Waylaid Part I : Thieves in the night.

Chapter VII

It was all so frustrating. Elisa sat at her desk with her face barried in her hands. All of her operatives had found nothing on her three annoyances, and no word had come back to her on how Trog was fairing with the Bloodskulls.
If nothing happened soon, more examples would have to be made. Maybe she would give whoever she thought was not working hard enough to Trog to play with. That thought brought a smile to her face. How could productivity not go up with something like that to look forward to with failure?
Every time the door to her office would open, her hopes would soar at the thought that they had something good to report, but that was just not the case. Her annoyances were still out there, and noone could tell her anything about them. Just report after report of failure.
She slammed her fist down on her desk as her frustration turned into a flash of anger. Her mind was now made up. The next person to come through her door and report yet further failure, would be given to Trog with a bright red bow on their forehead.
Then, as if to test her resolve, a knock came from the door. She gritted her teeth. "Come!" She growled at the door.
Zach walked into her office and her frown deepened. She would miss him, but examples had to be made.
"This had better be good." Her voice was cold. She hoped that it let him know that his life would be measured in minutes if he had brought anything other than good news.
"Yes Ma'am. It is."
She gave him a doubtful look.
"Our people have found that the Dwarf's wife owns a house in the county."
What Zach said left Elisa a little confused. "What exactly does that have to do with anything?"
Elisa was about to tell Zach that he now belonged to Trog, when he added, "From what we have been able to find out, she never goes to the house. She apparently has not been there since the two split up. It could be where our targets are hiding out now. It is quite a way away from here."
Elisa felt a smile coming to her face. This could be the end of her annoyances. She looked at Zach, knowing that he would not be sent to Trog with a bright red bow on his forehead. But she did know who was about to meet up with Trog, minus the bow of course.
"Shall I get a team ready to go after them, Ma'am?"
Elisa shook her head. "No. I have something better in mind for our three little friends." She picked up the phone from her desk, and looked at Zach with a little bit of annoyance. "What are you doing just standing there? Go have my car readied. I wish to go out and celebrate our turn of good fortune."
"Yes Ma'am." He said as he went to ready her car, but she had already forgotten about him as she made her phone call.

After this night the Deathskulls would have one less rival gang to deal with. But that is not how things started off. It had been so calm. So workable. How had it come to this?
The Deathskulls came out to meet a rival gang that called themselves The Fists Of Hell. They may not have been as large as the Deathskulls, but they were not a gang to be underestimated.
The Fists Of Hell had come over into the Deathskulls territory to talk about a temporary truce, and get some help. They had ran into some serious trouble in their own territory and now needed somewhere to hide and lay low for a while.
The Deathskulls decided to hear them out, and see what they could get out of this. All of both gangs had turned out, so if The Fists Of Hell were not willing to pay a fair price for the Deathskulls help, then they would enjoy a good laugh before a fight broke out between the two gangs. Noone was laughing now however.
The Deathskulls asked for a chunk of The Fists Of Hell's territory that connected to their own, and The Fists Of Hell bulked at the idea. This was to be expected. But they would have to pay the price, if they truly wanted the help they were asking for.
After the price for help was stated, and the initial bulk at that price was made, the two could go into the argument phase of the deal. But it never made it to the argument phase.
As soon as The Fists Of Hell bulked at the price, Trog stepped forward to put his two cents into the exchange. Candy had told Trog that he was only to watch, and not interfere unless ask to. But the big bastard loved his violence.
Trog just stepped out in front of the Deathskulls and said as clear as day, "Except or die."
The fist's leader, a guy named John, looked at Trog with contemt. "Oh I'm sorry. We don't listed to big ugly freaks."
Candy, as hard as she may try, could not figure out why John did what he did next. His gang had come to seek help from the Deathskulls. Yet John pulled a gun, and shot Trog in the head.
The bullet left a nice sized hole in Trog's forehead, but the Ogre didn't fall down. Trog just cocked his head to one side and smiled.
It wasn't possible, yet there he stood smiling. Then the bullet hole puckered up and spit out the bullet. Everyone just stared as the wound then proceeded to heal itself.
Candy knew that Trolls could do that, but had no idea that Ogres could do it as well.
Shooting Trog turned out to be the last thing that John would ever do. Trog moved faster than one would believe possible for a creature of his bulk. He had grabbed John with both hands and lifted him in the air before anyone had realized he had even moved.
Once in the air, Trog broke John in half. He then smashed John's head on the ground so hard it burst like an over ripe melon.
The effect was instantaneous. Every member of the Fists Of Hell pulled their guns and started shooting Trog. There was no telling how many times the Ogre had been shot by the time he made it to the next two closest gang members and grabbed them by their heads. Trog slammed their heads together and they burst open just as effectively as John's had.
The Fists Of Hell decided that they had had enough and cut their losses and ran. They were not really familiar with the Deathskulls territory however. Two of their members ran down the street while the rest of their gang stuck together and cut down an alleyway between two large buildings.
The two that ran down the street would be the only survivors this night. The rest of the gang had unknowingly ran down a dead end alleyway.
Trog calmly followed them into the alleyway. The smile on his face was insanely gleeful, while his body was spitting out dozens of bullets.
It wasn't long after Trog disappeared into the alleyway before Candy could hear the Fists Of Hell open fire on Trog once more. Then came the screams as Trog got his hands on another one of their members and tore them apart with his bare hands.
Tomorrow the news would talk about the gang fight that went down this night. But this was no fight. This was slaughter, plain and simple.
Candy tried to drown out the screams by reflecting on what would happen now. Who would claim the Fists Of Hell's territory? That had a simple answer though. The Deathskulls would obviously get it. Once word of what was happening here got out, no one would contest their claim.
Candy felt herself almost feeling sorry for The Fists Of Hell, but they were a rival gang. So who the Hell cared? Her thoughts were interrupted however, by the sing song tone from her phone. She took the phone out of her pocket and looked at it, and a foreboding feeling crept over her.
Candy pushed her unease away, and answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Ah, Candy." Elisa's voice filled her ear. "How is life with Trog treating you?"
Candy remained silent for a few moments before answering. The gunfire had suddenly stopped. Which meant that The Fists Of Hell were either out of bullets, or they were actually stupid enough to think that they could talk things out with Trog. She heard the screams start up again as Trog got his hands on someone else.
"Just fine." She lied.
"Good." There was a pause from Elisa as she thought something over. "I am going to give you fifteen minutes for you to wrap up whatever you may be doing right now, and get Trog and all your little friends together. At that time, I will be calling you back with some very special orders that should make us all really happy."
"So you finally found out where that Bitch and her scummy friends are?" Candy bit her lip hard when she realized what she had just said to the woman on the phone.
"Remember who it is you are talking to girl. If you speak like that again to me, I will give you to Trog as a pet. Do I make myself clear?"
Candy swallowed hard. "Yes Ma'am."
"Good. Now get your people together. You have fifteen minutes." The line went dead after that.