[b] sean pulled over on a walkway west of the warehouse. He remained in the car, observing the warehouse, then something struck his attention; a man moved about pacing in circles, hands concealed in white overcoat, guards patrolling the roof. Two on the ground. Acceptable, dealers are paranoid they always have protection. The guards were uniforms, something to identify them. But the man in overcoat wasn't wearing a uniform. Sean understood the man was concealing a gun. He was from DHC. Abu knew about the deal from his brother, a trap was set to capture Michael, make him unravel the identity of a man he secretly was! Or maybe the man was a special warehouse guard on the lookout for loaming trouble, certainly not a civilian. Which ever way, its dangerous for Gabriel and Ciara!
Instincts! Follow instincts! If it was truly a trap, then more DHC agents would be hiding somewhere. He have to find out!
Sean stepped out of the car, bowing his head, taking its body as cover. The car parked ahead was empty. He raced towards it understanding the importance of not being detected by the man in white over coats.
He leaned on the rear side of the car, the next car parked in the walkway was a blue sedan he could see two men in it. They were silent, one looking out of the window, the other faced his front. Sean strained himself, stepped closer staring raptly at their faces. He should recognize DHC agents. But there was no stroke of facial familiarity. He looked over the car, another car was parked in front of the warehouse, a man seated on its bonnet facing the south.
One of the men in blue sedan brought a phone to his ear. He didn't speak, he lowered it exactly 5seconds after.
A message was sent sean thought.
Five spit shots windows crashing. Short cries sudden silence. Screams and yelling of men, out of anguish. Pain. Sean was on alert. He removed a gun from under his belt, at the same time looking through the car window, in direction of the sounds. The warehouse guards on the roof were shot. Dead. One was left on the ground....not any more. He was shot in the head, fountain of blood ejecting from his skull splattering on the floor even before he fell.
Dark horse agents. Affirmative.
Sean shot the sedan. Once. Throwing the two men in confusion. One stepped out instinctively. Sean shot in his direction. One deadly head shot. The man collapsed. Bullets shattered the window above his head, other bullets penetrating the car, a little above his shoulder. He have been spotted, but it was the least of his concerns. DHC agents were rushing into the warehouse.
Gabriel!!! Ciara!!!
The second man was out of the sedan moving professionally beside the car.
Sean half turned. He remained immobile.
He saw a black substance from the side of his eye. A car was approaching from behind, men shooting from it.
The trap was a perfect shot. A well laid out plan. They were closing the circle on him.
***
'do as i say, you would be fine' Gabriel whispered.
'ready?' he asked.
The lady could only nod. Fear striken, trembling, shaking like an epileptic. Who knows if she'd drenched her gown with pee?
Gabriel told her what to do. He'd told, he also elaborated the inevitable risks involved. It was safer than being at the mercy of the armed men who'd found their way into the warehouse.
The lady rose halfway. She ran wobbly out of the narrow alley between two cars where they were hiding towards another car parked metres away. The inevitable result came within seconds. The men parading the warehouse were attracted to her. It was an advantage on Gabriel's side as their attention were diverted he quickly shot twice. One dead, another badly injured. More coming. He raced to the car, hopped in it and so did the lady. He drove out of the warehouse, heart in mouth as bullets riddled the car. The lady stooped under the front passenger seat, hands over her head.
Knocking a man out of the way, Gabriel scampered away. Two cars were on his tail. He sank into the street, cutting into highways, causing minor and major collisions between vehicles. He finally shook them off.
'we can't go on with this car. Take a cab from here. I don't care how far your house is, change taxi twice' said Gabriel raising two fingers to lay emphasis.
The lady flagged down a cab. He dailed Ciara's line, it rang, she didn't answer.
***
'let her go! Its me you want not her!'
'no, Michael, don't listen to him' Ciara fought to speak. Abu's hand was over her neck, a gun pointed to her skull. They stood in the middle as DHC agents circled them.
'you made the right choice, friend. Put down your weapon'
sean did, slowly.
'kick it away'
he did.
'now free her!' said sean.
Abu signalled his men. They approached Michael.
'let her go!'
Abu pushed her away. His men stepped closer
'go. Far from here' said sean.
'no'
'oh c'mon. You heard me!'
they watched her leave, then DHC agents clutched on him. They handcuffed his hands. Abu grinned. [/b]
