YPTS -- Stage 2: The Reaction

"ASSAULT"​

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Incursion: Team A and "Heaven"

Sunday -- Day Three of The Bug.
SecureStore
Shipping and Receiving Area (S&R)

Dan de-energized the welding unit and inspected his work. All he could say was, "Ain't no one coming through that."

Outside, the world was beginning to get ugly. A virus alert had been issued across the US; Canada, Mexico, Japan, and the European Union were on the verge of an announcement as well, as cases of the virus were appearing in and around cities with international airports.

People were dying, already by the thousands; and Dan wasn't about to let anyone anywhere near him until he knew exactly what the threat was.

He'd used excess steel from a recent renovation, as well as replacement door parts for the larger 20x20 units, to create a second and third layer of steel to the large roll up doors that led from the outside loading docks into the S&R area.

He'd already done something similar to every possibly access point to the building's lower two floors, and by Tuesday, he would have every window and vent sealed with metal plating of one sort or another.

He sat back atop the welding unit, popping open the last of the beers he'd found stashed in the back of the boss's fridge. Yeah, no doubt about it. No one's coming through here.




Today. Now.

Shipping and Receiving was a mess; the once always clean, always tidy space now featured "junk piles" of anything and everything Dan had carted down from the 3rd Floor to make room for his "guests".

As if that wasn't bad enough, there was now an armored car smashed half way through the roll up door, breaching Dan's barricade just enough to allow the men in the "chase" vehicle to slip inside.

The Peters, the Team Leader, was standing only yards from the stairwell when he looked up and saw a face peering through the small glass window at him.

Without hesitation, he leveled his automatic rifle at the door and unleashed most of a clip.

The face in the door was gone but he wasn't sure whether he had hit the person, or they had simply departed.

With hand signals, he ordered his men toward their targets.

"Team A, locker room ... lobby. Team B, up the stairs with me." Then is a very stern voice, Peters reminded them, "Kill a woman, it comes out of you bonus. As for the men ... open season!"

Each of the teams -- four men each, in assault gear with shotguns and automatic weapons -- dispersed to secure the building ... and its prize.

Team A skirted along the wall and through the junk piles, "leap frogging" to provide each other cover. Leaving S&R, they headed down the back passage, "clearing" each office and closet and passage as they went.

Every move was professional and calculated. When they came to the double set of doors that connected the back rooms to the dress up hallway, the Squad Leader, Lee, gave another well-practiced hand signal; the man behind him, Taylor, pulled at a snap, unhooking a long pouch on the back of his pack; the man behind him, Cramer, handed over his shotgun and withdrew a heavy set of bolt cutters ; and the fourth man, Percell, covered the entire team with his automatic rifle. In less than 30 seconds they had reached and and were preparing to breach the doors that Dan had spent an hour scrounging up the gear to secure clear back in late November.

The Squad Leader signaled, the team took their breach positions, then burst through, into the dressed up hallway.

Taylor leveled his gun at the woman standing in the hallway in just shorts and a skimpy tee. "Freeze! On the floor!"

Incursion: Team B and the Stairwell

Peters signaled, and his younger brother "Junior", jerked the fire door open as Carpenter swept his shotgun about the stairwell, looking for a target. He cautiously entered the base of the stairwell, checking for a pulse on the body riddles with the Team Leader's earlier hail of gunfire.

He shook his head.

"Go," Peters said quietly.

Carpenter headed up the stair well, followed closely by Junior, carrying an automatic rifle. Peters and Black remained at the first floor, watching the open expanse of the S&R area for surprises.

At the second floor landing, Junior looked quickly through the wire re-enforced window. In the stair well -- climbing slowly, seemingly aiding one another -- were two men. Keeping his eyes on the two, he signaled two men, injured, ascending.

Peters made the appropriate gestures ... and Junior opened the door quickly and tossed the heavy metal object.

Alex (w/Simon) in the stairwell

They were just a few steps from the top of the stairs when Alex -- his faculties finally fully returned after the slide down the stairs -- heard the squeal of the 2nd floor fire door behind them. He turned in time to see a man in full urban warfare gear lean a few inches into the doorway and throw something up their way.

He'd seen enough cop shows and army movies to know what that was and gripping Simon around his trunk, through the both forward to the 3rd Floor landing.

The flash grenade exploded just above the middle of the stairs.



Consciousness returned slowly to Alex. There were explosive crackles -- gunfire he would soon realize -- and lots of voices, angry hollering, barked orders ... fearful screams and crying.

He was laying on the floor, somewhere much lighter than the dark of the stairwell ... someone was laying atop him, protecting him he realized, firing a shotgun.

"Get him out of her! Get him clear!" the voice was hollering to others.

And then he was being dragged away, with the overhead lights of Broadway passing quickly above him.

And then, he was alone in a unit ...

Gabe goes for Jane

Gabe had just left the stairwell when something exploded behind him. Grenade? Would they be using grenades for Christ's sake?

Since he had no idea who they were, he couldn't know.

He spun back toward the stairwell. Two bodies -- one was Alex, the other he couldn't see clearly -- were being dragged out onto Broadway.

Several shot gun blasts echoed up the stairs, and two more men went down in the on the 3rd Floor landing. From above, Sally's army unleashed on the unseen men down below with a dozen shot guns and rifles.

Gabe dropped the shotguns and retrieved a body, pulling it free of the "war zone". As he did so, he realized the shooting from below had ceased. Either we got them, or they pulled back.

Where was Sally went you needed a doctor, he screamed in his head dragging the body deeper into Broadway. But when he turned the body over, there was no blood. A small object rolled to the floor: a shotgun bean bag round.

And suddenly he knew who they were -- or, at least why they were here. They wanted the Immunes ... alive!

Jane

Jane stood there staring at the team in front of her. Hearing the words vibrating inside her mind her instincts switch back to the war mentality. This was what her training had been for. Slamming herself into the door back into heaven she pushed her body back into it holding it shut. Looking around she tried to find a way to lock it.

Seeing no options she remembered the dress down room. Staying on the ground she made her way there. Searching through the piles of clothes she tried to find a weapon. Anything that she could use.

Finally after a few moments she found it. A knife in of the woman's pair of jeans. Smiling she took the knife. Keeping herself low and her eyes peeled she made her way back into Heaven. Realizing she was still alone from what she could tell she headed towards the far side. The main entrance people were using now. Knife in hand as she did. Her clothes soaking wet her hair a mess, and her mind set to kill the rat bastards that were doing this.

Making her way there she came across Tes's body on the ground. Pulling her into the room completely she looked around. There were still clothes laying about. Grabbing the shirt she had, had on before her shower she put it under her head. Touching her face softly with her eyes peeled looking around them she looked down to her...

"Come on wake up..."

.....

Jane and Tes

Deleted

Team A: Unexpected Turn

The woman in the hall moved quicker than Taylor had imagined; he'd fired the shotgun but only hit the door behind where she'd been standing a fraction of a second before; the bean bag ricocheted harmlessly into the locker room after her.

"Female!" he called back to the rest of the team.

Quickly the team entered the hall and assumed flanking positions around the door; the two men with shotguns -- Taylor and Cramer -- took point, with Lee and Percell covering them with the automatic rifles.

Lee signaled, and the "assault" on Heaven began. First a flash grenade was lobbed inside ... boom. Then Heaven's "gate" was opened again, just enough for Percell to put a short burst of automatic fire into the overhead.

Lee smiled broadly. "That outta keep the little wench's head down. Go.!

The four were professionals and invaded the locker room with coverage and clearing techniques honed in Baghdad, then the Helmut Province, then right here in Portland, in the search for the most valuable piece of property in the country -- a beautiful woman's body.

But Heaven had no angels today; the woman in the shorts was no where to be seen. Lee didn't like this. Too many doors, too little success.

He gestured Taylor to watch the door the woman must have slipped out of and pulled out the plastic encased paper inside his flak jacket. He followed the hand drawn map -- located the scribbled letters h-e-a-v-e-n -- and determined where the door "she" had gone out lead.

He gestured Cramer and Percell to him, traced his finger on the map, tapped the vibrating comm' device attached near his neck, and whispered, "Call me when we have a date with a big bonus. Did you see the bod' on that one."

They shared a smiled, then the team split up. And waited.

Jane (under attack)

"No I don't have a pencil and we are under attack... Look I need you to stay calm ok. Deep breaths... count to ten and then back from ten till you calm down... Try to get your heart beat in rhythm with the counting. ok... But I need you awake and lucid Tes....I will be right back."

Jane said softly but sternly to her before she made her way slowly over to the far entry way. She could hear the men, she knew what they were doing. Seeing one of the 'intruders' standing there she checked the other way. Seeing no one there she slowly creped up behind him. Standing up she put one of her hands over his mouth and placed the knife to his neck.


"Make one sound and I swear to you you will die a slow and painful death do you understand me.."

She whispered to him silently as she backed into Heaven and kept her hand firmly on his mouth and the knife pressed to his neck. Just enough to let him know that it was still there. Taking her hand from his mouth she dug the knife in more to his neck to prevent him from screaming. A little blood slowly dripped down. Taking his gun she loosened the knife. Looking at the weapon and then to him as she realized what it was loaded with.

"You guys picked the wrong fucking girl this time..."

She said to him as her anger began to rise.

Tes...

.....

Gabe to the rescue

Gabe recognized the sound; he'd heard a flash grenade go off back at the stairwell earlier, and this sounded the same. Only ... this one was coming from in or near Heaven ... and Jane was down here somewhere.

He slowed his pace, descending the last half of the first flight of stairs then stopping at the bottom when he heard voices. Slowing allowed him to finally realize that his heart was pounding; the excitement has covered the thumping, but now as he neared the men shooting and, likely, killing his ... friends? neighbors? "roommates"?

He moved closer to the voices, stopping just around the corner from them. He'd never been in this portion of the building -- had never been in any portion of the 1st Floor except the lobby, where they'd spent those three long miserable days -- but he was fairly sure that he was close to Heaven, or at least to either the "dress down" hall where they'd been stripped of all there clothes and possessions; or the "dress up" hall, where they'd been given those horrible sweat suits and second hand clothes.

"Do they have his weapon?" a voice, distant and almost mechanical asked. Gabe realized after moment that the voice was coming over a radio.

"Yes," the man apparently holding the radio answered. "They have him inside the locker room. Got his pack with the flash bangs too."

"They? I thought you said there was one female."

"Two minimum, I repeat, two."

"Use a flash bang for Christs sake."

"Taylor's in there."

"So's a pissed off woman with a shotgun and grenades!"

A moment of quiet passed before the man with the radio asked in a sarcastic voice, "Okay, so which one of us do you want to abandon the assault so he can carry Taylor out to the fucking chase vehicle."

A third voice, this one also near in the hall said, "Why don't we just kill the bitch?"

"I think this is the one we're after," the radio man responded. "I recognized her from the pic."

"You mean you recognized the tits from the pic."

The two chuckled lightly, just as the radio crackled and the voice returned with, "Kill 'em both--"

Gabe's heart leaped at the order. Jesus, are you serious?

"--Fuck the bonus," the voice continued. "We need Taylor back now. We're getting nowhere over here, so we need you to break through on your side."

"Confirm the last, please. Kill the females."

"Confirmed! Kill the bitches!"

"Copy."

.....

Team A

Lee stood and prepared. "You heard the man. Fuck the bonus."

Cramer rammed another round into his shotgun. "You want me to stick to bean bags?"

"Affirmative. If we can take her alive let's do." He eyed Percell. "You do what you have to to keep her from using that weapon, and if she has found the flash bangs ... put a whole clip into her if you have to."

Percell double checked his weapon and mumbled, "Too bad. Those really are some incredible tits."

The first round hit Percell square in the chest, knocking him off his balance. The second shot clipped Lee's arm, the third his back as he spun. Cramer spun quickly and dropped quickly to a knee, leveling his weapon down the hallway at a guy coming at him at a full run, screaming like a banshee and pumping shot after shot out of a sawed off shotgun.

Cramer was struck in the face before he could get a shot off. He flinched, regained his composure, and again aimed his weapon just as the crazy swung the apparently now-empty weapon and caught him square in the face, instantly crushing the bridge of his nose and driving it up into his brain.

Gabe's blood boiled as he pounded on the face of the only man who hadn't remained down, the Squad Leader, Lee. Between punches, he growled, "Don-cha come ... in-to ... our ... place ... and try to ... kill ... the ... woman ..."

He laid a few more punched into the guy's head then, realizes the man was unconscious -- possibly dead -- he rose to full height and released a frustrated bellow that echoed through the first floor of the SecureStore.

Jane

Jane could here the commotion as she stood there checking the man for weapons. Making sure that she got them all she stepped in front of him. Holding the knife at her side and the gun to his head... His eyes were huge seeing his fear she grinned....

"Wonder what would happen if I shot you at a point blank range with this."

She said as she stood there. Watching his eyes widen even more she heard the scream outside. Not taking any chances she dropped the knife and swung on the guy with the gun. Knocking him out she checked to make sure. Picking up the knife she poked him with it. Not getting a reaction she went back to Tes and handed her the knife..

"Here you go take this and protect yourself with it just don't go crazy on me ok."

Walking over to the entry way where she had heard the yell she saw Gabe standing there in all his glory.

Team B: Pinned down

"Do they have his weapon?" Peters asked, frustrated.

"Yes," came the answer over the radio. "They have him inside the locker room. Got his pack with the flash bangs too."

"Jesus Christ," Black mumbled. "This is all going to fuck."

"They? I thought you said there was one female." Peters winced as Black cinched down the tourniquet around his left arm.

"Two minimum, I repeat, two."

Peters looked between Carpenter and Black. Carpenter had a streak of blood down one side of his head and his left arm was hanging limp at his side; Black's leg sported a tourniquet much like Peters, and the Team leader had also noticed a spreading blood stain on his tunic just outside the protection of his vest.

A dozen or more guns shooting from above had done this to them. And these guys had let one of their own get taken by a couple of girls.

"Use a flash bang for Christs sake."

"Taylor's in there."

"So's a pissed off woman with a shotgun and grenades!"

A moment of quiet passed before the man with the radio asked in a sarcastic voice, "Okay, so which one of us do you want to abandon the assault so he can carry Taylor out to the fucking chase vehicle."

Peters glanced back to the stairwell, at the pool of blood slowly leaking out from under the fire door. He got angry; someone was going to pay for the death of Junior ... his little brother. Here ... out there in the real world ... somewhere. Someone was going to pay for the bad intel; they'd been led to believe that this Dan Keel character had maybe a side arm or two, maybe a few rifles. No one had said anything about this being the stand off at the end of Butch Cassidy.

"Kill 'em both," he said, determined and angered. "Fuck the bonus. We need Taylor back now. We're getting nowhere over here, so we need you to break through on your side."

"Confirm the last, please. Kill the females," the voice asked.

"Confirmed! Kill the bitches!"

"Copy."

Peters grabbed his weapon, used it to lift him back to his feet. "Let's finish this."

.....

Gabe at Heaven

Release! It was what he had needed. The Bug, The Mayhem, The Facility and its exploitation, the pillaging of Portland -- of his city -- the three weeks living on a cold, tile floor, that frickin' 40 square foot "home" ...

The only release he'd had was the sex ... and the Sweat Shop.

He looked down at the man he'd beaten, to death it appeared. He glanced quickly to the other two, realizing suddenly that he hadn't checked to see if they, too, were dead. He wasn't a military man; it hadn't occurred to him to ensure their status. He couldn't have been killed rushing them, and he could have "lived" with that; but getting shot in the back by a man he thought was immobile ... at the Pearly Gates -- assuming he went that way -- he would have had a hard time explaining that without embarrassment.

He glanced at his right hand; it was covered in blood, both his and the Squad Leader, Lee's. His clothes were stained red as well; he ran his hands over his body quickly and -- not surprisingly, since he didn't think the invaders had gotten a shot off -- found no wounds.

Then movement caught his eye and he looked up to see ...

"Jane," he spoke quietly, relieved, then whispering softer, "Thank god..."

She was holding a gun, a shotgun. Where the hell did she get a shotgun? He wondered what did I miss?

Crazy Jane

Looking at Gabe she stood there for a few moments. Walking over to the unconscious men she moved their guns and other weapons away from them. Looking through them she had a disgusted look on her face. Taking the grenades a dark look came to her face. Taking a utility belt she secured the grenades to it along with what ever 'ammo' they had on them.

Walking over to Gabe she held out another utility belt.

"Put this on."

She said to him as she looked around their surrounding. Shaking her head she started moving the bodies into Heaven. She had to get them out of the hall way. She needed them out of the way. Especially if they had to move quickly. Grabbing three of the walkie talkies she changed them all to channel 5.

Walking over to Tes she handed it to her.

"Come on we have to move."

Heading back into the hall way she looked at Gabe and handed him one of the walkie talkies.

"I set us up on a different line from what they were using. In the case we get separated. With the equipment these men came with this is not over yet. So we need to move."

Standing there she finally stood still for a moment. Looking at him for the first time she noticed the blood.

"Are you ok?"

She asked as she grabbed his hands and began looking at him for any wounds the blood could have came from.

Gabe--Who is Jane anyway?

Gabe was surprised by Jane, surprised in the way she reacted to seeing him standing over three -- presumably -- dead bodies.

Jane had cleared away their weapons, stripped them of gear, hauled them away, and was now arming herself and him for ... did she say this wasn't over? How did she know there were more of them; or was she just assuming; and if she was, why would she assume that?

There was more to this woman than just a nice bod and a icy personality. There was something more to Jane, and Gabe was suddenly unsure about whether he should stand clear, or get a whole lot closer!

"Yeah, yeah," he answered her as she checked him over for injuries. If he hadn't still been wound up from the fight, his adrenaline at a level he'd never experienced before -- not in the boxing rink or the street fight or even in sex -- he might have realized that icy Jane seemed to be thawing -- just a bit -- and had her hands all over his own bod'. "I'm fine. Not my blood. Theirs."

He stood there in silence as she outfitted them and talked about radios and channels. He wasn't experienced at this, but he'd seen enough cop and war shows to understand what she was doing and why.

"Can we use these to listen in on the other guys?" he asked, displaying the radio to her. Then added, "You know there are other guys ... right?"

Crazy Jane

Jane nodded looking at Gabe. She knew he was on a high from the rush. Staring him in the eye she touched his face.

"Gabe I need you to try and calm down now. I know this must be thrilling on some level but I need you calm... ok... Yes I am aware there are other men in the building I have been down here the entire time.... Please calm down and get your head back..."

She said to him before she dropped her hand. Looking down at her radio she switched her radio back to the others channel and listened in. She liked Gabe's idea about that and figured to give it a try.

Looking inside Heaven's 'door' she made sure that the men were still out cold. Looking back over to Gabe she waited to hear something anything on the walkie talkie.

Gabe: So ... what now?

"Jesus Christ! Is that ... is that Tesla?"

Through the door, beyond the bodies Jane had drug into Heaven, Tes was huddled against wall ... holding a big frickin' knife.

Gabe was surprised first to see her -- or anyone else for that matter -- down here; it hadn't occurred to him yet that he and Jane weren't alone. And he was surprised, second, that he'd remembered the little girl's name to begin with.

He'd considered a play for her just shortly after Dan had allowed the group to move from the lobby to the 3rd floor. She was sweet and innocent and one hell of a looker. But Gabe had mixed feelings about virgins, or near-virgins, which he expected she was one of.

On one hand, it was nice being their first. As long as you did it right -- played nice, wasn't too rough, made sure they enjoyed it, as well as made them feel like it wasn't just a pop you and run situation -- they were always there for you in the future. Plus, you got to train them for the way you liked sex! Not the way they wanted it to be, because -- quite frankly -- unless they'd been watching a lot of R-rated movies or reading stacks of women magazines or had older sisters or friends who constantly talked about their own lives, most of them weren't really aware that orgasm was their right, too.

At least, that was what many men thought and, for his own selfish gains, Gabe hoped it was true as often as possible. But most woman, with experience, learned and knew better ... which was a shame, he had often thought.

But ... on the other hand, if you didn't do it well -- if she didn't enjoy it, or felt used, or told everyone you had rushed or forced her to get laid, or what ever -- you could really look like an ass. Gabe didn't like looking like an ass; it was bad for his reputation as a lady killer. Lady killer he liked; Innocence destroyer, not so much.

The radio on Jane's belt crackled. "Team A ..."

"That's them," Gabe said, then cringed at the stupidity of his comment.

"Team A, copy?" the voice repeated with agitation. "Status!"

Crazy Jane

"Shit....."

Jane said as she stood there hearing the voices. Looking up to Gabe she smiled softly.

"Gabe you have to respond. Say This is Team A, the females are taken care of."

Shit she didn't know names, she didn't know how they spoke. Her thoughts ran as they stood there. The walkie talkie cracking at them.

"We have to move, and we have to go now... "

She said as she watched their surroundings.

Gabe pointed a finger toward the now closed door. "What about her? And ... move where?"

He began checking the gear and weapon Jane had equipped him with, adding, "Are we gonna go find these assholes ... or go upstairs ... or--"

He stopped suddenly, looking up into Jane's eyes. With great hope, he said, "Tell me you know what you're doing here. I don't think I'll look good in a body bag."