Ransacked streets were the only thing to be seen as Mark and Garrison searched for the others on the ground below they had seen several news stations crossing the bridge to report on the explosions that had destroyed the Anvil compound the general public were too busy looting shops or overwhelming hospitals to notice the helicopter as it passed over building after building fire after fire crowd after crowd many people had taken to carrying firearms amongst the riots and chaos that had Taken over the once prestige city "Come on where are you guys" Mark muttered as they Came within sight of Franklyn's old apartment bloodstains broken glass and rubbish covered the ground like a blanket
"Jordon finally where are you guys" Mark demanded his voice pitched with nervous desperation as he rested his phone precariously on his knee "at the harbour The airport was a no go flights are grounded because shock waves from an explosion scrambled radio signal" Jordon explained Mark and Garrison exchanged mischievous grins "that was my doing anvil is finished" Mark announced proudly jordon was silent for a few moments Leaving Mark to picture his likely confused expression "Mark what the fuck did you do" he asked disappointedly Mark shook his head and swiftly changed the subject "We're on our way to you" Mark replied as they leaned into a right turn "Who is we" Jordon whispered suspiciously Garrison smiled knowingly as he fiddled with a button that would permit them to hear communications between the ground units that were closing in around the apes
10 minutes later
Jordan draped himself over Beth and the others as the helicopter hovered above them and garrison Unravelled a rope ladder that had been stored in the back leaving Mark in sole control of the helicopter Garrison helped the others to climb in and get acquainted with their escape means The bullet proof vests that Mark had stolen before the explosions were handed out and strapped to each chest while Jordon took charge of their weapons cachet the weapons Mark had got his hands on coupled with the Arsenal Jordon had recovered from Franklyn's apartment served them with more than enough firepower to fend off a small ground unit
Marks eyes lit up at the sight of the sets of brass knuckles that Jordon had stashed in a carry bag "Caesar and the others okay" Trish asked as she kissed her future husband on the cheek their baby girl reached out tenderly and grasped his nose as he allowed a string of happy tears to greet them if he hadn't had to keep his hands on the controls he would've taken them both in his arms and swung them around like the queens they were "we're about to find out garrison get Erica on the radio find out what's happening" Mark ordered as they pulled up away from the docks and flew full pelt toward the now burning woods
With the injured
"Garrison to Erica do you copy" Garrisons distorted voice croaked through the radio "repeat Garrison to Erica do you copy" Cornelia turned to watch as Erica fished the radio free from her belt "Erica to Garrison we hear you go ahead" Erica replied as they picked up the pace entering a clearing close to the beach edge of the woods "we found Mark's family we're coming to you but we need a location" Garrisons voice was becoming more and more distorted as they spoke suddenly the two women and their silverback protector noticed that the others around them were dropping like flies Cornelia was inches from being shot when they realised they'd passed through an ambush that must have been waiting for the weakest members
"Ambush" Erica called out as a dirty looking mercenary came from out the bushes and turned a gun on them thankfully Luca was quick to dispatch of him allowing Erica a split second to grab his weapon before a live round struck her thigh in seconds they were overwhelmed and surrounded "I don't have enough rounds" Erica sobbed as Luca braced her against his side and Cornelia checked her injury "any of them move and you put a bullet in their gut you understand" A masked mercenary ordered a circle of 'Aye Sirs' followed the command "we need back up" A wounded chimp signed the others nodded and crowded closer together hoping to protect their most vulnerable
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Our story pt2
ActionJoin Trish as she recounts the strange period of her life in which she takes on unimaginable responsibility loses beloved friends and is forced into unspeakable turmoil that pushes her to the very limit of her emotional endurance This book is the s...
