On arriving near the base, their car came under heavy gunfire, causing Anthony to come to a screeching halt in the middle of the street. Without hesitation Michael open the car door and take off like a rocket across the street, dodging a few bullets behind another car, seconds later he took off again, running at full speed he scale the wall of the base, clear the barb wire at the top like a monkey and land firmly on his feet on the other side. All while still carrying a rifle.
"Holy fuck! Did you see that?" Evan asks in shock and awe. "See what?" Anthony shouts, speeding backwards away from the hail of bullets.
"Where is Michael?" Anthony shouts, observing the empty spot where Michael was just sitting. "Exactly." Evan snorts. "I swear, there's no way that man is human, which makes him the ultimate Boss," Evan says in amazement.
"And that's the man you were out here hunting? Someone who moves like Usain Bolt and climbs like Spider-Man? You fucking knucklehead. That's like a deer hunting the king of the freaking jungle. Park the damn car down the road, we'll come back on foot." Evan cranks his gun as Anthony looks for a place to park.
As he landed on the other side, Michael saw one of the dogs lying on the ground, whimpering from a gunshot wound to its side. Anger surged through him as he went over to the dog and ran his fingers along where it was shot.
He realized that if the dog got medical treatment quickly, there was a 70% chance that it would survive. So, cranking his gun, Michael wound the man who was at the gate, firing at Anthony's vehicle, who, up until that moment, hadn't noticed him.
He then wound the two that were standing guard at the front door, and he entered the house through the side door, stepping into chaos. Bullets were flying everywhere, men were shouting indecent language, women were running and screaming, and these men were destroying the one place he could actually call home.
Well, he had had enough; this ends now. Cranking his weapon, he checks the clip, shoves it back in, and stepping out in the hall, turns his weapon on anyone he doesn't recognize.
Out of the corner of his eyes, Michael saw a man aiming a knife at him. The man threw the knife, and Michael swiftly dodged it, the knife sailing inches from his face. In a swift movement, Michael pulled one of his knives from his waist and threw it in the man's direction. it caught the man in his throat, and the man went down.
One of Razor's men was about to run past him, but he grabbed the man's hand. "One of the dogs is wounded outside. Get it medical help now and find someone to round up the other three and put them somewhere safe. Move now! I got this." He orders, the man nods, and runs towards the door.
Michael then turns his attention back to the chaos unravelling around him and, without even thinking twice, he cranks his weapon and steps into the middle of the battle.
All the men in the house couldn't believe their eyes. Who was this man who acted as if he were bulletproof? Walking fearlessly into the middle of a raging gun battle, spinning, pointing and shooting, never missing a target and firing only non-lethal shots, to severely wound but not to kill.
His coat swirling around his knees like Batman, his dark eyes flashing with pure, undiluted rage. His hands were moving so fast that one's eyes couldn't keep up. To the men on his side, is was like a scene from a movie, but for the men from the other side, it was like facing their worst nightmare.
One minute he was holding an assault rifle, the next two handguns, when and where he had acquired those no one knew. They didn't even see when he dropped the rifle. Within minutes, all the men from the other side were either dead or wounded on the floor.
Just when the men thought that it was over, two men from the other side came from a section of the house holding two of the women hostage. Their guns pointed at the women's heads. Michael scans the men's faces while they shout demands for everyone to drop their weapons.
Michael's eyes then went to one of the women, and he slowly nodded his head at her. Slowly, the woman lifted her skirt and pulled out a knife that was strapped to her thigh, and the other lady did the same. They waited for Michael's signal, which was another small nod. Then they ram the knives into the thighs of the men holding them hostage.
The man screams while cursing a string of indecent language. The one close to him was about to hit the lady in her head with his gun, but Michael's knives sailing into his arm and neck stopped him.
Michael was about to sail his knives at the other man, but he fell to the ground as Evan took him out from behind. "Search this place!" Anthony orders, and some of the men run in different directions. "The rest of you, clean this mess up!" Anthony orders again.
Michael turned to leave, but Anthony stopped him. "Um, could you come with me for a minute?" he asked in a softer tone. Anthony stepped into Razor's office and closed the door behind him.
"Alright, I know that you don't want to hear this, but I'm truly sorry for everything I said and did to you. I'm especially sorry for gagging you and tying you to a chair, and I'm going to need you to teach me how you untie that rope, that's if you don't mind, and thanks for not killing me when you took your things from my room and thanks again for saving my life just now." Anthony sighed, taking a deep, nervous breath as Michael narrowed his eyes at him but said nothing.
"I can see you're still pissed at me but I'm begging you to lead this gang while we try to restore order to this community," Anthony says in a hopeful tone. Michael nodded but said nothing. "Is..that a ...yes?" Anthony asks nervously, and Michael nods again. "Oh man, thanks, I won't get in your way, I promise, and I'll talk to Liah, so you will soon have your girl back in your arms. Alright, get a shower, your room will be ready in about an hour, and Evan will get your things from Joseph's house as soon as he can." Anthony turned to leave then stopped.
"Um...you taught those chicks that move they did earlier, didn't you?" "I did, and they aren't my only female students, so you should tread carefully with these girls from now on," Michael advised. "Hmm, good to know," Anthony says, leaving the office.
Thank you all for reading
words of encouragement
You survive that attack because you're anointed, shake off and trample the enemy under your feet (Psalms 91)
Riddle from the last ch, What kind of nail should you never hit with a hammer?
Ans: your fingernail
Ha, true that, alright here's another
What do you call an ice-cream truck driver?
Good luck, guys.