Those Guys?

Chapter 1

Tom looked around the corner, his silver desert eagle pistol almost touching his nose. He rounded the edge of the building and started to run down the dirt way. His face had bullets coming down it and he didn't care. Sliding under cover of an old pickup truck he saw the drug dealers go into the building. Looking up for his cover he ran to the next cover, which was an old busted up and shot up building. Working his way closer to the building he got to one of the drug dealers cars.

It was a red 2003 Chevy equinox. He opened the passenger seat door and looked inside. There were suitcases everywhere. Drugs. Tom looked up for cover and turned to the cases, opening them one by one. He counted a total of 7 cases, all with drugs. "Son of a bitches. This must all be for their leader the Clairvoyant." Tom slid out the car and felt something hit the back up his head. "Stop right there you asshole. Put your hands up!"

Tom listened to the man and put his hands up, his gun up too. "Drop the fucking gun!" Tom sighed and dropped the gun, he hit the dealer's gun away with the side of his arm and elbowed the man in his face. Doing a swift ground kick the man dropped to the ground, his feet coming from under him. Tom did a punch to the face and the man fell silent. Cracking his knuckles he picked up his gun and silently etched his way over to the big gray warehouse.

Sliding to the door way he overheard the continuing conversation.

Drug Dealer 1: If you would just follow me to my car out front I could get you what you need.

Drug Dealer 2: You sure this will change the world?

Drug Dealer 1: Well of course, this is guaranteed. It has a special kick to it. I'm sure you'll hear about it from you customers.

Drug Dealer 2: Okay show me to my things and I can give you the money. Hurry though. My boss won't be happy if I'm late.

The first drug dealer nodded and started walking towards the door. Tom cocked his gun and scooted away from the door. Just as the men came out Tom was behind another car. It was a muscle car, a yellow mustang. "Must be the other punks car." Tom slid a tracker underneath the car and attached. His gun aimed and ready for anything, especially his trigger finger. The dealer that was receiving the drugs came around one of the cars with a huge case in his hands.

When he saw Tom he screamed and pulled out his gun, shooting. Tom ducked behind the other drug dealers car. There men rushed from around the buildings, guns out. Tom started shooting at the man and heard a painful scream, bullseye. The man hopped in his car and drove away. Tom shot at one of the tires but missed harshly. The gang had now taken cover and were all shooting their machine guns, about 6. Tom reloaded quickly, not dropping any bullets. The cars back lights lit up and Tom dropped down in seconds, the car sliding over him and driving away. He now had no cover but it didn't matter. He did a double shot, taking out two guys and leaving 4 more. He dived over behind a cement structure and felt a pain in his left shoulder. "Those son of a bitches." He pulled out from behind and the trigger went back, a guy dropping with a new hole in his head. His shoulder was bleeding pretty bad but he didn't feel it much. Taking out two more guys the last cussed and ran away. Both of the men had gotten away...."Dam it!"

BackattheOffice.....

"What do you mean both of the dealers got away Tom?!" The captain brows were raised and his fat giggled.

"Sir I know it has something to do with the Clairvoyant! It has too! If you just give me one more shot."

"Tom, Tom, Buddy, You blew it. Your one of my best men that I got in this hell hole and you've done failed more then once. You could have at least caught one victim, an interrogation could fix all of this...but you blew it. I put you on this case to solve it, handle it. But instead you make it worse. They know we know. This case just wasn't meant to be solved."