"Headlights!"
Officer Samuel N'Dolla jostled about with his cell partner in arms, Sheriff's Deputy Riley Filmore. Samuel really should have been the one on the back of the borrowed ATV and preaching over cellphone use while trying to control his vehicle. Sam might just write him a ticket if they made it out of the forest alive.
"Incoming ATV lights, Coot! Hang on, this could be Bebe and Talbot. We have to be getting close to the treehouse." Lowering his cell, he pulled over on the narrow path. Just to be cautious Samuel hopped off and blended into the shrubbery in case this was some sort of ambush by Wayne Nichols. The oncoming ATV wasn't slowing down for a second which meant either the driver couldn't stop, or they were just too afraid too. Flickering the sole headlight on the ATV Riley hoped for a courtesy reply. No answer, only because Jenna Nichols was afraid to let go of the handlebars. Closer and closer Riley caught a glimpse of the riders. "It must be the Nichols."
Waving her down Riley nearly lost a leg as she breezed by him, her mother ducking a low branch over her, Jenna too close to the foliage. Off they sped, with no intention of stopping for anyone until they were free of these woods. "Coot?" Riley brought his cell back to his ear. "Warn the Agents behind us that the Nichols ladies are on their way out on the second ATV. They're gunning it. Just make sure nobody shoots at them." Speaking of, a pair of gunshots up ahead in the darkness attracted he and Samuel. "Shots fired! Gotta go!" Hanging up on the Sheriff, Riley told Sam to go on foot in case he got shot at riding through. It was always smart to have a backup plan.
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Back at Margo Manor!
"Hear all of that Tanner?" Sheriff Coot Donnelly looked to his FBI agent equal, still agitated by all of the intense sexual moaning downstairs in the basement level.
"I did!" Buford in reaction used his headset to contact his agents out there in the darkness. "Move in carefully, Troops. The Nichols women should be coming your way on an ATV. Do not shoot them they just breezed by the Wildwood boys out of fear. Repeat do not shoot at the ATV." Only two agents replied while Buford winced queerly at the sheriff and their hostess Margo Needy standing in front of them. Margo refused to pull together her blue mini robe. With a full-frontal exposure right down the middle Margo's pussy was quite distracting, as was her artificial melons, half of which were visibly delightful. Turning his gaze away from Margo, Tanner called out a selection of names. "Newton come in?" Margo smirked at Coot and bit her lower lip. The sheriff knew very well her one-track mind. Come on in Boys!
"Wellington? Trent?" Nothing! "Johnson?" Growling over no response he even tried his man out by the main road guarding Roxie Durbin's car. Still dead silence! "We have troubles. You might want to hide the ladies, Sheriff. My boy's negligence out there can't be a good sign." Coot agreed grabbing Margo gently by her elbow and escorting her to the basement.
"We have to prepare for anything. This Federal crap could go sideways. Whomever Wayne Nichols really is, he either has allies or someone out to silence him. Fingers crossed Tanner's boys are just losing contact out here in the valley where the signals are weak."
"Riley just called you. They can't be that at a disadvantage."
"Valid point! Which means if you have a good hiding place I'd hole up."
"I love it when you talk dirty."
"Wrong holes, Margo. I need you to start taking this seriously. If this is as bad as it appears none of us may come out of this alive." Reaching the basement level for the first time Coot Donnelly dropped his jaw in seeing the sweaty fiasco that hadn't stopped once since he walked into Margo's front door, technically, her driveway. Most likely her gravel road coming in from Route 6.
One of his own Officer Chyna Whitmore was dangling over Brian Hancock's chest, the beast sloppily feasting on her hairless cunt. The bombshell blond screamed and shared Brian's dick with the youngest of the cat ladies Olivia Furman. Olivia sucking his dick and passing it off repeatedly to Chyna was just plain... Coot really did need laid.
To Brian's right, standing just as majestically was Olivia's boss Crista Pooshard on her knees destructively deep throating Jeffrey Hancock. Face-fucking her had her tuning out the world.
Feminine feet over the arm of a sofa hid Frannie Filmore and FBI Agent Golli Romero. In her temptation Golli just had to risk her own career at Frannie's sensuality. Easing over to look down from the sofa's back Coot found Romero devouring and fingering Frannie. Frannie with her head tilted back came hard over Romero's tongue. Only Golli still had her clothing on.
"Agent?" Coot bumped the couch to no avail. "Agent?" He took out his nightstick and leaned over to tap her spine. All that managed was Golli lifting her ass up.
"Allow me?" Margo took Coot's nightstick and went in from the side. Like a big dick she jabbed Golli in the cunt through her black pants. The cameltoe evident Margo made certain to hit the right vicinity. After four hard jabs Golli looked up with a drenched expression and looked back. She saw Coot first. An oh, shit moment realized she threw herself off of Frannie and wiped her face off on her coat arm.
"Relax Agent! You need to straighten up and get upstairs with Tanner. Your troops might be losing their lives out there. Not many of your team are answering your boss."
"Fuck!" She did pull herself together and pointed at Margo with the stick. "Put that away."
"ROMERRRRO!" Tanner bellowed from upstairs. His yell invited attention from the second floor as all of the younger folk isolated in Eric Crowe's bedroom jumped. Within the room Ben Dunn held Lily Crowe while Greg Shepard dealt with his mother Anita. Greg sought answers as to why she was even out there. She could easily ask him the same question.
Eric Crowe nudging Kimberly Lisa Hines from his lap hurried down the hall to the upstairs landing to eavesdrop. Golli Romero along with Sheriff Donnelly spoke unchecked about nobody on her team answering now. This resulted in Coot calling Riley Filmore back. Frannie now aware through Margo hurried upstairs to join them, feeling guilty over consuming Golli's time and emotions. Nymphos often didn't have a care in the world.
Having been instructed to behave Officer Chyna Whitmore remained downstairs with the God's of Needy Manor. The cat ladies were exhausted, so they got dressed. The trouble was they refused to leave Brian and Jeffrey Hancock alone and resorted to simply kissing on them.
Chyna straightening up thought of her bestie molestie Bebe Service out there in the dark. They had feelings for one another even if Bebe preferred dick. So did Chyna, but Bebe was just her fantasy on the side, reality tested. "Everyone stays here." She abandoned the others and went upstairs to listen in. Margo following her up felt the others were safe enough down here. Besides, she knew better than to preempt her masters.
"Filmore?" Coot managed to get Riley on the phone. "Tanner's Agents aren't answering. You see any trouble?"
"No gunfire outside of Bebe firing to scare off a big cat. Talbot's up in the treehouse putting out candles. At least he's thinking of the neighborhood. No sign of Durbin and Nichols. They must have escaped through the overgrowth. Can't see a thing out here. We're going to head back as soon as Talbot gets down here."
"Be advised to spread out. If there's a new arrival out here picking off agents, none of us are safe."
"The Nichols ladies show up yet?"
"Not yet!" Coot noticed Chyna and Margo headed into the dining room and followed them. Peering out the French doors they saw a headlight roaring from the tree line. "Wait! I see lights coming this way. Bring it back in. We can search for Durbin and Nichols when there's daylight to see by. I... where the hell is that ATV going?"
Roaring around the side of the house for the front Coot burst away and bolted for the front door. Golli sensing trouble took Chyna with her out the back door and sent her to the right side of the house while the agent took the left, guns drawn. Just as Coot informed Tanner and opened the front door the spray of a semi-automatic weapon riddled the police cars out front, tires shot out until there was no giving chase later. A spray at the porch sent Coot slamming the door and ordering the inhabitants into hiding.
Now even Brian and Jeffrey Hancock came bolting up the staircase to see what was going on. Margo and Frannie took control over the kids and the cat ladies. "Everyone upstairs to the attic. No lights and don't move around. Whomever this is shooting at us doesn't know how many of us are in here." Margo instructed! As Frannie motioned those on the second level to join them. A flood of activity Brian led the way.
"What the fuck is going on?" Tanner bellowed ducking until the firepower ceased. The ATV fleeing into the darkness avoided being shot at by both Golli and Chyna. Once the assailant faded away behind trees, the ladies returned to the front porch to convene with Tanner and Coot Donnelly.
"Who was that? Where are the Nichols?" Coot hissed without answers. "Filmore? You alive?"
"We're here, Coot! All four of us. Tell Tanner that someone butchered his agents. Everyone we've come across has either a slit throat or a headshot. This guy must be a silent sniper. We borrowed night vision goggles so we can at least have a fighting chance."
"The ATV came flying out, but the Nichols weren't on it. Some guy with an Uzi took out our cars so we couldn't give chase. Still no Durbin and Wayne?"
"Not yet! I'm not risking the four of us. We don't even know if this shooter is solo. We could have another out here. I bet it's whomever Wayne has plans to testify against."
"I'm not leaving Jenna out here." Heath Talbot walked up tapping the baseball bat he had on his palm. Officer Bebe Service next to him shook her head at seeing how erect his cock still was. The kid... the master... sure had steely nerves tonight.
"We can't see more than fifty feet ahead of us, Talbot." Samuel intervened! "We will find the Nichols."
"Then, let's get started." Stepping over a dead agent Heath began walking up the trail. Seeing scattered bodies did make him sick but he felt compelled to save his slave and her mother if at all possible. Bebe followed him struggling to stay focused. That bare ass... she shivered just watching it. Unable to follow behind Heath in her lust she ran ahead of him and warned Heath to stay behind her. No problem! Worried about Jenna absolutely, but he was still a man. Now he was staring at her ass. Night vision was pretty nifty!
"Stay alert, Samuel." Riley in charge had a lot to lose. Not just his allies on the force, but his wife Francine was out here in the middle of it all. An Uzi was traditionally used as a sign of don't fuck with me. He would be lying if he didn't fear the rest of this night. Calling in more troops was the logical choice but to what end? It was obvious whoever was killing these agents was a serious badass. How in the hell were they going to explain a massacre like this? The local news alone would ruin his world even if he and Frannie were able to go home safely. If the ATV rider took off, he hoped that was a good sign they might make it until morning. Now, fingers crossed they prayed that they could at least find Jenna and Erica Nichols alive and well.
Closing in on the clearing it became noticeable that the ATV had ran over a dead body and likely flipped when nobody was there to notice. Maybe the women were thrown off and had hidden themselves away somewhere. That or Wayne and Durbin had them. The killer was likely there for Wayne and just eliminated everyone in his way. Maybe in his drive by, the rider had achieved his mission and had killed Wayne Nichols. Until he saw a body Riley would remain positive.
"ATV flipped, see the skid and tumble marks." Riley stepped ahead of Bebe and Heath. As leader he felt it right to take a bullet first if it had to happen. Nothing so far at least. "Looks like bodies were flown off over here. Skid marks in that section of dirt." He knelt next to it. "Could be the ladies dumped and ran. Footprints leading toward the garage it looks like. Small feet so likely the women. Sam? Be cautious and go check out the garage."
"On it!" The tall black man hugged the tree line all the way up to and behind the garage. No lights on he reached a side door entrance and peered in with his night vision. No signs of life but there were a few cars to hide behind, even a massive loft to seek refuge. Entering to a deafening silence he could have turned on the lights but refrained.
