Chapter 2: Kill and Survive

Elimination

Previously:

"Hand it over", Pack Leader demanded, but David was having none of it. He closed the suitcase before Pack Leader could grab it.

"Money", he reminded him.

Pack Leader nodded and gestured something with two fingers. Two of his comrades went back to one of the vans and came back with large back. David nodded when he saw the money sticking out of the bag and handed the suitcase over.

Then, a shot was heard and Pack Leader fell dead to the ground with a bleeding hole in his head.

Their reaction was immediate. The rest of the Coyotes aimed their machine guns at them and Drake drew his revolver, ready for the fight that was about to happen. David looked around furiously for the idiot that had killed Pack Leader. His eyes widened when David saw that none had raised their guns and he cursed.

David ran forward to grab the suitcase that was still being held by Pack Leader' hands, but he was stopped by the machine gun that was aimed by his face. The Coyote in front of him growled. "You killed Pack Leader. You shall pay."

David gritted his teeth. "That wound can't be made by one of ours, which means the cops are here. Either you have a traitor in your little gang or you've led them here. Either way, the deal is off." He pushed the barrel away from his face and went for the suitcase, but was again stopped by the same Coyote.

"You killed him", the Coyote repeated with a growl.

David walked away slowly with a scowl. "Fine, have it your way." Only a sideways glance to Drake was enough for David to turn the whole situation into chaos.

A shot was heard and the Coyote who had stopped him dropped on the ground. The barrel of Drake's gun was still smoking when he went for another kill. The still living gang members shot randomly at David's team as they were running to their vans.

Drake grabbed David by his collar and pulled him back toward an old couch. Leaning against the fabric was Drake's machine gun. Drake put his revolver back in its holster and loaded the machine gun. Shooting from behind the couch, Drake smirked.

David on the other hand made no attempt to grab his own gun. He just looked at the situation before him. But when he saw one of the Coyotes itching toward his suitcase, David scowled.

"Cover me", he ordered Drake as he ran through the crossfire for his suitcase, not giving Drake a chance to reply.

He ducked instinctively and a bulled grazed his left shoulder. David gritted his teeth and held the shoulder with his left hand, before grabbing the hilt of the suitcase. Two Coyotes were running toward him, but they were already dead before they could reach him.

Running back, David noticed that one of his men lay dead on the ground. Right now, he couldn't care less. After all, he never liked Chunk anyway. Though it was going to become a problem later.

The most important thing was that most of the Coyotes were already dead by now. His own men, that had been hiding within the building, ran toward the entrance to evacuate. When David was outside himself, he noticed that their own cars were already standing outside.

When David was seated in the black BMW next to Drake and Diana, the car started and Frederico drove away as fast as he could.

"I need some sort of bandage", David demanded. Frederico looked at the grazing wound on David's shoulder from the mirror and nodded, before taking something from the dashboard. It was one roll of bandage and some tape. David guessed it would be enough and started bandaging his shoulder.

"What happened?", asked Diana.

"What does it look like?", David sneered back. He was getting angrier and angrier at the second.

"Well, it seems like you've just won the lottery", Diana replied with a glare.

"We would have if you two hadn't arrived that late", Drake said. "What were you doing? Sucking faces or something?"

"You were supposed to make sure that the area was clear!", David shouted. "And still, that Pack Leader, or whatever he is called, was killed by a sniper, who somehow wasn't noticed by you. I wonder why that is…"

"It was clear!", Drake exclaimed. "Before you showed up."

"You just don't want to admit your stupid mistake", Diana remarked.

"Shut up, Diana. This is much as your fault as anyone else's! If you would have just researched them better, this wouldn't have happened", Drake said.

"Oh, and now it's my fault? Well, excuse me for finding nothing suspicious about the Coyotes after looking through every single file there is about them! Even Jack couldn't find anything."

"Jack isn't capable enough then", Drake sneered. "And neither are you."

Diana wanted to reply to Drake's accusation, but was cut off by David. "Shut up, both of you. It doesn't matter whose fault it is now. The real problem is that the place is now a crime scene and we haven't cleared it. Chunk's body is still laying there, damn it. They'll know he's not a Coyote. They'll find out about us!"

David chewed his thumbnail in frustration and was finally able to think, now that Drake and Diana were both silent. "Diana, ask Jack to remove everything about Chunk and with that, I mean everything. Erase his childhood, his teenage life, his existence and leave no traces", he ordered. Diana shrugged as if it wasn't that much of a deal. David turned to Drake.

"Has anyone taken any money of the Coyotes?", David asked. Drake nodded.

"The bastard thought I didn't see it. Bug took the moneybag with him and took off with it." David cursed.

"Find Bug and burn that bag. It's too much of a risk. There could be transmitters, bugging devices, signals, whatever in that bag and the money can be traced back to the Coyotes. You can even punish him for taking the money without our permission. Just, keep him alive and usable."

Drake grinned wickedly.

Lana Arwen Lazar reached the top of the building and ran toward the edge of the roof. She put the M25 sniper rifle from her back and positioned it as fast as she could. The rifle was aiming at the building in front of hers, when Lana lay down and put the still smoking cigar back in her mouth.

Looking through the tactical scope, Lana noticed in relief that the meeting was still going on. According to her source, it should have started half an hour ago, but thank whatever is up there that they were late.

Maybe this time she would get at least a part of her revenge for what the Darkness had done to her.

Lana had had a few run-ins with the Coyotes after meeting the Darkness. They almost seemed like his little servants that did everything the Darkness wanted. Lana despised them.

She narrowed her right eye in concentration, while the other was closed. The center of the lines were aiming a little bit too far to the right of Pack Leader's face. "Come on, ugly head", Lana whispered. "Just one step forward…"

When Pack Leader did so, Lana smirked and shot. Her aim was perfect and soon the Coyote laid dead on the floor.

Lana wished to take out more Coyotes, but soon heard more shots from within the building. It wouldn't be safe for her to be here any longer. She grabbed her stuff as far as she could and dropped her cigar, before crushing it with her foot. Running down the stairs, she already saw Patrick sitting on the back of her pick-up truck, barking at her loudly.

She put her sniper rifle next to the dog and hid it with the canvas. Lana entered the car and drove away, but cursed when she heard police sirens behind her. Looking through the mirror, Lana saw indeed two police cars pursuing her. How the hell did they get here so soon?

Lana pressed the gas pedal further down, but one police car was already cutting her off. Her eyes widened and tried to dodge the car, but eventually had to stop. Lana cursed again and hit the steer wheel with the flat of her hand in anger. "Step out of the car right now and put your hands where I can see them!", she heard someone shout from outside. Lana gritted her teeth and did what she was told to.

As soon she was out of the car, Lana was slammed against the door. She clenched her jaw. "I didn't do anything!", she protested.

One of the officers was trying to reach the canvas, but his hands were almost bitten off by Patrick. Said dog growled dangerously. "Tell your dog to calm down!" Lana gritted her teeth again, but eventually did what he said. They were going to find out anyway. Patrick walked back, but was still growling at the officer. The cop grabbed the canvas and pulled it back, revealing the sniper rifle that was still warm.

[A/N]: And here is chapter 2! Way too short, I know, but next comes Sam with his whole investigation-thingy going on, which is actually quite a lot to write about, but also further on in time. So yeah... And I just wanted to post this chapter today, because.. why not? xD

Answer to the last Chapter's Question: Lana, of course! Because she's just a badass. And no, she's not a cop. She's just out for revenge against the Darkness. Who the Darkness exactly is (in this story anyway)... I will not tell - yet!

Congrats to: LadyBadass and Royalty Over Reality!

To LadyBadass: Well, that's good for the bookstore then! But yeah, I hate the name David too, but I just wanted to make it believable, you know? I'll quit calling him David within a few chapters. Keep putting that thinking hat on, but I'm not spoiling anything ;P

To Royalty Over Reality: Why, thank you, oh magnificent queen of the FAYZ. :)

'Till next time ^^

Xx Anny