Guns for Hire - Script Thirteen

Nursling Industrial Estate, off Interstate 101, 9.15pm 08/05/2015

Taking this as their cue, Price, Vrasten & Skinpin scuttled towards the open door, from inside could be heard muffled voices however these were quickly drowned out as one of Reece's lackeys fired up a generator inside the warehouse, through the door feeble flickering light spilled out as temporary lights were switched on. Realising that if they did not act soon they would loose the initiative price flicked spun a stun grenade through the door, as the dull thud echoed across the estate she slid through the door closely followed by Vrasten & Skinpin.

From his vantage point high on the water tower Mariusz made good use of his Giscard's night optics flicking between IR & Lowlite options, Gonzales, down on the ground, decided on a change of plan, quickly he molded charges around two of the towers stanchions & inserted remote detonators into the Semtex, about half a kilogram to each leg. Switching his comm unit to one to one he told Mariusz what he was about before disappearing into the darkness to retrieve their dented MPV, nervously Mariusz watched Gonzales's heat trace meander back across east across the scrub land until it finally disappeared from view hoping that his favourite little ladyboy remembered who was sat some fifty feet above his latest firework display.

Inside the doorway Price took charge nodding Vrasten & Skinpin to take up positions to either side of the main openings leading into the main area of the warehouse, glancing towards the sectioned off paint & welding booths price was satisfied that how many & whoever was with Reece were on the other side of the wall behind her.

As one Price, Vrasten & Skinpin swung around into the openings behind them bringing arms to bare on what ever lay beyond, startled faces, including a couple of no tails & at least one kid looked back at them, then hell let loose the dogs of war, mere seconds later half a dozen of Reece's Skulls lay dead or dying, for good measure Skinpin finished off one of the injured with a well placed frag grenade.

Vrasten, bile rising, desperately hoped that he hadn't wasted the kid.

Nursling Industrial Estate, off Interstate 101, 9.18pm 08/05/2015

Up on the tower Mariusz continued to scan all quarters of the estate for any sign of movement, glancing downwards he cursed as two figures, almost at the base of the tower, jogged towards the sub station, unhesitatingly Mariusz slipped off the safety catch, whispered a warning over his comm's unit & took out the goon carrying the flashlight.

Quarter of a mile away Gonzales heard the dull resonance of gunfire kill the silence of the night, picking up the pace he quickly reached the MPV, luckily he still had the keys, starting it up he picked his way carefully back to the track & running only on side lights headed back towards the estate entrance.

Nursling Industrial Estate, off Interstate 101, 9.19pm 08/05/2015

Back in the warehouse the silence following the barrage of gunfire was broken only by the moaning of the injured & metallic click as emptied magazines are replaced, before however any further shots are fired a voice called out from behind a battered coach, recognising the voice as that of Reece Price gestured to Skinpin & Vrasten to hold off.

Reece, arms held low walked out from behind the coach,

"Why'd you do it bitch, we did good for you, not enough fucker's dead at the motel for your liken' then was there, com' back to finish the job"

Peeking around the corner Price replied,

"I just want my kit Reece, all that shit at the motel was fuck all to do with me, you won't believe me but I'm as pissed as you for what its worth"

Shaking his head in disbelief Reece stared down at the shattered remains of his life long friend Blink,

"Take it, just take it then fuck off & die bitch, I hope your happy with what you've done"

From the shadows Vrasten watched as Price slipped out of view through the clutter inside the warehouse, shit I hoped it was worth it thought Vrasten, cos' as far as I see it, it ain't worth shit, across the opening Skinpin hummed, badly.

Nursling Industrial Estate, off Interstate 101, 9.22pm 08/05/2015

Sliding the MPV to a halt at the junction of the track & the estate road Gonzales caught a glimpse of a figure silhouetted in the glow from the people carriers side lights, calling in a warning to Mariusz, Gonzales watches on as the figure dances in a blaze of gunfire,

"Seen him" was the curt reply "be with you in a sec"

Nursling Industrial Estate, off Interstate 101, 9.23pm 08/05/2015

Kit bag over her shoulder price headed back towards Vrasten & Skinpin, passing Reece she started to speak but realised there was nothing she could say, as far as Reece was concerned she, Price, had shit on the Skulls from a great height, as the three turned for the exit Reece spoke again,

"The truck in town today, that was you wasn't it. You fucking bitch, it was my fuckin' sister, you a fuckin' history"

Not waiting to reply Price, closely followed by Vrasten & Skinpin didn't hang around to join in the pleasantries, as they sped out into the night, Price veered towards the pick up that Reece had driven up in not ten minutes earlier, Vrasten, throwing himself into the passenger seat screamed into his comm unit,

"Mariusz, we're coming out now, be ready, we might be bringing company"

Skinpin, last through the door, paused momentarily to hurl a second frag grenade back into the dimly lit warehouse before leaping onto the back of the pick up & settling in with the body bags, s'funny thought Skinpin, only two bags, should be three according to Gonzales"

Nursling Industrial Estate, off Interstate 101, 9.24pm 08/05/2015

Wheel spinning the pick up towards the gate Price could see the MPV pulled up on the verge aside the main track, as he pulled past it an deafening explosion ripped through the night, behind the pick up there was a blaze of light & the water tower slowly collapsed across the access road to the estate, through the settling dust all could see headlights from the Skulls battered coach come to a halt on the other side of the crumpled water tower steelwork.

From the back of the pick up Skinpin raised his pistol & emptied a full clip into the figures milling around the front of the parked bus but not before several shots ripped into the MPV, as Price pulled away Skinpin kicked open the tailgate & rolled the two body bags into the road.

In the MPV Vrasten urged Gonzales to step on the gas, as Mariusz pulled in behind the pick up the rear light exploded,

"incoming" screamed Vrasten

Turning to see why Gonzales had stopped Vrasten gaped open mouthed as Gonzales sat staring at where his left arm used to be.

" I think you've lost your damage waver" murmured Gonzales.

Paraiso Taqueria, Interstate 101, 10.03pm 08/05/2015

"Look with what I've got its the best I can do OK" said Skinpin "he'll live, maybe, but I need to get him on the table OK, he's lost a lot, & I mean a lot of blood, I've filled him full of dorph buts its still touch & go"

Price turned from where she was sat watching the interstate,

"Reece's crew just drove past headin' towards Santa Paula, guess now's as good a time as any to move out"

Interstate 101, 04.27am 09/05/2015

Vrasten was tired but if Gonzales was to survive he needed to keep driving, another couple of hours would see them back at the Hope, Skinpin had made a couple of calls, not only was one of the hopes listed ripperdoc's on hand but according to Skinpin he was a dab hand with cyberware, glancing at his watch he figured Price & Mariusz, astride Price's S-MAX, would probably be back in Night City by now so at the very least Mariusz would make sure that everything was prepped,

"Er, Vrasten, I hate to say it" said Skinpin "but we've got company"

Looking in the rear view mirror Vrasten could see see the flashing red lights gaining on them.

Pulling over Vrasten got his shit together, after all he'd been a cop for nigh on fourteen years.

Twenty minutes later Vrasten got back behind the wheel,

"Sweet moves Vrasty baby" said Skinpin, "car shot to fuck, no tail lights, Gonzales leaking like a sieve & not even a ticket, class act man"

"Shit Skinpin, lay of the pills"

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