Siege At Freaktown Ch. 05

The aftermath of the incidents spread like wildfire. Besides the mayor it was reported on the news that fourteen citizens were killed at the restaurant. At the school twenty were killed and ten were wounded. The two gunman had records stemming from armed robbery, aggravated assault, and murder.

Despite the shock and sadness dwelling upon the town, Carlos Perez was steamed at the captain's actions and needed to know why such a command was made to begin with. He rushed into his office like a madman, slamming the door behind him where the other officers were about to hear an intense argument between the two.

"What the hell is going on?" He asked.

"Don't barge into my office like a savage," said the captain.

"Oh, cut the bullshit. What was that? Stand down? What the fuck was that?"

"They were not equipped to deal with that type of situation. I saved their lives."

"And what about those at the school? Do nothing and let everyone die?"

"What happened at the school was a tragedy, but it doesn't change the fact that I made the decision to make sure these officers went home to their families alive."

"These officers swore to protect everyone. Risking their lives is part of the job and you of all people should know that."

"They are police officers, not soldiers."

Police officers, young and old, male and female, heard the commotion growing intense. Neither individuals were known for their tempers, but that would change in a matter of seconds.

"You disobeyed me!" The captain shouted.

"I was doing my job, damn it!" Carlos shouted. "Which is more than I can say about you!"

"Your job? You killed those men without even questioning them."

"I only killed one. The other guy was killed by his partner, but you don't seem interested in knowing why they were there in the first place."

"Two human scumbags who took a wrong turn."

"That's what you're going for? Did they shoot the wrong school, too? You fucking tu pedazo de meirda."

"Hey! I don't need to hear any of your weird jibberish."

"That jibberish is part of my heritage."

"I don't care; take it somewhere else. I don't need a fucking history lesson from people like you."

"People like me?"

The argument would go on for several more minutes, leaving the officers to wonder if both individuals were planning to exchange blows next.

"Why don't you say it?" Carlos asked.

"Say what?" The captain answered.

"How you really feel about me!"

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"You don't like having me around because I'm human. You hate humans; I know that. You probably wished they all died from that pandemic including my ass."

"I'm done with this shit."

"Yeah, so am I. I'm gonna file a report on your ass, and get you out of this precinct."

"Good luck with that."

"Yeah, thanks."

The crowd looking on dispersed the moment Carlos opened the door, looking as if he wanted to kill someone.

"Perez," said Tek. "Perez."

"What do you want?" Carlos answered. "You want me to apologize for doing my job?"

"No, get a grip."

"How can I do that when our pig headed captain can't get anything done except sit on his ass all day?"

"That's his nature."

"That's no excuse. Leaders are supposed to make tough decisions to get things done. That's how you win a battle."

"You're not a soldier anymore. You can't just treat every case like some military operation. That's not who we are."

"If you can't do your job out of fear, then what's the fucking point? I'm out of here."

"Perez, come on, man."

Carlos got into his corvette and rode off in frustration, fed up with the freaks treating him like he was the real monster. He thought about those children at the school; how scared they were when he approached them. What bothered him the most was no one took the two incidents seriously, assuming the restaurant was an accident and the school shooting was just a tragedy. Nobody was asking what were those gunman doing in town shooting up a school to begin with.

Up ahead, a white truck ran through a red light, forcing vehicles to swerve right into each other.

"Oh, you just made my day," said Carlos, stepping on the gas.

Onboard the cab were two human males, both members of the Soldiers of Human Liberty due to their tattoos. Carlos switched on his siren and strobe light, once again going on another pursuit. The truck driver looked through the side view mirror, spotting the black vehicle coming his way.

"Cops," he said, "we got cops."

"That's all we need," said the passenger. "I got this."

The passenger picked up his machine gun, giving Carlos a warm reception.

"Oh, here we go," he said, steering right and riding onto the sidewalk, forcing nearby pedestrians to clear the way.

The gunman managed to hit glass belonging to the local businesses and parked vehicles. Without getting any pedestrian in the line of fire, Carlos cleared out of the sidewalk. He pulled out his firearm and shot at the gunman, beginning the exchanging of gunfire.

"Shit!" The gunman said.

"Get Gus on it," said the driver.

The shooter opened the sliding door behind them, signaling the others inside. Carlos got to the side of the truck, avoiding any more attempts on the lives of pedestrians. Suddenly, the truck's side slide door opened up, giving Carlos a view of the men inside, with two of them pointing grenade launchers at him.

"Oh, fuck!" He said, stepping on the brake as the two shots were fired, hitting a couple of parked vehicles instead.

"Shit!" The driver yelled, seeing that his guys missed their mark. "This fucker is getting on my nerves."

The gunman went back to firing his weapon and Carlos worked on not getting hit. Two more shots from the grenade launchers came his way, and made a wide turn towards the next block to avoid them. More vehicles were being hammered and Carlos needed a solution to his problem.

"I think we scared him," said the gunman.

Carlos steered left to another block keeping an eye on the truck. Another wide turn and he was back on track with the truck, riding side by side in view of the shooters. Another shot from the grenade launcher was about be made until Carlos fired a couple of shots with one piercing the shooter's kneecap. He fell off the truck and fired his weapon, mistakenly hitting the right front tire.

"What the fuck was that?" The driver asked, feeling the impact nearly knocking him out of his seat.

The truck now ran on three tires, leaving a trail of sparks behind and the two men a face full of smoke. The driver attempted to drive off even with one ruined tire but he was unable to speed things up. Carlos sped right over to the driver's side, getting his undivided attention.

"Sorry, girl," said Carlos, referring to his corvette.

He steered into the truck in an attempt to force the driver off the road. The young lieutenant hit him three times, creating huge dents and scratches on his vehicle.

"Give me the dynamite," said the driver.

"What?" Said the passenger, not enjoying the idea.

"I'm gonna smoke his ass. Give it to me."

The passenger reached for the duffel bag underneath his seat and pulled out one stick of dynamite. He lit it up with the cigarette lighter in his pocket, about ready to hand it over. Carlos hit them again forcing the stick of dynamite out of the man's hand.

"Oh, shit!" He yelled.

"Get rid of it! Get rid of it!" The driver yelled.

By the time the stick was finally picked up, it was already too late. The stick blew up destroying the cab and the two men inside. Carlos cleared out avoiding the fiery debris coming in his direction. The truck smashed into a streetlight and turned over, pinning the shooters inside. The young lieutenant pulled over and finally called for backup, not concerned about any possible orders from the captain. He then approached the truck and knocked on the roof to find out if anyone was still breathing.

"Is anyone home?" He asked.

"Get us the fuck out!" One yelled.

"I'll take that as a yes."