Luka grinned as he propped his feet up on his
Mercedes Benz 600 limousine.Why did he have a limo? Well, because they were cool as hell, spacious, bullet proof, fire proof, glass-tinted, looked and felt like heaven, and, last but most certainly not least, had a mini bar. The limo wasn't owned by the gang, it was just part of the perks of his multi-million inheritance.
He pressed his palm to the scanner and allowed the other light to glaze across his pale blue irises.
God bless you, Sayuri, and your magical hands, he thought, wiggling his eyebrows at the double meaning and chuckling softly to himself.
"Voice confirmation required," said a robotic voice that sounded suspiciously like GLaDOS. Another perk to having money and a world class mechanic and computer genius wrapped around your big...
"Welcome back, my lord," chirped GLaDOS from Portal. He grinned, taking note to kiss Sayuri right on the mouth next time he saw her.
Lights scattered across the interior of his limo and screens popped up everywhere. So far Sayuri was the only person besides Daniel who'd seen the inside of his limo or, he suspected, even knew it existed. That was, excluding the one time Luka might or might not have caused Danny to pass out from chugging about a dozen barrels of whisky but... That wasn't his fault. Ish. Anyway, he'd dumped Dan on his backseat and in his drunken state, Dan even pulled him down onto his chest. Man, was it one sexy chest. But Luka would never use an unconscious person like that. It took all the fun out of it.
A dozen screens popped up, showing the streets in all its luminescent glory. He perked at the sight of the crazy bitch - most likely fallen from Heaven all on her own by flying crazy as circuits around clouds she'd turned to spikes for the thrill - behind Dan. Shortly followed by a frown as she very nearly killed Dan with her stunts.
Having been a lieutenant in the American Army, he'd worked with countless soldiers like her. Those who thought they were immortal and omnipotent. They almost always ended up with a bullet between their eyes. Not before, of course, bringing down an entire battalion with them.
He swiped his fingers across the screen and a map popped up. He was in no sense of the word a computer genius. That was Sayuri's field and so she programmed it to be as simple as an iPhone. He thought he might be slightly in love with the woman.
Two dozen green lights blinked throughout the map of Detroit, all the way to the National Gallery of Aerospace. It was simple, really. He'd planted multiple bombs throughout the way to the final destination that he would activate when Angel was on them. He would, of course, ensure Daniel was far enough away first. The explosions would be relatively small and controlled, enough to break apart any car if it encountered enough of these bombs directly and there were most certainly enough of them, but not enough to kill a bullet-proof bystander like Daniel's baby. It was a pity, Angel was really, really hot. But she was also nuts.
"Serving the appetisers," he mumbled, his finger hovering over the button that would set the domino bombs off. A smirk lifted the corners of his lips. "A teaser for what's to come, sprinkled with flamethrowers." He dropped his finger.
The first green light turned red.
"Anzhela, the plan's in motion. Fuck his car up and he shouldn't be able to get it fixed by a loyal mechanic any time soon," Lance's low voice chirped in her ear, muffled by static. Damn, the reception in these tunnels was crap.
She grinned as she drove her car backwards, slamming into Daniel's none too gently. She pulled her
Heckler and Koch HK16 Assault Riflefrom her passenger seat and stuck her arm out the window. She twisted her body so she was nearly parallel with the door and fired wildly and blindly behind her. Her arm jerked painfully with the recoil of each shot but she held on tight and fired, glancing back and forth between the dark road and the blinding lights of Daniel's car. Either way, she couldn't see anything but the resolute bang of her shots on glass and metal was comforting, if deafening.
She popped her arm and assault rifle back into the car as she slammed her car into Daniel's. Her car would survive or at least, would have Lee the Car Whisperer. Daniel's? Not so much.
The light was near.
Anzhela grinned as her car soared towards the tunnel's mouth. She decided to make an exit. Just before her car arrived outside, she swivelled her car around, the vicious 180 turn sending her body slamming into the door. Whoever said she couldn't drive backwards in a race was an idiot. In its spin, her car curved around a...
Bomb.
She cursed as bits of debris crashed into the side of her white car. Her flawless, beautiful white car. She flinched as bits and pieces slammed into her bullet proof glass. She quickly swivelled her car around when they were outside so it was straight again. If she hadn't decided to pull that stunt at the last second... An Angel Sandwich sounded better than it was.
"What the hell was that, Lance?" she growled. "Bellview,
you're meant to be my eyes," she hissed. She glared into her rearview mirror, her hands trembling faintly from a combination of shock and drugs. "Looks like I'm going to need you a lot sooner than planned, Lee."
"Damn, I missed," Luka muttered with annoyance, hovering over the button to stop a bomb from exploding if necessary. Otherwise, each bomb from there on was set to detonate automatically with the help of motion sensors. Why couldn't the woman just stay still-
"What the fuck?! Let-"Luka's eyes darted around in search of the voice before realising it was coming from his earpiece?
Jack?"Danny, Sayuri, did you hear that?"
More muffled noises came from his speaker.
"Jack," he called into his microphone. "Jack," he repeated, almost shouting. "I'm going in," he hissed.
Luka grabbed his
UZI Machine Gun - acquired from a Black Ops supplier - and shoved the limo door open, completely forgetting about the two dozen bombs that were set to detonate when anything drove through or near it. He slammed the door shut and ran towards the stands where he last saw Jack.
Daniel and Angel had attracted much of the audience but people were still hanging around. He shoved his way through the audience, cussing and growling and swinging a few solid punches at anyone who got in his way.
"Jack!" he yelled.
"Look, it's Luka!" yelled a feminine voice, followed by even more squeals and an onslaught of fangirls.
"Dammit," he growled, then flashed a charming smile. "Hey, ladies."
"Luka, focus!" he heard a voice growl in his ear, or maybe it was in his head. Luka smacked himself on the forehead.
"Right, focus, Luka. Jack's in trouble." He squeezed his way through the large breasts and skinny legs pressed against it. "Sorry, can't sleep with all of you right now. Find me later. The number's 0382811122."
He caught a glimpse of white. "Jack!" He could kiss her pale hair right now.
"Hands up and off the lady," he commanded, aiming his handheld machine gun with the comfort of someone who'd been born into a military family and served his country since he was legal. He trained the gun on the two men. "Let me guess, Baine? That's low, attacking our unarmed mechanic." He bore holes in Jack's eyes, a question in them. Did she have the Glock 19 he gave her? "At least S.O.S. has class."
The impact from the next bomb threw Angel's car to the side and very nearly killed both her and Daniel. Her icy gaze blazed with fury as she shoved her car next to Daniel's to rip the side of his car. She dropped her window and glared at him, their faces parallel.
"What the hell is this, Vladislav? Your men doing this?" She bumped her car violently into his. "Your gang really that stupid?" She held her F.N.Seven in her left hand and aimed it at him. "They hate you so much they want to kill you too?" She jerked her gun, gesturing wildly with her hand. "My men didn't do this so it must be you and don't give me that It's Judgement Day and Jesus Decided To Blow Up Half Of Detroit crap."
Up ahead, an explosion sent two cars jerking to the sides and multiple others bumping into each other with the abrupt breaks. The sound of vehicle horns filled the air in a chaotic cacophony of confusion and fear.
"You crazy son of a bitch," she muttered, her jaw nearly dropping at the sight of civilian cars hastily driving out of the way but going nowhere instead. The streets around them were a mad criss-cross of cars. "First you kidnap my french fries and now you-"
"Вы идиот!" she gasped, throwing her hands in the air in exasperation. The switched gears and whizzed around the chaotic mess of vehicles. She muttered to herself in Russian, "Я всегда получаю сумасшедшие люди. Что, черт возьми, он думает? Пытаясь убить всех? Почему я даже не потрудились причине с этими людьми... Теперь у меня есть, чтобы исправить мистаке."