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Layla POV

I grabbed my M16 strap and placed it on my shoulder.

"Michael, you're new so, before we leave, I have to give you some poi-" I was cut off my Damien's agonizing screams.

I rubbed my forehead in frustration. I picked up one of the loose bricks, coming out of the walls. I handed it over to my mother. "Handle it." I ordered.

"With pleasure sweetie." She smiled, taking the brick from my hands.

I watched as she walked over to Damien. He shook his head, and muffled pleads though his tape. She lifted up the brick and smashed it on his head. It automatically split in half. More blood exuded through the brand new wound on his head.

I'm preserving him, I want him to have an unforgettable death.

I turned my attention back to Michael who's face had determination written all over it.

"Okay babe, we have to be quick, like I said. Keep a squatting stance, you get more leverage and you're less likely to fall over. Always aim for the head, and the neck." I told him, rubbing his arm.

"I'm ready Lays." He told me.

He leaned closer and gave me a sweet kiss on my cheek. When he pulled back, I winked at him.

My mom walked back over, and grabbed her knife. We all were semi squating. "Weapons up!" I ordered.

"Ready?" I asked, looking back.

They nodded and I looked forwards. I creaked the door open slowly. I held it, allowing all of us to get out.

I held my riffle up, and cleared one of the main hallways. I crept on the wall and peeped around the corner. Once I looked, I saw 4 guards. I looked back, and laid flat on the wall. "There four guards." I whispered, looking over to them.

I peeked around the corner and they all where facing the opposite direction. I walked further into the hallway exposing myself. I squatted down and aimed my riffle. I looked in the scope and shot all four guards in there skulls. They all collapsed one by one. The bullet shells fell on the tile floor, echoing through the aisles.

I got back up to my regular position, and motioned for Michael and my mom to come.

"Let's go pat there belts and get some weapons." I reckoned, walking over to the lifeless bodies.

They nodded at me, and they proceeded over to the henchman.

As they patted for weapons, I looked at my surroundings. The warehouse was quite dark, and the air was smoggy. The thick humidity made us all perspire. The lights flickered on each hallway, and there were faulty wiring in other places. My mind was on one thing, and one thing only.

I need to find Maria, and I know exactly where she is.

My thoughts were interrupted by something grabbing me from behind. I elbowed the attacker in the stomach, causing them to fall back. I turned around and fought this man. He threw punches at me but I dodged them. I took out my knife and walked closer to him. I brought my arm up forcefully and slashed the knife; opening the flesh on his neck. He began chocking on his own blood; coughing up obscenities. "Fuck you." He gurgled.

I laughed at him, as blood seeped through his fingers. I turned around to see Michael and my mother's mouth wide open. They both had weaponry. Michael had a M4A1 and my mom had an AK47.

Perfect.

I looked at Michael who's hand was already on the trigger.
"No baby, you have to put your finger on the side, you can shoot an unwanted shot. Or yourself. Never put your finger on the trigger unless you have to." I informed him.

He nodded and looked down at his weapon. He placed his finger on the side, and put his gun up.

"Let's go!" I whispered.

I walked in front of Michael and my mom and waved my gun around, hoping for a target. I walked down 4B which is were the control panel should be.

I have keen hearing. I listen to these things.

I tredded lightly, keeping my alertness up. Then, I looked up at the ceiling to look for any surprise attackers. The only thing that was bothering me was the flickering lights.

I took a sharp left, with Michael, and my mom close behind me. Slowly, I walked over into this bar where the tables were fallen and things were shooken up.

Pew

The sound of the bullet cutting the air alarmed me. I immediately pulled down Michael and my mother, behind a table. The ganja started firing shots at our steel table. The sounds of the bullets meeting the metal, was quite loud.

Me, Michael, and my mom turned around, placing our backs on the table.

"Guys!" I yelled, through the ambushes. "We have to fight! Watch and learn!" I yelled.

"Okay!" Michael yelled, holding his ears.

I got on my knees, and put my riffle over the table, I looked in the scope and started firing shots back. I shot one of the men in the head, and another in the chin.

They shot more bullets, and I quickly got down, breathing hard. My heart was fueled with adrenaline. I looked to my right to see a man creeping by a table near us. I aimed my gun quickly and gave him a head shot. All of his movements ceased, letting me know he was dead.

Our table began to weaken so we had to transfer tables. I saw a table to my right, by these shelves. The small alcohol bottles collapsed off the shelves.

"We got to move!" I bellowed, still shooting guards.

"Okay let's go, move! Move! Move!" My mom yelled.

She got infront of me and rolled over to the next table. A bullet grazed her arm and she began to cry in agony. I panicked inside and sighed in annoyance.

"Go Mikey." I sighed. "And hurry."

Michael ran quickly, dodging the bullets coming his way. I ran just as fast behind him, missing all the shots.

I quickly attended to my mother and started calming her. "You alright mom?" I yelled over the gunshots.

She yelled back. "This doesn't hurt as bad, as the cut Damien gave me!"

I smiled at her confidence and picked up some pure alcohol that fell from the shelves.

People drink this crap?

I tool the cap off with my teeth and stared at my mom. "Ready!" I yelled.

"As ever!" She told me.

I poured to alcohol on her wound and she began to suck in the air through her teeth. "You're okay mom." I assured her.

She nodded weakly at me.

"Michael!" I started. "Fire them up, while I patch my mom up."

He nodded at me, and got on his knees. He fired bullets over the table. All I heard was ammunition being fired, and bullets cutting the air.

I turned my attention back to my mom. I looked down at my abdomen and remembered I had cloth on it. I cut a piece of cloth off, from my gunshot wound dressings. I tied my cloth back up, and wrapped the stray piece on my mom's arm tightly. She winced in pain at the pressure. "It's okay mom. All done." I yelled, tying up her arm.

"Thanks Layla Hun." She told me. I smiled back and got on the table with Michael. My mom followed. The gunfire began to quiet slowly because we were knocking these henchman down like flies. We fired shots left and right. None ricocheted of the tables, they all were implanted in someone's body.

My proudness quickly diminished, when I saw a grenade land, without the stem.

"Grenade! Run!" I yelled.

We ran from the grenade, firing shots as we moved to the next table, far from the bomb.
"Lay down, feet up! And cover your ears!" I ordered, yelling at this point.

They followed my orders and covered their ears. The grenade blasted, making a vast amount of sound waves come our way. Chunks flew by us, cutting the air. Our shoes and our table took most of the impact. The other tables flew, and the dry wall behind us began to collapse slowly. Michael squinted his eyes hard, as debris flew past us. I got back up, and began firing shots ruthlessly at the last 5 guards.

Michael had an irritated look on his face as did my mother. The grenade made us more upset.

Petty.

We shot the last of the guards, and there bodies all fell to the floor. I fell back, wiping the sweat on my face, and breathed in heavily. My mom and Michael were regaining their composure.

Michaels chest heaved up and down, as he swallowed his spit.

He wiped the sweat off his head. "You were great lays." He said, smiling at me.

"Thank you! You were great for a first timer." I said, taking his hand.

"Well, that grenade fueled some anger in me. Maybe even madness. You were right. You gotta kill or, be killed." He confessed, still exhaling hard.

I smiled wanly at him.

Michael POV

This is some Call of Duty shit, excuse my French.

This was more electric then being on stage. I was breathing hard with adrenaline. I kept my finger off the riffle, and relaxed, gaining my composure again.

I looked around me to see carcases everywhere. The smell of burning flesh, and gun smoke filled my nose. The tables, and the walls were completely demolished. The other raggedy furniture were pierced with bullets, leaving small holes. Bullet shells, and fragments decorated the floors.

I can't believe I killed people today.

Wait.

Panic and guilt began to boil in the pit of my stomach. "Layla, we killed a lot of people today. And this Is the U.S. What if we get arrested?" I asked her.

She looked over at me, blinking slowly. "Well Michael, we were driven to something called a cold reserve. It's a place where the U.S could never find us, or these bodies. This location is not even on the GPS. The Ganja chose this place to get away with crime." She whispered.

Her mother scoffed. "Yeah, they are some smart bastards." She said, wiping the blood off her gun.

I scoffed with her. "Yeah I know, but what's next? Where's the exit?"

Layla sighed heavily. "This is the plan." She started. "We have to go go the control panel first, and disable all the cameras. That's how they find us. Matter a fact." She stopped and picked up her riffle.

She looked up and aimed at the cameras in the corner of the room. She shot all 4, and sat back down.

"Now, before we disable the cameras, we have to look at the screens, I need to find Maria's dumb ass." She rolled her eyes. "I want Damien, Maria, and Johnson in the same room."

I rubbed her arm gently. "Okay, is that it babe?"

"No Mike, there are an array of weapons, maybe even bombs. I want to blow this shit up, before we leave." She ran her fingers through her hair.

Her mom faced us both. "That's a long mission baby." She told us.

"I know, but we killed a lot of the guards. We did a lot, today. We can get through it." Layla told us both.

Me and her mom nodded at her, and began to get up.

Laylas POV

I began to get up, and wipe the dust on my legs. "Alright guys, let's go to the control panel."

Michael cheered dully. "Lead the way."

I stepped over the dead bodies; heading for the door. My feet crunched against the glass, shells, and other debris. I went over to one of the dead guards and picked up his weapon. I knew I was going to run out of ammo soon. I patted down another guard and found some spare bullets and a clip. Once I finished, we hurried out of the bar.

I began to lead the way in the halls. I was about to turn on the hall where the panel is, but 3 more guards dressed in suits charged at us.

The guard began to tussle with me. He got his Assalt Riffle and pushed it on my neck. He forced it on the wall.

I began to gasp for air, but with each breath, they became short. With quick thinking, I kicked the attacker in the knee. He fell on top of me; Punching me in my jaw. I was about to give up until someone grabbed his hair roughly.

Michael.

He grabbed his hair, and pulled his head back. With a quick reflex, he pulled his knife out and slid the it across his throat. The wound was from ear to ear.

I slid from underneath the guard, and watched Michael. He through the relinquished the guys head angrily. I watched as the blood spooled from his mouth.

Michael wiped his head and rushed over to me. "You alright Layla?" He asked concerned.

My eyes bulged twice it's size. Michael had a confused look on his face. I pulled his body on top of mine, right before the shot hit him in the head.

I rolled from underneath him, he was laying down, and I was sitting in his lap. I fired a shot to one of the Ganjas heart. He fell the the ground clenching his chest.

I got off Michael, only to find the man still reaching for his gun.

Fighter?

I got my knife, and began to plunge it into his body repeatedly. I grunted with tears streaming down my face. I kept angrily stabbing this man, with blood splatting all over my body.

Warm soft hands began to pull me off. I didn't fight because I knew who's hands they were.

I turned around to face Michael. "Sorry, he was trying to kill you, and angered me. No one messes with y'all." I told him, while pointing at both of them.

He cupped my bloody face in his hands. "Layla, baby. Keep your composure. I'm alright. I swear."

I smiled at his reassurance and wiped my knife on my clothes. "Okay, let's go."

I turned to the right, holding up my gun still. Michael, walked in front of me this time, eyeing the hallways. He held up his hand, motioning us to stop.

He stopped at this door, that had golden letters on them.

"Control room." He read happily. "We found it Layla!" He cheered.

"Shhhhhh." My mom hushed.

He blushed. "Right."

We opened the door, but it wouldn't budge.

I sighed in frustration and rubbed my fingers through my hair.

Michael pushed me and my mom aside, gently. "Let me do it, I got it." He told us.

We obeyed and stepped back further. Michael looked in his scope and shot a round of bullets at the handle. It fell off and the door began to open.

When I opened it all the way, I was greeted by someone I knew I would find here. Maria sat down holding her gun.

I took out my hand gun and shot her in the hand without a warning or explanation.

She screamed out in agony and began to cry. "Stop with these dramatic entrances bitch. Where has that gotten you?" I spat.

"It's gotten me here." She told me before she swung the gun at me with her free hand.

I bobbed and weaved it. I socked the gun out of her hands and it slid on the floor.

She began to hit me with the hand I shot at. Shes gained a lot of pain resistance, I applaud. She jabbed me in the chin, but I through a sucker punch in her direction. It landed on her nose, and her nostrils tarted to exude blood.

"Haha." I tuanted.

My mom pulled me back before Maria could hit me. "Let me handle her."

I tried to run back up, and beat Maria's ass but Michael held me back. "Stop Layla, this needs to happen. Let her get this out."

All I could do was watch.

Nancy's POV

I began to punch this bitch as hard as I could.

I grabbed the back of her head and forced onto a wall.

"This is for stealing my husband." I told her before bashing her head into the wall.

I heard Michael and Layla cheering me on. "Go momma! Go Ms. Nancy!" They cheered.

"This is for having everything you want, and still taking to little bit I had." My voice cracked. I bashed her head again into the wall, and the cement began to crack.

I got a tighter grip on the back of her head."And this is for messing with my daughter." I turned her around and head-butted her, making her unconscious. She fell to the floor, and I left her there. Blood and cement decorated her face, making her unrecognizable.

I'm coming back slut.

Layla's POV

I cheered as Maria fell to the floor, blood coating her face.

Yay!

I looked over at Michael. "Babe, can you go put Maria with Damien, we have one more stop, and we'll go see them." I begged.

He sighed playfully."Yeah, darling. Sure, I'll drop her right now. Just watch me on the cameras okay?" He ensured me.

"Okay! But take these." I walked over to the control panel and grabbed the walkie talkies. "I'll inform you if there's any guards, or people trying to come at you, and I'll tell you the quantity." I handed him a walkie talkie.

He cheerfully took it, and put Maria on his shoulder. "Thanks babe." He gave me a peck on the lips.

I smiled at this gesture. "Sure thing, just go!"

He winked at me before he left. I sat down on the control chair and began to operate, watching Michael on the array of screens placed in front of me.

"Mom, can you go keep watch, while I watch Michael. We don't have a lock no more." I giggled at the thought.

Michael shot it off.

"Sure, you and Michael are adorable by the way. He a good man, I can tell." She complimented.

I blushed hard. "Thanks mom."

She hummed in response, and I faced the screens. Michael was running quickly through the club that we were in. But I saw a guard and the door of it. I grabbed my talkie and held the button. "Wait babe, there's a guard outside the door." I warned, looking at the screens.

He stopped running and grabbed his walkie talkie. "Copy, thanks baby." He told me.

I giggled at his "army talk" so I just played along. "Roger that."

He threw Maria on the floor and she hit the floor hard. I laughed at this. He got his handgun and opened the door swiftly. When he did, he immediately shot the guard in his face. The impact of the shot made the man go backwards, and he slid to the floor, leaving a streak of blood on the wall as he went.

Michael walked back in the club and picked Maria up again, placed her on his shoulder, and headed out.

"Good job Mike! Now make a right, and Damien's door is the 3ird one on the right." I instructed.

"Copy." He said .

He opened the door and I quickly realized it was the wrong one. Panic flooded through my body.

Two guards came out with guns. Michael quickly fired a shot at one of them. He got it! That guard fell to the ground.

"Take cover Mike! Take cover!" I yelled through my transmitter.

"He alright? My mom asked, still guarding the door.

"Yeah, he'll be fine." I said calmly.

The other guard fired shots at Mike as Michel ran. He set Maria down again.

Michael quickly went around the corner, taking cover. He picked up the talkie and spoke up.

Uh oh.

"Good job genius, now I'm being shot at." He smartly said.

I kinda got hot, he's cute when he's mad.

"I may have mean the 3ird door on the left. But it was definitely my right not yours, sorry." I dragged, apologizing.

"Too late for sorry Layla. Lemme go handle some shit. " He told me.

He doesn't usually curse, but good heavens that was the hottest shit ever.

I picked up my walkie talkie slowly. "Copy." I told him.

I watched him on the screen as he fired a shot at the guard. He didn't miss this time, it landed through the skull. The guard fell flat on the ground with blood pooling underneath him.

Michael picked up Maria and spoke into the talkie. "This better be the right door." He said, as he walked over to the doors on the other side.

"It is!" I promised.

He opened the door and Damien's eyes lit up as he saw Maria in Michael's arms. Michael sat her down right besides him, and proceeded to leave.

Michaels POV

I was proceeding to leave but Damien's screams stopped me. I picked up a brick and smashed it on Maria's head, for extra measures. I was going to do the same to Damien but something stopped me.

I pulled the tape off his lips. "What? What is it Damien?" I asked.

"Don't kill me please." He pleaded.

"Sorry, but Layla is going to kill you, Maria, and Johnson, when she finds him." I told him, as I picked up some ropes, tying Maria up.

"Johnson fled the country! He's not here anymore." He told me, sympathetically.

"Okay cool, well, good luck." I told him before putting the tape on his mouth again.

He muffled screams and cries, but I didn't care. I picked up my riffle and ran out.

Layla's POV

Damien is such a sorry bastard. Pleading for his life after all he's done. I watched as Michael ran out, jumping over bodies. He ran through the bar. He fired a shot at another guy before I could even warn him.

Good work!

He ran through the 4b hallway. He was about 3 meters away from me. I quickly disabled all the cameras and turned around, only to be greeted by Michael, panting.

"You alright?" I asked, rubbing his back.

He sighed heavily. "Yeah, I don't like being out there, it's too dark, and eerie."

"I know Michael, we have one more stop I promise." I kissed his cheek.

My mom chimed in. "Yeah, I'm trying to go home. I'm tired, and old."

"48 is the new 12." I teased.

"Yeah, you look young. I thought you were Layla's sister at first." Michael complimented.

My mom blushed slightly at all these compliments. "Thanks guys, black don't crack." She winked.

I laughed at here and looked at the controls. I looked at the colorful, vivid keyboard and saw something that made me smile.

Bomb Destination.

I messed with it and set up a time.

20 minutes.

"Whatcha doing?" Michael said, while rubbing my shoulder.

I picked up the remote, that had the time ticking down. "I just set a bomb, let's go." I hurried.

They both looked at me confused. Michael had his eyebrows raised. I gave him a death glare and we proceeded to hurry out.

"Where do we go?" Michael said, while holding his gun up.

"Back to the room where Maria and Damien are. Since Johnson wants to leave like a little bitch." I whispered.

They both nodded, and we sped walked, to the room. Michael fired at one of the guards in front of us, and me and my mom skipped over his body. The shells echoed again through the halls.

We took the same right, and went to the third door on the left. Once we opened it, Maria and Damien looked at us. Sweat beaded on there heads, as there assured death was coming.

I ripped the tape of Maria's mouth and continued.

"So? How are y'all doing?" I asked, sitting in the chair the little boy got murdered in earlier.

"Fuck you bitch." Maria spat at me.

I winked at her. "Lemme show you something." I told her.

I walked over to the bag of weapons Maria left on the ground. I picked up the chainsaw and went over to my chair. "Remember this?"

She gulped hard at the sight of it. "Yes, I remember."

"Well," I started, running the same on her body; still turned off. "Well, it's you're friend. Now which weapon do you want? And who wants to go first?" I mocked her from earlier.

"I don't want neither." She cried to me.

"Chainsaw it is!" I mocked, revving the saw. I place the tape on her mouth and picked her up.

I sat her down in the seat, and tied her legs and feet up.

"Get a taste of your own bullshit bitch!" I yelled before I began cutting her open.

I started to force the saw on her wrists, opening up wounds. Blood spooled out of them; splattering on the floor.

She let out horrific cries of agony which only gave me more motivation to work harder. With a little force, I cut through the bone, chopping her hand off.

I picked up her bloody hand, and smacked her with it. "Why you hitting yourself?" I taunted.

Tears and blood decorated her face. I smacked her with my own hand this time."Shut up!" I yelled.

She whimpered, and cried louder. I began to squat down and cut at her feet. These were a little tougher. Blood gushed from the deep gnashes and pooled underneath her.

Damien let out cries, watching Maria die in front of him. I got annoyed and pulled out my hand gun.

"Shut up." I told him, before firing a round through his head.

Blood splatted all over the room. His brain matter wasn't too far from him. Blood from the front of his head exuded. His lifeless eyes stared at me. A tear escaped from his blank eyes; making me happy inside.

I looked away to stare at Maria. But something beeped in my pocket. I looked and it was my detonator.

6 minute warning.

I fired up my chainsaw and continued to cut at her feet. I bit my lip struggling to cut through the bone, with motivation from Maria's screams, I was able to cut through. The sounds of her bones cracking and flesh ripping was music to my ears. Her foot was finally decapitated.

I shoved it in her mouth as I watched her cry. Her eyes grew large at her own foot. "Don't act like you've never seen these ugly things before."

My mom tapped my shoulder in the middle of me talking "Lemme handle this." She said calmly.

I nodded at her and spit in Maria's face. She just looked at my mom, scared as hell.

Nancy POV

I took the tape off of her mouth and listened to her last words. "Anything you want to say?" I asked her.

"I love you." She coughed, smiling.

Some nerve.

"Well, I don't love you!" I yelled before plunging the knife in her body. She gasped for hair but I just worked more. I stabbed her body over and over again, blood staining my clothes. Her body began to relax, letting me know she was she was dead.

"Just for measures." I said before grabbing the back of her head, slicing her throat. Blood gushed out of her open wound, soaking my clothes.

I was going to stab her again but Layla stopped me. "We have three minutes, we gotta go." She warned.

I heaved her warning and stood up, grabbing my gun.

I stoop up tall before speaking. "Let's go."

Michael POV

These people are crazy.

Well the Ganjas are. I stood up tall before opening the door for the women.

Laylas POV

I walked out of the door, as Michael held it open. I put the detonator watch on, and watched it closely.

2 minutes.

Me Michael, and my mom ran out, still holding our guns up.
We ran through the club, hopping over dead bodies. My mom tripped over one.

"Layla!" She called.

I ran back over to her, helping her up. "You're fine, let's go."

"C'mon C'mon!" Michael yelled.

We ran though the front and there were 2 guards blocking the way.

Without thought, my mother shot the 2 guards down. Blood quickly puddled under their heads.

20 seconds.

"We got 20 seconds, run though the double doors!" I yelled.

Me, Michael, and my mom ran through those doors saying good bye to the Ganja.

I ran at least 20 meters away from the warehouse. My watch beeped rapidly at the last 5 seconds.

"Cover your ears and get down!" I yelled.

Michael and my mother quickly obeyed and got down.

I threw the watch off and watched as the building burst into flames. The explosion set us all back, but we covered our ears. Debris and concrete flew everywhere and the sound was definitely overwhelming. The loud cracking sound of concrete being demolished made my eardrums pop. I sucked in air and winced in pain.

The henchmen's car alarms quickly went off. Also, the plastic and windows began to melt from the high degree of heat. Once the sound was over I uncovered my ears. I heard a faint ringing sound as I took my fingers out. I shook my head and wiped the dirt off my pants. When I got up, I walked towards Michael and my mom and gave them a large hug.

"Good work!" I muffled through the hug.

"Thank you." My mom and Michael said in unison.

Once we relinquished each other, Me, Michael, and my mom walked in harmony. We passed up everything in slow motion, as the Ganjas warehouse burst into a fit of flames.

They're gone; But that's not the last of them.

I need to find Johnson and kill him, before he kills me.

But that's another fight, for another day.

Good golly gosh. My hands re going to fall off, but it's worth it because I love to read y'all's comments and votes. Well! How did you like the chapter, I haven't wrote this long in a while. I hope you liked it! I love you all! 💛

~ Kenny