GANGSTA BOYZ Jimmy Boom Semtex

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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 4^th 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.