“Start shooting,” Day ordered. They had to hold them off for as long as they could. Their only advantage was the men didn’t know how many cops were in this house. They had to make it seem like there were more of them. Because if Artist’s lackeys knew there were only three, they would’ve already descended on them. It was a tiny advantage that wouldn’t hold out long. Artist was smart. He’d figure it out. If he thought for a second that God or Day was actually inside, the man would stop at nothing to kill him or his men. His entire team had been one step behind the drug lord for years and taking them out would make his shady transactions so much easier.
Day and Syn began firing both of their weapons in the front – aiming in the general direction of the men, which seemed to really piss them off because they returned fire even fiercer than the first time. The tiny home groaned and shook around them. Day dove out the way when one of the walls that made up the tiny coat closet fell down in a heap of mess around him. The shots were getting louder… closer.
“I’m getting low,” Syn yelled, still firing the best he could.
“TECH!” Day yelled. “UNLEASH THE ENFORCERS! GOD… WE’RE IN HELL!”
It was their distress code. He was giving Detectives Ruxs and Green permission to wreak havoc. It meant to bring the thunder. If a miracle didn’t happen soon, one or all of them was going to die.
“ETA thirty seconds,” Tech updated him, his voice louder now so Day could hear him over the gunfire, Ro’s shotgun, and the wailing house.
“Thirty sec—”
“I’m hit!” Ro yelled, cutting off Day’s update.
Day’s ears were ringing from the noise, his body aching from the physicality of the fight and his nerves being strung so tight. His vision clouded by the rising grime, he saw Ro trying to get away from the back of the house, which looked ready to crumble at any second. He was using one arm to pull himself along the ground while his other lay limp against his side. It was a bicep shot. There were so many holes in the house it was a wonder only one of them had been hit. Thirty seconds in a war could feel like an hour. But the way the meager walls were rattling, he doubted they had ten seconds before the second floor fell on top of them. Day yelled at Syn to keep shooting the one weapon he had left while he slithered on his belly to Ro, pulling him back to the front of the house. The bullet looked to have gone through and Day was glad for small miracles.
“Ahh! Fuck!” Ro yelled and cursed from where he lay between Day’s legs while he shielded the injured man from the disintegrating plaster and thick chunks of flying wood. “Where are they?!”
Day craned his neck to look out the hole where the window once was. As soon as the words left Ro’s mouth, the sound of a powerful engine was heard and Day’s eyes widened when a huge garbage truck took the corner at a break-neck pace, barreling down the field at what looked like its maximum speed. Syn kept his head low while he watched. “Jesus… what is—?”
“Your Enforcers are on the scene, Lieutenant,” Tech said in his ear.
Day heard the gunfire lessen, replaced by the sounds of hollering men as they tried to get out of the way or get run over. “You gotta see this,” Day voiced sternly in Ro’s ear, clutching him hard and helping him turn to look out the window. Sirens could be heard in the distance and he knew the rest of his team was coming, but Day could see Detective Green’s angry face behind the wheel of that beast. They all braced for the deafening sound as the massive truck barreled into the last SUV, its momentum taking out all six. The SUVs were thrown aside like toys by the powerful truck.
As soon as it’d cleared the row of vehicles, the men started scrambling to find shelter, and that’s when Day saw Ruxs sit up in the tailgate, both arms raised, firing two 19mm submachine guns into the night, hitting whomever he saw moving. Green brought the truck to a hard stop and climbed out the door, leaping up onto the roof in a single movement. He walked down the length, firing his assault rifle, aiming high while Ruxs aimed low. Brass bullet casings flew around them like fireflies – some hitting their black leather jackets. Bodies were already littering the ground, but Day knew they wouldn’t stop until there wasn’t a man left breathing. He’d unleashed them – the words Ruxs and Green lived for.