Developing Wings on the Way Down
Part Nineteen; If This Is Wrong, Nothing Is Right Anymore
The building was a typical overused scene. Nothing was unpredictable. The corrugated tin, the crumbling brick, and the chipped graffiti walls. All three of the boys were lined against one of the aforementioned barriers. They were all dressed in black clothes with their bulletproof vests molded to cover their torsos well. After a good hour of hacking at it with a hatchet and a saw, Mikey's craftsmanship had manipulated Frank's vest in a such a way his wings could stick out the back, since there was no real way to mantle the damn things. It was now about seven in the afternoon, as the plan had instructed. Frank walked ahead of the group and stared at the door. A giant UAX brandished the chipped paint on the entrance, along with every other surface surrounding the building, making it quite obvious that they were in the right area. The boys quieted and Frank set out an instinctual monitor of his surroundings as he had the first night in the Way brothers room. The first thing he picked up was Gerard. His smell, his form, his breathing, everything. Frank actually had to focus to get back to attention. He detected two boys in the room just after the door. Two counterparts followed this. Girls with cheap perfume and too much foundation, quite obviously. It reeked. Frank closed his eyes and pushed his limits until he could make it to the next room over. The last two boys were in there. It was obviously some type of lab. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find any other mortals in the area, so he walked back, talking quietly to the other two.
"All right. The first two are going to be sitting on what i assume to be a couch just inside the first room. They each have a floozie with them but I will just take to the fact that they are floozies and tell you they are harmless. One is closer to the door, Mikey, hes yours from the get-go because he guards the door. The final two are in the next room. They will be around the corner right when they hear something going on. Now that i have a good survey of the area we have the advantage. Gerard I want you in the back after the ones in the next room. Mikey you and I are after what remains. Do not shoot the women if they aren't a threat. This should be a clean cut shoot out... shouldn't last long."
Frank concluded his instruction, making eye contact with Gerard for one time, a small smile made a brief appearance on his face before they all turned. Mikey led the pack surprisingly enough, but it was part of the plan. He reached out and rapped gently on the door, and as predicted, it cracked open about an inch. Mikey smiled briefly and raised his gun, a direct hit to the man's abdomen. The silencer fixed to the end of the pistol allowed only a small noise to escape as the man fell to the ground. A loud female shriek was heard as Gerard kicked the door the rest of the way in, pushing the bleeding corpse along with it and stayed in the back as the other two led in. The remaining man on the couch jumped to his feet and the half-naked girls on either side of his chair backed to the wall in fear. Frank raised his gun in confidence, but stunned for a moment when the other man mirrored him.
"Man the fuck is this shit? Stella turn on the fucking light!" he barked, gesturing to a girl against the wall. With this said, the other two men appeared around the doorway, without guns. A dim light filled a third of the room.
"The fuck is that shit?" one laughed, watching Frank's wings ruffle themselves in anticipation and partial anger. He stopped when he noticed none of his friends were following his lead. They both stood white in the face.
"Marco, he looks like that fag we fucked up?" one said, keeping his vision trained on the display of tattoos and slightly off coloring of Frank's skin.
Before anything could be said, the chorus of three shots were heard and two boys jumped. All but Frank. The girls in the room all shrieked louder than before and back themselves farther into the corner. Gerard and Mikey turned their heads slowly so see Frank shaking with his gun still pointed in the direction of the last one he had shot.
"T-they killed me." was all he said but it was more than obvious he was broken. But they couldn't think about that. The job was not over yet.
"All right. The first two are going to be sitting on what i assume to be a couch just inside the first room. They each have a floozie with them but I will just take to the fact that they are floozies and tell you they are harmless. One is closer to the door, Mikey, hes yours from the get-go because he guards the door. The final two are in the next room. They will be around the corner right when they hear something going on. Now that i have a good survey of the area we have the advantage. Gerard I want you in the back after the ones in the next room. Mikey you and I are after what remains. Do not shoot the women if they aren't a threat. This should be a clean cut shoot out... shouldn't last long."
Frank concluded his instruction, making eye contact with Gerard for one time, a small smile made a brief appearance on his face before they all turned. Mikey led the pack surprisingly enough, but it was part of the plan. He reached out and rapped gently on the door, and as predicted, it cracked open about an inch. Mikey smiled briefly and raised his gun, a direct hit to the man's abdomen. The silencer fixed to the end of the pistol allowed only a small noise to escape as the man fell to the ground. A loud female shriek was heard as Gerard kicked the door the rest of the way in, pushing the bleeding corpse along with it and stayed in the back as the other two led in. The remaining man on the couch jumped to his feet and the half-naked girls on either side of his chair backed to the wall in fear. Frank raised his gun in confidence, but stunned for a moment when the other man mirrored him.
"Man the fuck is this shit? Stella turn on the fucking light!" he barked, gesturing to a girl against the wall. With this said, the other two men appeared around the doorway, without guns. A dim light filled a third of the room.
"The fuck is that shit?" one laughed, watching Frank's wings ruffle themselves in anticipation and partial anger. He stopped when he noticed none of his friends were following his lead. They both stood white in the face.
"Marco, he looks like that fag we fucked up?" one said, keeping his vision trained on the display of tattoos and slightly off coloring of Frank's skin.
Before anything could be said, the chorus of three shots were heard and two boys jumped. All but Frank. The girls in the room all shrieked louder than before and back themselves farther into the corner. Gerard and Mikey turned their heads slowly so see Frank shaking with his gun still pointed in the direction of the last one he had shot.
"T-they killed me." was all he said but it was more than obvious he was broken. But they couldn't think about that. The job was not over yet.
@Toro Fancy
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2/16/14