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These lads were
something special in their own right, a group of real hard crims who didn’t
give a fuck on who they fucked over, stole from, set up, beat up, put contracts
on, sold bad drugs to, put a gun to or shot dead for the pure fun of it. They
had done most things and if they hadn’t done it you could bet your left
testicle they’d be doing it soon. They lived in the town of Renford near the
border with Scotland; they wanted to get contacts from over the border to
import weapons in exchange for exporting drugs. This was a new sideline from
the regular protection rackets, dealing low-level drugs like weed, ketamine and
Charlie to those left alive who would be classed as druggies. That never
stopped because of the many wars and disturbances that had happened over the
last few decades, no way. Every man and his sister took something or other to
take the edge of the bitter reality that was now real life; criminals took
every chance to take advantage of that. They were the best there was, an
unhealthy compliment to the real deal, fuck with these and the old cliché would
tear you to bits after they had.
They were: Gant,
Andrew, Gerald and Joyce, four boys in their early to mid-20s each with a specialty
and all multi skilled so they could change roles when they had to, helping the
others out. Gant and Andrew had done bird in the hellhole that was the English
army prison garrison at Kendal over the years. Gant was inside when Andrew
escaped by silently climbing the fifty-foot wall of white greased concrete,
even today he kept it secret how he had done it. No ladder, rope or other
climbing apparatus was used; this guy was like bloody Spiderman and climbed
like a monkey. After escaping he went to his contacts and returned with a
hundred year old Conqueror tank and blew the front gate in with three 125mm
high explosive shells, then slowly advanced through the wreckage at 5mph.
Return fire from the English army’s small arms and light grenade launchers
bounced off the tank like ping pong balls. Onwards they went, criminal gangster
boys busting ass getting their lad outa the slammer! Andrew drove the tank
while his other crim buddies Gerald manned the main gun with Josh on the hull
machine gun, a team that needed a 4th man to load the big heavy
shells into the massive main gun in the turret. Soon he would be here, when
they busted Gant from the inside of this overfilled jail run by the English
army who still maintained a small grip on isolated parts of England. Bitter
fighting had killed most of the soldiers, destroyed their bases and wrecked
their equipment. They were a mere shadow of their former selves but still
dangerous in their local areas.
Into the main yard
the tank drove slowly squashing the bodies of English army soldiers who were
thick enough to get in the behemoth’s way; pulped flesh greased the tracks
briefly aiding fuel economy to the heavy-duty diesel engine. Blood ran into the
gutters making the Devil smile from upon high, more souls for his purgatory
spreading his dark influence onto the land. From the barred glassless windows a
cheer went up as the jailbirds inside heard the explosions and gunfire and
revving tank engine, their boring existence had been broken by an event. Prison
guards ran onto the yard firing machine carbines and machine pistols from the
hip on full fucking auto, empty shell cases rattled onto the concrete and slugs
whined from the ten-inch armour of the heavy Conqueror tank.
Andrew stopped the
tank facing one group allowing Joyce to cut them down with 7.62mm gunfire in
short well aimed bursts that bowled them over like nine pins. The other group
of guards fired directly from behind the tank when their colleagues were cut
down, Gerald slowly turned the heavy turret 180 degrees. He aimed at the group
of ten men with the co-axial machine gun and fired one long burst of a hundred
rounds, cutting them down and silencing their puny fire, permanently. Andrew
slowly drove to the doorway leading into the prison as the turret rotated to
face forward – one single high explosive shell made short work of the two inch
toughened steel door. The smoke and debris cleared, Joyce and Andrew dismounted
their positions and left the tank taking large .45 calibre pistols with them
and plenty of ammo clips. Gerald stayed in the turret on the guns, controlling
the area so the army wouldn’t interfere with the operation.
Together with pistols
in hand, eyes darting through the thinning smoke and broken door, they entered
running like deranged madmen. Three English army guards tried to stop them, one
tried to physically bar their way and the other two attempted to raise machine
pistols – Andrew and Joyce shot all of them in the face using full clips of
ammo, reloading and advancing. A long corridor lead ahead into the maze of
passageways and cells, they knew the way where Gant was from a geo locator he
had implanted in his left molar tooth. It was decided to cause major chaos and
release the rest of the inmates, if possible. For this both carried small
magnetic detonators to blow the locks of the cells. Coming up to the first
cells they put the plan into practise – Andrew placed a single mag det on each door
lock with a 30 second delay to allow time to get clear. Cells were on either
side of the corridor so Andrew zigzagged up the corridor with Joyce covering
him. When the end of the corridor came up and branched off to the right and
left, they too branched left, swapping roles as the dets went off in short
sharp cracks smashing the locks. Slowly each door was pushed open and cautious
heads peered out. All they saw were smoke and the flash of popping dets blowing
the doors, the assailants were out of sight.
A single guard came
out of an unmarked wooden door with a revolver, he shot the full seven bullets
at the duo but upper body armour saved their lives, only Andrew was hit in the
upper right arm. He immediately returned fire, killing the officer with two shots
to the head. His brains and shattered skull fragments sprayed over the wall and
the floor before he collapsed, dead. Small explosions from the detonators added
to the confusion. Andrew retorted, “Fuck, that guy winged me! My arm is numb, I
can’t feel it.”
“You’ll be okay.
Let’s finish this job. We’ll patch you up at the tank,” Joyce commented.
“Yea, we gotta get
the man out, it’s why we are here,” Andrew groaned.
“Let’s go, cover me
as I finish putting dets onto the cells,” his fellow crim said.
Now prisoners
congregated in the corridor, Joyce saw this and ordered: “Get outside now!
While you have chance. Go, now!” Firing a single round into the ceiling
galvanised them into action and twenty jailbirds ran away down the corridor and
to freedom.
Going to the next
passageway and up to the next level, deeper into the complex increased the
risk. Surprise would be wearing off and the guards would counter attack, they
had to be fast. Andrew covered Joyce and they went on as before, Joyce placing
the detonators. When this lot of cells was done, they went up a stairway
guarded by two guards. Andrew shot them both using a full magazine, he had
trouble reloading due to his wound, Joyce offered him his gun and he took it,
passing the empty weapon to his friend who speedily reloaded it. Small cracks
echoed up the stairs while they slowly climbed up, pointing their weapons in
their line of sight; a single guard could cut them down here. Coming to the top
they came under fire from two guards thirty yards down the corridor. Joyce
reached into his pocket and withdrew a single egg sized hand grenade. He pulled
the pin with his teeth and threw it down the corridor where it bounced and
clattered, landing near the guards, who emptied their entire magazines on full
auto before their fate was sealed. Bullets ricocheted from the walls and floor
harmlessly before the grenade went off in a huge bang! Screams were cut short
and acrid smoke wafted along the ceiling. Both gunmen ran down the corridor,
ignoring the cells – speed was off the essence and they were out of dets,
except one. This was for Gant’s cell. Pleading eyes looked out from behind
locked doors, through small grilled vents and both avoided eye contact. Coming
up to the cell where their mate was, Andrew got their remaining det ready and
placed it on the lock, then both ran down the corridor and crouched, waiting
for the thing to go off. Crack! The lock was blown; running to the cell with
guns at the ready, Joyce and Andrew swung the damaged door open and entered.
“Hey guys, what took
you?” Gant casually asked, grinning like a cat.
“Good to see you too
mate!” Andrew shouted, not in malice.
“How has the hotel
treated you then Gant?” Joyce asked, passing Gant a pistol and two mags of
bullets.
“I’ve been running
the place.” Gant sat up off the bed and made for the door, glancing at Andrew
to say, “I see you’ve been hit. Does it hurt?”
“Yea, I stopped a
slug. What the fuck do you think? No actually it doesn’t…” he retorted.
“C’mon you pair of
fairies get a move on; we gotta get back to the tank!” Joyce complained.
“Fuckin’ hell! You
busted me out in a tank? Well I’ll buy you a beer when we get back to town,
fuck yea!” Gant laughed.
