and skidded to a halt beside Speedy where Hit Girl jumped out, only to find that Speedy was empty.
Strangely though, she noticed that the hidden compartment in the rear seat had been opened and that the pair of Glock 17 pistols, normally inside, were gone. She checked the immediate area and found both pistols, with their slides locked back on empty magazines, about fifty yards away behind an impounded Corvette that had several bullet holes in the side. Hit Girl's expert eyes saw evidence of a struggle and she soon found something else which she held it up for Kick-Ass to see.
"Recognise it?"
"That belongs to Hawk!" Kick-Ass replied, correctly identifying the short spear.
"It looks like Battle Guy and Hawk had to fight," Hit Girl stated. "How the hell Hawk is involved, I have no idea!"
"Use Eisenhower," Kick-Ass suggested.
"Eisenhower, find Battle Guy!" Hit Girl ordered and let her out of the SUV. Eisenhower ran off in an easterly direction.
"Let's go!" Kick-Ass yelled.
Hit Girl followed Eisenhower's tracking signal on the cell.
4:16 P.M.
"Next left!" Hit Girl called. "Third right!"
They caught up with Eisenhower when she stopped beside a giant car crusher. Four watchdogs were there; they took cover and opened fire. There was a car in the crusher and Hit Girl could make out movement. She recognised the blue of Battle Guy's mask.
"I think Battle Guy and Hawk are in the crusher!" I called to Kick-Ass.
They swiftly dropped two of the watchdogs, before one triggered the crusher. That watchdog received a knife to the throat for his trouble. Kick-Ass dropped the final watchdog with a head shot while Hit Girl ran forward and shut off the crusher.
"You know how to operate a car crusher?" Kick-Ass asked, a little surprised.
"Long story, but yeah, I've done it before, kind of!" Hit Girl replied, remembering a yellow Range Rover.
They went over to the car in the crusher.
4:21 P.M.
Kick-Ass yanked open the door.
"Knew you'd find us!" Battle Guy said, cheerfully.
Beside him Hawk smiled at us.
"I assume the story behind all this will be good!" Hit Girl growled, glaring at Battle Guy.
Both Battle Guy and Hawk looked a little sheepish.
"I saw Hawk being seized by those watchdogs and tried to intervene, without much success. I eventually got her away, but then we were cornered. We managed to wound a couple of them, before we ran out of ammo!" Battle Guy explained, rather weakly.
"Sorry, it was my fault! I should have had my back to the wall; then they couldn't have come up behind me!" Hawk admitted.
Kick-Ass smirked at Hit Girl who grimaced back, knowing exactly what he was thinking.
"Now Hit-Girl, we always keep our backs where?" Kick-Ass growled, laughing.
"Funny cunt!"
4:38 P.M.
They pulled up beside Murphy and Fellowes.
The two police officers were being checked over by paramedics and two other police vehicles had arrived.
"Thanks guys!" Kick-Ass said to Murphy. "Sorry about the mess!"
"Glad we could help. You got your man?" Murphy asked.
"We did, thanks!"
5:01 P.M.
At a quiet point off East 115th Street, they pulled over; Marty was behind them, in Speedy.
"You're safe Hawk. The police will never know you were there," Hit Girl said. "If you need us call: 555-1-FUSION."
"Thanks, Hit Girl, Kick-Ass. It looks like I owe you twice, now," Hawk said, smiling.
"You helped us, the other day. We're on the same team, remember," Kick-Ass pointed out.
Once Hawk was gone, they headed back to the Safehouse.
5:45 P.M.
The Safehouse
"Well, you had a fun afternoon, Marty!" Mindy said, as they got out of their combat suits, back at the safehouse.
"Sorry, guys," Marty said. "I should have called you first."
"Well, you were helping a fellow Hero. No harm done; just more of Chris's watchdogs have now been put down," Dave responded, cheerfully.
The following takes place between 6:00 P.M. and 8:00 P.M.
The Safehouse
They sat down to dinner and chatted about the afternoon.
Marty was still feeling a bit embarrassed by the whole episode, but his friends quickly reminded him that without his equipment, they would never have been able to find him. Marty also thanked Sophia for her help.
"Maybe we should put a GPS tracker on Marty," Mindy suggested.
"Funny, Hit Girl," Marty said, smirking.
"I thought you said that last night was a one off, Marty; you starting to enjoy the action?" Mindy asked.
"No! Just wrong place, wrong time!" Marty said, grimacing.
"I know how you feel," Dave replied. "Story of my life!"
7:02 P.M.
Dave and Mindy went back to their weapons cleaning, unfortunately they had had to start again.
It took a while, but the pair finally had some clean weapons and reloaded magazines.
They also cleaned the two Glock pistols, reloaded them and stowed them back into the hidden compartment in Speedy.
7:58 P.M.
They got a call.
From their new friend.
"Help me!" Hawk said. "I'm in shit again!"
The following takes place between 8:00 P.M. and 10:00 P.M.
The Safehouse
"What have you done?" Mindy asked, glaring at Marty.
"I got a line on that Chris D'Amico. I followed him and now I'm stuck! He doesn't know I'm here... Yet. I'm in a warehouse, near the terminal," Hawk explained.
"You are running out of favours, girl!" Mindy cautioned.
"Thanks...," Hawk replied, before the call cut off.
"Marty, can you get a fix on her phone?" Mindy asked.
"Give me a few minutes and I'll let you know!"
"Dave, we need to head out," Mindy growled. "That stupid, incompetent bitch is in trouble again!"
"Hawk?" Dave asked, smirking.
"Oh yeah!"
"That girl is trouble; kinda reminds me of you!" Dave said, laughing.
Mindy just glared back.
"I have a position!" Marty called. "Not far from that fucking auto pound. End of South Stony Island Avenue."
8:12 P.M.
They headed out in the SUV with Eisenhower.
The trip was going to take about thirty-five minutes.
They had brought the H&K G36C assault files with them, plus as much ammo as they could handle.
8:45 P.M.
Chris' Warehouse
The SUV pulled up without lights.
They used NVGs and parked behind a row of rail oil tankers.
"Battle Guy, Fusion is moving in," Kick-Ass reported.
"Battle Guy copies Fusion moving in!"
Kick-Ass and Mindy got out, along with Eisenhower.
They readied their weapons and headed towards the warehouse, wearing NVGs. They approached the warehouse and Hit Girl could see two watchdogs who seemed to be walking the perimeter. They met up and then turned around, to go back around the building. Once they had separated enough, Hit Girl moved in and slit one man's throat, while Kick-Ass went after the other guy with Eisenhower.
Kick-Ass returned, stowing his Ko-Wakizashi, with Eisenhower trotting along happily beside him.
"Any problems?"
"Always the tone of doubt!" Kick-Ass responded.
"I..., okay, let's just head in," Hit Girl suggested, laughing at Kick-Ass.
"Battle Guy, two down, heading inside," Kick-Ass called in.
"Battle Guy copies two down and Fusion heading inside."
They found a door and Hit Girl stared at the card swipe.
"You might need this, Hit Girl!" Kick-Ass said, smirking and holding out a swipe card. "I got it off my guy!"
"A smart-ass Kick-Ass; that's all I fucking need!" she growled, swiping the card.
As soon as the door clicked, Hit Girl pulled it open and went inside, followed by Kick-Ass and Eisenhower.
9:09 P.M.
The inside of the warehouse was mainly shadows.
There were piles of wooden crates, which blocked out a lot of the illumination from the lights above. The passageways, though, were brightly lit.
"Let's even the odds!" Hit Girl growled, heading over to an electrical panel and pulling the main breaker.
The building was instantly plunged into darkness, and they heard several shouts of annoyance. Their NVGs allowed them to see very well, however.
"Remember, Hawk is here somewhere."
"God knows where, though!" Kick-Ass replied.
They headed further into the warehouse, their assault rifles up and ready.
9:16 P.M.
Two watchdogs were coming in their direction; they took one each, two shots to the head.
They started to hear loud shouts, in response to the shooting. They moved forward dropping another watchdog, before Eisenhower started to whine as she sniffed the air.
"Eisenhower is onto something!" Kick-Ass said, over the comms.
"Follow her," Hit Girl directed.
"Eisenhower, go!" Kick-Ass said.
Eisenhower moved off, slowly sniffing the air as she moved in between the crates. She took Kick-Ass and Hit Girl deeper into the warehouse, before she stopped outside the door of an office.
Eisenhower then whined and looked up at Hit Girl.
9:24 P.M.
Kick-Ass put a boot into the door, sending it smashing into the wall.
Hit Girl covered the doorway while Kick-Ass went in and looked around.
"Found it!" Kick-Ass called.
"I am not an 'it'," I heard Hawk say, indignantly.
"You're a pain in the butt!" Kick-Ass replied as he appeared with Hawk.
"Can you shoot?" Hit Girl asked.
"Yeah, of course," Hawk replied.
Hit Girl passed Hawk one of her pistols and a spare magazine.
"I want that pistol back!"
They moved back towards the door, that they had come in by. Three more watchdogs fell, two to Hit Girl and one to Hawk before they made it to the door and were back outside.
"Battle Guy, we've got Hawk!" Kick-Ass reported. "We are outside the building!"
"Battle Guy copies you have Hawk and are outside the building!"
9:42 P.M.
"You have transport?" Hit Girl asked Hawk.
"Yeah, thanks again, guys!" Hawk replied.
"Just don't make a habit of this!" Hit Girl replied as she accepted back her pistol and spare magazine.
9:55 P.M.
Once Hawk had vanished into the darkness, Hit Girl turned to Kick-Ass.
"Shall we tidy up?"
"Why the hell not!" Kick-Ass replied.
The following takes place between 10:00 P.M. and Midnight
They went back into the warehouse and worked their way down the building.
They caught and killed four watchdogs. Hit Girl received several shots to her armour which she shrugged off. They saw two more watchdogs run off, towards another door and followed. The last two watchdogs ran east, towards another warehouse. Kick-Ass and Hit Girl were able to track them using the NVGs, before Hit Girl went down on one knee, aimed, and shot both watchdogs.
"I'm curious about where they are heading; they made a point of going in this direction," Kick-Ass queried.
"I'm game. You never know what we might find," Hit Girl replied.
They walked towards the other warehouse and started walking the perimeter. As they approached the first corner, they heard some people coming their way. Suddenly, Eisenhower started behaving strangely as she strained on her leash and started growling viciously.
Three men came around the corner, a few yards ahead of them.
..._...
Six gunshots rang out and two bodies dropped to the alley floor.
Hit Girl did not holster her two pistols but kept them aimed at the one man left standing. Kick-Ass was struggling to hold Eisenhower back.
"Oh, this is perfect! Are you really that stupid? There's two of us and just one of you! Do you really have a hard-on to die?" Hit Girl growled. "Oh, I forgot, you can't get a hard-on!"
10:34 P.M.
"Chris D'Amico!" Kick-Ass snarled.
"Fuck!" Chris said as he assessed his new situation.
"Sorry, Eisenhower, he has nothing left for you to chomp on!" Kick-Ass snarled, vindictively.
"You fucking bastards!" Chris yelled.
"I've been waiting so fucking long for this!" Hit Girl growled, savagely, but with an enormous grin on her face. "Three rounds, remember, Red Mist!"
Hit Girl squeezed the trigger, three times.
"Shows over, motherfucker!"
Chris crashed backwards, onto the ground.
Kick-Ass walked forward. Chris was still conscious, and he looked directly up at his nemesis. Kick-Ass aimed the Glock, at the point between Chris' eyes. He felt zero emotion.
"God, I'm glad I don't have a son like you. Time for a family reunion," Kick-Ass snarled as he pulled the trigger once.
Hit Girl sagged and started to cry, before she fell against Kick-Ass.
"You okay?" Kick-Ass asked, sensing her relief.
"Yeah!" Hit Girl replied.
"Time to go home," Kick-Ass decided, smiling down at her.
"Thanks, Kick-Ass," Hit Girl replied. "My Daddy..., he would have been proud of both of us."
"You know we have a long walk ahead of us," Kick-Ass commented. "Damn, that jet pack would have come in handy, right now!"
10:42 P.M.
"Hold on!" Hit Girl said suddenly. "Just want to make sure!"
"What?" Kick-Ass asked, as Hit Girl turned around and walked the dozen or so yards back to where the body of Chris D'Amico lay.
Both Eisenhower and Kick-Ass stared curiously after her. Hit Girl drew a katana and brought the blade down swiftly, severing Chris' head. Hit Girl then calmly cleaned off the katana and stowed it. She stood staring at the severed head, for a second or two.
"I'm so fucking glad you're dead, cunt!" Hit Girl said happily, before she sent the head flying across the ground, with one swift kick.
Blood flew into the air and across the ground.
Hit Girl laughed.
Updated: May 2024