It all started with a stollen wallet.
Till meets a woman in the weirdest way and seems to keep bumping into her every where he goes. But she has a secret and a family. Can he survive both?
It had been at least four days since they were taken and most of the guys were in bad shape. Especially Till, who had gotten beaten the most trying to protect the others. "Till are you alright?" Asked Flake noticing the big man was zoning out. "Yeah." Groaned Till trying not to worry Flake by the amount of pain he was actually in. "We wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for her." Said Richard venomously. "Stop it Richard. We don't know the whole story yet. I'm sure they will have a way of saving us." Said Doom. Now not as panicked, the mention of the others reminded Till of his necklace. Shifting, Till wiggled an arm free from his bindings to grab the necklace. Using what strength he had left he smashed the pendant into the cold hard ground. It broke into two pieces with wires sticking out. Hiding it in his pocket, Till let out a pained groan and leaned back. "What was that?" Asked Flake. "Amara's tracking device. She should have our location now." Said Till weakly.
It was almost five days and they were getting nowhere. Suddenly Amara's phone blared with an alarm causing the lads to jump. "Wot in the hell is that!" Shouted Gavin. "Till. He remembered the necklace I gave him." "What are we waiting for? Let's go!" Said Jeremy. The seven of them went to get ready as they don their old crew clothing and loaded up. They might have left crew life but that only meant they were no longer actively committing crime. At heart they were still those mischievous criminals all those years ago. Hopping into armoured cars they flew through the streets to rescue the others.
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Arriving at an old abandoned factory, they immediately saw the extra guards patrolling. "It seems Funhaus hired someone muscle." Said Jack. "Don't fucking care. We can take all these cock suckers." Growled Geoff. The boss signaled Mogar and Michael let it rip, firing off his grenade launcher while laughing his head off. Explosions rocked the earth as fires blazed. The armed guards rushed to action, but they underestimated the people they were hired to kill. "Vagabond, Ghost. Go find our family." Ordered Geoff. The two nodded and dashed off while the others held the mercenaries off.
Running through old decrepit halls, they followed the red blip on the tracking device. Turning they run into three Funhaus members. James, Bruce, and Matt. The three of them with assault rifles opened fire. Quickly ducking into a recessed door, the two checked their weapons and waited. Out of the seven, both Ryan and Amara had the most combat skills and both were as proficient as a trained special soldier. Taking a breath Amara rolled over to the opposite side of the hall, catching the attention of the three. Distracted they weren't fast enough to react to Ryan who poked out slightly and fired. Nailing Matt in the head, the remaining cried in anguish as one of theirs fell. Using this time Amara picked off James, leaving Bruce.
Crying over the death of his crew mates he pulled the pin on a grenade and rushed forward in hopes to take one of them along with him. With tears blocking his sight he didn't see Ryan stick a foot out. Tripping over the mercenary's foot he dropped the grenade which exploded not long after. Amara stood over him and double tapped him in the head, not even letting the man speak.
Continuing on they found the room where the video was shot. Shooting off the lock, Amara yanked open the door to find the band in bad shape. About to run in, familiar shouting caught their attention before gunshots were heard. Slamming the door closed, Amara and Ryan ducked behind a desk just as Lawrence and Adam came in. Ryan tossed a grenade making the two run out of the room. The explosion only injured the two as they returned looking for them. Army crawling along the wall, Amara flipped onto her back to shoot Lawrence. Accidentally knocking over some wood, the two men whipped around. Ryan stood up quickly and opened fire killing the two. Running over Ryan found Amara injured with several flesh wounds from grazing bullets and one bullet wound in her left arm. "Are you okay?" Asked Ryan. Amara nodded as she pulled herself up despite the injury and pain.
