Page 31 of Beast: Part Two

“Up ahead, take a right. That should give you a clear enough shot. But you will only have a few seconds,” Zel says.

“It’s all I’ll need.” Priest lets his window down.

“Brace yourselves,” Maksim shouts as he takes the turn without slowing down.

Priest leans out the window and takes one single shot. Looking over my shoulder out the back window I watch the bullet hit its mark dead in the center of Shaw’s forehead. Proving once again that a true marksman only needs one bullet to get a job done.

The reprieve is short-lived when another disciple climbs up from the back and shoves the dead body out the way before taking his place firing rounds. He’s joined by the first gunman that leans out of the side of the van and opens fire. The glass over Hawk’s head shatters, raining pieces down over him.

“Shit,” he says, touching his ear and pulling back a bloody hand.

“Is this as fast as this stupid ass van can go?” Priest shouts.

“I’m flooring it. As long as they have those rifles, we’re in trouble.”

Unbuckling my seat belt, I pull my knife out of my holster. “Turn around,” I say.

“What?” Priest asks, looking over the front seat at me.

“Turn around.”

Maksim glances at me through the rearview mirror.

“Switch sides with me, Hawk,” I say climbing over the seat.

Before Hawk can deny or confirm, I have him in my vacated seat. Placing my gun in my dominant hand, I hold my knife in my other.

“This is stupid, Beastie,” Maksim shouts. Yet, he turns the car around. Bullets come flying at the front of the car. I slide the door to the van open.

We play a game of chicken, until Maksim turns the wheel slightly and drives beside the van. I leap out of the door of the minivan and into the worker van’s open door. The disciple with the AR is too stunned to react. I hit the floor of the van with a thud, tucking my body, I roll twice before coming to a crouch position. The guy with the AR turns his gun toward me, but I shoot him in the head. Another guy is behind me, I aim at him, but he crashes into me sending my gun flying.

The disciple lands on top of me, and I recognize him. Nyx came in during the same time we did. He didn’t have the skills to be a Deacon, so they made him a Disciple. Nyx wraps his hands around my neck, trying to squeeze. I thrust my blade into the side of his neck twice before turning the handle and yanking it out.

I shove his limp body off me. Rolling over, I grab my gun and quickly place a bullet in the driver’s thigh. I then charge to the front of the van. The man in the front passenger seat attempts to turn to aim his gun at me. The problem with AR’s is that they are too big and not good for confined spaces. Using the hand with my knife in it, my blade shoves the end of the gun up. He fires off rounds into the back of the van. I then place my handgun at his chin and pull the trigger blasting his brains onto the roof of the van.

The driver is losing control of the vehicle since I shot him in the right leg. The van is careening onto the sidewalk and heading into a building. Opening the door on the opposite side of the oneI used to get in, I tuck my body and fall out of the moving vehicle. I hit the pavement hard earning some road rash. The van hits a pole and nearly folds in half.

Standing to my feet, I hobble over to the passenger side of the van. The driver groans as he leans up from the steering wheel. He looks to the left and then to the right. His eyes widen when he sees me.

I fire one shot into his head, splattering his blood on the window behind him.

“You got a lot of cleaning up to do,” I say in the earpiece to Lucien as I walk away from the scene.

“Already on it,” he says.

The minivan pulls up at the curb in front of me.

Priest shakes his head at me. “I swear you boys are going to give me a fucking heart attack.”

The van door creaks open. I climb inside and take a seat. Slowly and with a lot of effort the door starts to close again as Maksim pulls away.

“We’re going to need another vehicle,” Maksim announces.

Pulling out my phone, I call Pharrell and let him know we’re on the way.

chapter Nine

Clothes

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