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** Book 2**

It was a Friday, thank god, one job left to do before he could go out and get plastered, stoned, and laid, in that order. Rolling out of bed, he looked at the clock, 5:45 PM, still too early for what needed to be done. Grabbing another beer from the fridge, he made his way to the bathroom. From the medicine cabinet, he pulled out his stash, popped two little pink pills, and jumped into the shower. The hot water eased his hangover somewhat, and the pills would kill the rest. Toweling himself off, he quickly dressed and plopped down on the couch, to wait.

At precisely 8:00 the phone rang, that was the signal, time to go. Grabbing his briefcase, he headed to his car, an old Chevy Impala, opening the trunk, he inspected the contents, assuring himself that everything was there, once satisfied, he got in and drove to the designated location, and there waited for his crew to show. At 8:45, a black GMC van pulled up alongside, the man behind the wheel gave him the thumbs up sign, and drove off. Pulling out behind the van, his adrenaline started to flow, if all went well tonight, he would have enough cash to live off of for years to come. Nervously his hands twitched upon the wheel, "Time for some more pills", he thought while downing another pair of pinkies. Feeling their effect, a calmness swept over him, "Tonight, I'm unstoppable, and nobody better get in my way."

The job was simple, at least for a man with no scruples, Ben Cassidy, was just such a man. A career criminal from age ten, he had been in and out of jail for the last 15 years, but tonight was different. The score was over ten million in cash, profits from one of the many casino's that dotted the strip. It was being transferred by armored limo from a little warehouse on the East Side. His job, kill the guards, and take the cash, simple as that, and if the opportunity presents itself, kill them slow. Smiling to himself at that thought, he knew that this would be a good night. Killing people was the one thing he loved about his work, and doing it slow made it that much better.

Frankie Julio made it clear, his organization owned the strip, and NO ONE was going to work it without paying, one way, or the other. The casino was owned by some dumbass Jew, who refused to pay a percentage, well tonight, he would learn the hard way, "Pay up, or get out." He had wanted to off owner as well, but Frankie voted against it, "After tonight, he'll pay us whatever we ask, but if we kill him, then were back to square one." Ben didn't like the idea of letting him live, but he was a man who did what he was told, so he'd take the cash, but make sure that the Jew got the message loud and clear, with the killing of the guards.

Arriving outside the warehouse, the van pulled up to the side, while Ben took his car and parked it in front. From the back of the van five men emerged, all armed to the teeth. Pulling the silenced Desert Eagle from beneath the seat, he went to the trunk and retrieved the briefcase. It was now 9:28, two minutes till go. At exactly 9:30 the large metal door started to slide upwards, hiding on both sides, his crew waited till he gave the signal, then stormed inside, firing as they went. The guards numbered fifteen, but were caught unaware, four went down within the first few seconds, two more fell as they ran for the limo, that left nine shooters to contend with, "Not bad odds at all." He chuckled out loud. The sounds of a submachine gun, shattered the night, one of the guards had made it to the limo and was spraying the doorway with lead. Under the hail of bullets two of his men went down. By this time the remaining guards reached their weapons and the real gunfight began. Ducking behind some crates, Ben opened his briefcase and pulled out his pride and joy, an H&K MP5K, "No sense in trying to be quiet now." He thought, diving over the top of the crate he fired into the shadows, and was rewarded by the scream of a man in pain. Moving cautiously forward he reached the front of the limo. This was where he needed to be.

By this time his men had dropped three more of the guards, cutting their number in half, it was now five against four** , but time was growing short. Making a judgment call, he quickly assessed the location of the larger group of guards. Motioning for his men to take cover, he pulled a grenade from the case, and tossed it toward the unsuspecting guards. Covering his ears, and ducking down behind the limo, he felt the blast of heat as it washed over him, the unlucky defenders, stumbled from their hiding spot, disoriented and bleeding from the ears. There were three left standing, the lucky ones were already dead. While his men gathered the prisoners, he went to work unloading the cash. Ten minutes had passed since the first shot was fired, three minutes more than he wanted to spend.**

Jeri Tyler got the call at approximately 9:35, shots fired in the warehouse district, she and her partner Tony were the closest unit to the scene, hitting the lights and siren as she went, they drove toward what was to become a bad night indeed.

Inside the warehouse, Ben had just finished with the first of his prisoners, while his remaining men kept watch. Moving to the next man in line, Ben made a point of stepping on what was left of the first ones severed manhood, bending down, he pulled it from the floor and dangled it in front of the horrified face of his next victim, "This is for you." He cackled, "Now, we can do this one of two ways, you can die slow, or you can die fast, its up to you." The man, in shock, just stared at him, "Good, that's what I thought you'd say." Grabbing the man by his throat, he slammed his fist into his gut, forcing the air out of his lungs, when the man tried to take a breath, Ben shoved the severed penis into his mouth, holding it closed until he swallowed. Laughing like a madman he watched with glee, as the man gagged and choked, trying desperately to vomit. "Now that you've had your dinner," he crooned, "its time for dessert," with that said, he shoved the barrel of his H&K into the mans mouth and pulled the trigger, turning his head into a fine mist of bone and brains.

As they approached the scene, Jeri shut off the lights and siren. Hearing the shots, she looked at her partner asking the silent question. As partners went, Jeri and Tony were a perfect match, each could tell what the other was thinking. Tony grabbed the radio and called for backup. Drawing her gun Jeri crept towards the doorway. From where she crouched, she could see three men, all with their backs to her.

The bullet missed her by mere inches, rolling behind the dumpster, she turned and returned fire. By now Tony had taken shelter behind the door of the car and was exchanging shots with someone inside the building. A chip from a ricochet caused her to cry out, as it struck her in the shoulder. Dropping back onto the ground, she tried desperately to find her assailant. Hearing her cry out, he must have thought she was seriously hurt, because he stood up from where he had been concealed, his gun lowered, giving her a clear shot. Jumping up, she fired three times into his torso, spinning him completely around before slamming him back against the wall.

In the distance she could hear the sirens of her backup growing nearer. Running for the car, she noticed that it had grown quiet. Ice forming in her gut, she tried to find some sign of Tony, but she was still too far away from the car to see him. Reaching the car, she found him gone. In a panic, she started running for the doorway, that was when he hit her. Slamming into her back, the man knocked her facedown onto the ground. Kicking her gun away, he looked down at her and smiled, "So, the little girly, wants to play eh? Well, I'll play with you girly, oh yeah, you can bet that sweet ass of yours that I'll play with you, and when I'm done, then we'll ALL play with you, until you cant play anymore, then maybe we'll stop." Laughing in her face, he wiped the drool from his lip, "Then again, who knows? I might want to keep you around, and play with you till you start to stink up the place." Lifting her by her shirt, he shoved his gun into her back, forcing her to walk.

When she heard the shot, she was sure she was dead, then she heard Tony's voice, telling her to run. Turning, she pried the gun from the dead mans hand, and with a kick, she took off running. Tony was standing in the middle of the street, his gun drawn, looking like some kind of cowboy, waiting for high noon.

With the shots being fired outside, Ben decided that he didn't have the time to make an example out of the last guard, "This is your lucky day." He smiled, and with that shot the man in the face. Calling for his men to follow, he ran for the limo, and started it up.

Tony was dying, he knew this because his body was getting colder by the second, the bullet had hit him in the gut, the blood was almost black in color, it was all he could do to stand there and wait. 'At least Jeri will live.' he thought. The thoughts flew through his mind, as he waited to die, he had loved her for as long as he had known her, but never took the chance of telling her, now it was too late, and all he cared about was that she be safe.

Gunning the engine, Ben sped for the doorway, and couldn't believe what he was seeing, right there standing in the street, was a cop. Laughing out loud, he stopped the car. "So he wants to play chicken?" grinning to himself, Ben slammed the pedal to the floor, sending the limo straight toward the soon to be dead cop.

Tony knew what was coming, Raising the gun, he hoped it would give Jeri enough time to escape. He had 15 shots in the magazine, and used them all before the limo collided with his body, tossing him up and over it.

The bullets impacting the windshield would normally do no damage, however, all the shots impacted within a few inches of each other, causing a spiderweb effect, although none broke through the bulletproof glass, it was enough to cause Ben to become enraged at the damage that had been done. He had the money, that was the important thing, but with three of his people dead, and one wounded, this was NOT the way he had planned for things to go.

Jeri watched as her partner stood his ground against the oncoming car, firing until it struck him, tossing his body into the air. He landed about 20 feet behind the car, and lay still. Rushing to his side, she bent down over him, on reflex, she checked for a pulse that she knew wasn't there. Choking back the tears, she took his gun and ran for the car, she couldn't let them get away now, it had just gotten personal, and someone would die.

Speeding down the street, Ben was thinking about what he would do with his share of the money, sure, it got fucked up in there, but he got the job done, and nobody could connect the bodies of his men with Frankie Julio, or himself, heh, not even that dumbass cop, trying to play hero could have stopped him, nope this was his day, and no one or nothing was going to take it from him. Reaching the end of the street, he saw the oncoming lights of the police, he quickly banked the car into a steep right hand turn and headed toward the highway. What he didn't notice, was the car that was quickly gaining on him from the rear. Reaching the on ramp, Ben slowed the car down and tried to melt into the traffic. His escape route had been planned out in advance, all he needed to do was make it to the docks.

Jeri followed at a safe distance, too many innocent people would be hurt or killed if she tried anything here. Checking her watch she saw that it was 10:00, traffic should be thinning out soon, then she would take them down.

Fifteen minutes later, Ben saw his exit, only a mile to go, moving into the far right lane he knew that he had made it, this was it, his days of taking the shit jobs were over, Frankie would pay him nicely, four million in cash. After he paid his remaining men, he would still have three all to himself. The flashing lights of the wrecker, caused him to panic for a moment, thinking it was the cops. Trying to look as calm as possible, he coasted right past, and off of the highway.

Jeri knew that there wasn't anywhere for them to go now, they were trapped. Grabbing the radio, she called in their location, and asked for a roadblock. Since they were out looking for them in force, it would only take a few minutes for her backup to arrive. Still following, she exited the highway behind them, and thanked god for unmarked cars.

As he drove along the waterfront, Ben was happy again, soon he would be living in style, anywhere he chose. Reaching the dropoff point, he pulled inside and made the exchange. Frankie's goons were all there, counting the cash and eying him warily. The whole process took about twenty minutes, time enough to pop some more pills and relax a bit.

It took all of five minutes for her backup to arrive, Jeri had them set up so that the only way out was completely blocked off. Once in place, she drove forward to where the limo had disappeared. Getting out of her car, she started checking the buildings, it wasn't until she heard voices inside that she knew where they were. Pulling herself up, she peered in through a dusty window, this was it, now all she had to do was wait. Once in her car, she radioed the exact location to the waiting officers. The choice to wait them out fell to her, in her eyes storming the building would be nothing more than a bloodbath for both sides, no, she would wait till they were in the open with nowhere to go before moving on them. Besides, she still had a debt to pay, and it was payday.

Ten minutes later, the doors opened and the limo drove out, Jeri had told the officers to turn out their lights, so they wouldn't be noticed until it was too late. Falling in behind the limo, she waited for them to clear the building, then hit the lights and siren. The limo lurched forward, trying to outrun her, Smiling at the thought of their impending fate Jeri floored it and rode his ass all the way.

He couldn't believe it, the goddamn cops had found him, or at least one of em had, smashing down on the accelerator, he pushed the engine for all it was worth, by the time he saw the roadblock, he was doing 110 mph, too fast to stop in time. Looking for an out, and finding none, he smiled, "Well if I gotta go, I'm taking as many of you bastards with me as I can." Ignoring the protests from his partners, Ben drove the limo straight toward the roadblock, after all, it seemed like a good day to die.

She knew he wasn't going to stop, her first instinct was to stop herself, and get him after he hit, but what if he made it through? No she had to stay on his ass and just hope for the best, and that's exactly what she did.

With a deathgrip on the wheel, Ben never hit the brakes, he merely closed his eyes and waited for the end to come. He felt as if he were falling, somewhere between a sensation of flying high, and being drunk. "Wow, this is one fucked up trip." He thought. It was then that he hit the tree.

Jeri didn't close her eyes, but wished she had, what she saw wasn't possible, only inches from impact, a hole seemed to open up, swallowing the limo, and its passengers. Slamming on her brakes, she tried to stop, but was too close. Sliding sideways into the "hole" the darkness overtook her, and then there was nothing.