I passed Dana's Mustang just before I rolled up to Rich Atkins' gated drive. "Shit," I muttered. I pulled into the drive as far as I could until I reached the gate. A large, surly man with an impressive assault rifle strapped around his shoulder met me there.
Shit
I thought to myself when I saw the weapon.
"Can I help you?" the guard asked gruffly.
I held up my badge. "Detective Mark Alan. I'd like to speak with Mr. Atkins, please."
"Is he expecting you?"
"Uh, no."
"Do you have a warrant?"
"Uh, no."
"Then fuck off."
"I can come back with a warrant if you'd like."
The man shrugged his shoulders. "Go ahead. Until then, fuck off."
I turned and walked back to my car.
Fuck
. The guard watched me closely while I sat there for a moment. I hit the steering wheel.
Fuck!
I picked up my police radio and took a deep breath. I pressed the button. "This is car 221, Detective Alan. Right. I need some back up at 1223 Oceanview Drive. There's a plain clothed detective on site. There's also a plain clothed informant believed to being held hostage inside the home. Right. Possible shots fired inside the home. Proceed with caution. No sirens! And tell them not to fuckin' shoot me!" I threw the mic down. Started the car. And threw it into drive.
The guard dove to the side when my unmarked cruiser smashed through the gate. Within seconds there was automatic gunfire from the terrace of the house as well as from the guard I nearly ran over. I opened the car door and dove out. The car continued to roll up the driveway attracting the gunfire while I took cover behind a decorative boulder.
I pulled out my Berretta and took aim at the nearest shooter on the terrace. The barrel let out a bang. The target's skull cracked when the bullet pierced it. He fell to the ground with a thud. My Army sharpshooter skills kicked in.
I still got it.
I swung around and put the guard at the gate behind me and to my right in my sights. BANG! CRACK! THUD! I swung back around to the second gun man on the terrace. Bullets whizzed past my position. Then I heard click-click-click. I looked. His gun had jammed. BANG! CRACK! THUD!
*****
The three men in the bedroom heard the commotion outside. Atkins pulled out of her ass. "Go see what the fuck's goin' on!" Sammy threw Dana off of him and Charlie yanked his pulsing pud out of her mouth.
"Hey! Where you pricks goin'!" Dana yelled. She was blind with lust.
"OH, we're not done. Roll the fuck over!" Dana rolled onto her back and Atkins straddled her. He stroked his pole fast and hard. "Oh yeah! Here it comes! Oh yeah! Fuck!" His body jerked and a rope of white sprayed out over her tits and neck.
"Oh yeah! Fuck yeah! Give it to me!"
*****
I was inside the house, pressed against the walls, slinking along, ducking into every open door as I went. I listened for any sounds of distress. I heard footsteps scurrying in my direction. I ducked into a dark room. A body raced past me. I stepped out. BANG! CRACK! THUD! I stepped over the fallen body, holstered my gun, and picked his assault rifle off the floor.
The fuckin' criminals always get the cool stuff!
I worked my way further into the house.
I heard the click of a trigger and dove. RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT! Bullets zipped past me. A rifle barrel came into view. RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT! "Ugh!" THUD!
I slinked my way deeper into the mansion. I heard moaning and scuffling behind a door. I saw shadows under the door. I shouldered the rifle and pulled out my Berretta. I stepped closer.
The door flew open when I kicked it. It slammed against the wall. Directly in front of me in my gun sights was Dana. Her long blonde hair was matted to her glistening and naked body. Atkins was behind her smiling, equally naked. He had one arm around her rib cage. The other was holding a pistol against her ear.
"Drop the weapon, Atkins. You're under arrest," I said calmly.
"Detective Mark Alan, I presume," Atkins said with a smile. "Isn't that cute? You're boyfriend came to rescue you."
"You okay, Dana?" I asked while I kept him in my sights.
"Never better," she growled. "Now shoot this motherfucker!"
I heard the cry of sirens outside.
I said no fucking sirens! Fuck!
"Drop it, Atkins, and nobody has to get hurt."
He laughed. "Here's what's going to happen. You're going to lead me and your girlfriend out of here. Then we're going to get in a car and you're going to take me where I tell you to take me after I make a couple of calls. After that, I'll be in the wind."
I shook my head. "Nah, I don't think so."
Atkins shrugged his shoulders. "Or, I can put a bullet in your girlfriend's brain. I don't think you want me to do that, do you?" He pressed the gun to her head harder, tilting her head.
"Will you shoot this motherfucker already?!"
We stared at each other. Then time slowed to a crawl. I lowered my weapon. It fired. Atkins' knee that was between Dana's legs exploded. His grip on Dana loosened and she spun. Atkins grimaced and howled, then raised his weapon. My weapon fired again. A red dot appeared between his eyes and his head snapped back. He crumpled to the floor, dead.
I knelt on the floor and felt his neck for a pulse. Nothing. His body shifted when Dana kicked him in the ribs. I couldn't help but notice his huge hard on when his body rocked.
"Motherfucker!"
I stood up and looked at her. "You sure you're okay?"