Scorpion's Vengeance, 'Guardian Angel'

Updated on October 6, 2018
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Action adventure stories are my favourite, I love reading them, and recently I discovered I love writing them!

From the Author

One of the awesome things about being a writer is that when you have a great day, you can enjoy it in the writing of a story, but even better is that when you have a 'challenging' day you can put things to rights by dealing some serious hurt to one of the 'bad guys' in the story, and no one minds!

Seriously, think about it, you can relieve the stress by doing some awesome stuff in your mind, how about the adrenaline rush of doing a freefall parachute jump? Or what about breaking a world record for something? We writers get to relax by writing what it might feel like to do those things!

This is one part of the story that I really enjoyed writing, and I hope you enjoy it too as we find out what the team really has planned for the guys who ambushed them!

But first, we have a copper to rescue!

Saying Hello

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From the previous

The scooter was a ‘nifty fifty’ on the street under a streetlight, thinking that he was safe, the street wasn’t busy, but only an idiot would try and approach when he had three hundred and sixty degrees vision, but he didn’t count on the shadows, and Joey knew all about them.

It took Joey about two minutes along the street using shadows, he was about ten feet behind the guy when he saw the phone he’d been using, he was texting, no idea what was coming next.

Crash helmets are great for protecting you against accidents on a bike, but they’re useless when the assailant is coming for you from behind, and even worse than that, they give your attacker a dangerous advantage, they hinder your sight as well as hearing.

There was an empty beer bottle in the gutter, it was perfect, the visor on the helmet was up, slowly Joey reached down and took hold of the bottle, he was in the crouch nine feet away, fingers wrapping around the bottle he sprung forward launching himself at the lookout, swinging the bottle for back of the neck as the other hand reached out for the base of the helmet and ripped it up over the guy’s head, the bottle came crashing down on the collarbone, splintering it in one fell swoop.

The guy went down fast, dropping the phone and screaming in agony, one fist to the mouth soon shut him up, and removed a couple of teeth in the process, “Wanna live?” Joey hissed, “Then shut the hell up and I’ll think about it!” taking something out of his pocket he simply spoke into the device, “One down, rest are all yours buddy”

As soon as he’d spoken into the device, Joey turned to the guy on the ground, he wasn’t struggling, and looked terrified, “who paid you?”

“What you on about bro” the guy replied, trying to pretend like he was innocent, “I’m just dealin’ a little”

“Cut the crap” Joey punched him hard in the mouth, blood was oozing out, “We both know what you’re doing, so who sodding well paid you?”

“Dunno what”

Thwack, his fist hit again, this time on the nose, it gave way, “I can do this all night” Joey said, “can you take it? And by the way, don’t count on your friends coming to help, they’re in even worse shit than you are, my buddy’s meaner than I am” he let that sink in, “Now, who paid you?”

“Dunno, no, stop” the guy tried to hold up his good arm, “I’m serious, I don’t, I got a text to be a lookout, no reason was given, just be here!”

“And you thought it would be a picnic” Joey got ready to hit the guy again, more out of disgust this time.


Continuing, Joey's second thoughts

“I don’t ask questions” the guy offered hastily, “you ask them and you die with these people”

“Well take my word for it” Joey hissed back, “You ever do something like this again, and you can book your place in the cemetery, GET MY MEANING!” he threw the guy onto his stomach and began one of the roughest searches he could manage, the guy did his best not to scream, but from the broken collarbone, and crushed nuts, he was in agony.

Finally, after the search Joey flipped him back onto his back, he’d found the mobile, and few other things he’d expected to find, namely how they’d been able to find Billie’s flat, along with a weapon he’d not had time to get to, “Listen shithead” he began again, “You and our mates just tried to kill a copper, they have eyes and ears all over the hospitals and the like here, how do you think you’ll fare when we let them know they’re treating one who tried to kill their own? Go near a hospital and you’re a marked man, go near a Doctors and we’ll know about it, you’re a marked man, try and call your bosses, and we have every number you’ve ever called, we’ll hunt you down, your only hope is to get out of London, and never ever come back, AM I MAKING MYSELF CLEAR?, Now piss off” the guy made to get up and head for the scooter, “Not so fast” Joey yanked him off it, “that stays with us, Now piss off” he’d already ripped the crash helmet off, he had second thoughts of letting the prick go and king hit him straight in the face knocking him out like a light, he crumpled to the ground, Joey had a plan, he'd debated with Smithy whether they let the guy go, so he could spread the fear of who was coming for them, or well, let's just say Smithy lost the argument, he had a set of zip ties in his pocket, they were gardening ones, one for the arms, the other for the legs, fifteen seconds later he was trussed up and Joey waited for Smithy’s ‘all clear’


"M.I.6 may want this kept under wraps, but not Sir Mike!"

“Just what were you two doing?” Sandy didn't sound impressed, “I couldn't get hold of you” she went on, “ I turn the radio on” she pointed to the police scanner she’d been using to track what the cops were up to, “and get this crap about masked vigilantes beating the crap out of two guys doing a copper over, what were you doing?”

“Three” Smithy replied.

“What?” Jacko was also in the room, he was enjoying seeing her ‘chew them out’

“Three” Smithy said again, “there were three of them, one lookout, and two bozos in the flat, Joey did the lookout, I had fun with the others!” He almost looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, he’d enjoyed it so much.

“Leave me out of it!” Joey held up his hands, he’d crossed Sandy before, “apparently the word came from the top.”

“Why?” Jacko asked, the place they were in was a small one bedroom flat, a small kitchen at the back leading out to the main lounge, the bedroom was on the right as the kitchen was on the left. Sandy had everything set up in the bedroom, the front room or lounge was where Mac positioned himself, to all who looked in it was just someone watching sky sports, the nine millimetres was concealed, but within easy reach.

“Why what?” Sandy asked.

“Didn’t MI6 want this thing kept ‘under wraps’ you know, secret?” he made an inverted comma sign, “she was investigating the body in the river, the one he thought we put there” he reminded her, “so why protect her?”

“Six wanted it under wraps, as you put it, but not Sir Mike!” Sandy replied, she stopped and looked at each of them, looks of confusion on their faces, “six has a mole remember, standard procedure for them keep things under wraps, anything else and the mole would know we’re onto them.”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” the confusion in the voices said the opposite, it was Joey voiced it though, “but why to leak the information.”

“What got leaked?” Sandy asked.

“No idea” Joey replied, “but whatever it was, caused some serious injury to the copper!”

“Yet we don’t know what it was, and it's got someone spooked!” Mac finished the thought off, “bloody Bugger did it to put pressure on the mole, force a mistake maybe?”

“And we got the fruits” Sandy looked at Joey and Smithy, “did you get ‘em?”


"It's not often you get carte blanche to send a scumbag down a very deep dark hole!"

“No” Joey replied to her obvious disappointment, “but we cloned them instead” there was an audible sigh of relief as he went on, “if we took the phones they’d know something was up, so we took these and cloned the hard drives, two replicas, we can listen to any call they get, and we’ve got the details of every message sent or received, and with a little magic,” he handed the two cloned phones over, “we can get every location they’ve ever been in.”

“Then let's get to work” Jacko took over, “Sandy, how long before you’ll have intel we can work with?”

“We’ve already got some stuff from Smithy’s photos” she replied, “you’re gonna love this” the sarcasm coming through strong, “recognise this one?” she threw the first photo, a slightly fuzzy image, but there was no mistaking the features, a long scar down the right side of the face, running from the temple to the mouth. “Or what about this guy?” the second picture, someone more stocky, yet not an ounce of fat, short black hair.

“The first ring a bell” Jacko picked the first photo up, brow furrowed, “is that?” he began.

“Patrick O'flanagan” Sandy finished off, “one time IRA trigger man, and just about everything else” she turned towards the laptop. “Finished a ten year stretch in France two years ago, for drugs and extortion, and a few kneecaps removed from people.”

“A nice guy then” Joey chipped in.

“Keep him off your guest lists, that’s for sure” Mac piped up. “Then again, maybe we need to send him a calling card?” He was hitting his left fist into the palm of the right hand.

“But first” Sandy spoke again, “we’ve got a bit of a doozy for you, this you’re gonna love” she placed the next photo down so that they could all see it, obviously enjoying the suspense she went on, “O'flanagan will be next to impossible to find, at least with our resources, and time, “ she handed a piece of paper to each of them, it was a fact sheet for the other guy. ”This boy took the trouble to let us know where his boss works, not just that, you won’t have to kill the swine, just hand him over to the Ukrainians, they’ll do with a smile in their faces” she was actually smiling, it wasn’t often you got carte blanche to send a scumbag down a very deep and very dark hole.


"A bit of a doozy for you!"

“Then let's get to work” Jacko took over, “Sandy, how long before you’ll have intel we can work with?”

“We’ve already got some stuff from Smithy’s photos” she replied, “you’re gonna love this” the sarcasm coming through strong, “recognise this one?” she threw the first photo, a slightly fuzzy image, but there was no mistaking the features, a long scar down the right side of the face, running from the temple to the mouth. “Or what about this guy?” the second picture, someone more stocky, yet not an ounce of fat, short black hair.

“The first ring a bell” Jacko picked the first photo up, brow furrowed, “is that?” he began.

“Patrick O'flanagan” Sandy finished off, “one time IRA trigger man, and just about everything else” she turned towards the laptop. “Finished a ten year stretch in France two years ago, for drugs and extortion, and a few kneecaps removed from people.”

“A nice guy then” Joey chipped in.

“Keep him off your guest lists, that’s for sure” Mac piped up. “Then again, maybe we need to send him a calling card?” He was hitting his left fist into the palm of the right hand.

“But first” Sandy spoke again, “we’ve got a bit of a doozy for you, this you’re gonna love” she placed the next photo down so that they could all see it, obviously enjoying the suspense she went on, “O'flanagan will be next to impossible to find, at least with our resources, and time, “ she handed a piece of paper to each of them, it was a fact sheet for the other guy. ”This boy took the trouble to let us know where his boss works, not just that, you won’t have to kill the swine, just hand him over to the Ukrainians, they’ll do with a smile in their faces” she was actually smiling, it wasn’t often you got carte blanche to send a scumbag down a very deep and very dark hole.

“This ‘Pietr’ Gromatski clown” Joey spoke up, “says he’s also known as ‘Igor’, he looks a real nasty piece of work, what is it,” he was looking at the Interpol ‘rap sheet’ with the photo, “suspected of three gang-related killings in Kiev, one where an innocent kid was gunned down. He threw the paper back down onto the table, raising his head he looked Jacko right in the eye as if asking the boss what he thought.


"Killing's too quick for this one"

“You’re right” Jacko spoke softly, every syllable deliberately chosen to drive home the emphasis, “killing this piece would be too quick, a few years in a Ukrainian gulag first would be more fitting.”

There are some places where prison is real harsh punishment, then there are places where its a fate worse than death, Ukraine, while not the worst, it is enough to strike terror into the heart of the hardest criminal, and Gromatski would have reason to fear, in their eyes he was a child killer, the worst punishment was reserved for them.

One by one they replaced the photos, Sandy gathered them up, shed shred and incinerate them later, but for now, she had a briefing to run.

“Gromatski works for Alexei Serkov, the ‘businessman’ in the East end” she passed a piece of paper round, nothing in this briefing was going via electronic channels, there was no way of knowing how much was being passed to the other side, especially when they couldn't be sure exactly how much information the mole had access to.

“I take it you've got an address then?” Jacko was all business.

“On the paper, I just gave you” Sandy replied, “along with the details about his boss, might be good to pay the boss a visit too, I can’t see him letting his employees go freelance” she turned to Jacko, “so how do you want to run this?”


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      • lawrence01 profile imageAUTHOR

        Lawrence Hebb 

        7 months ago from Hamilton, New Zealand

        Robert

        It showed then? I can't remember offhand, but I'll take that as the tension coming through.

      • Robert Sacchi profile image

        Robert Sacchi 

        7 months ago

        You must have been under a lot of stress when you wrote this chapter.

      • lawrence01 profile imageAUTHOR

        Lawrence Hebb 

        13 months ago from Hamilton, New Zealand

        Eric

        Absolutely!

        Glad you enjoyed it. Got to admit, this part of the story was inspired by what I often heard Mum and Dad say when they heard of some horrible crime, "Hanging's too good for 'em!"

        But you'll have wait until next week to see what awaits.

      • Ericdierker profile image

        Eric Dierker 

        13 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

        Another great installment. I already know our players so that makes it more fun. These guys are mean. But I guess kill or be killed. Another OP next week I hope.

      • lawrence01 profile imageAUTHOR

        Lawrence Hebb 

        13 months ago from Hamilton, New Zealand

        Bill

        Glad I'm not the only one does this!

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        Bill Holland 

        13 months ago from Olympia, WA

        I love your opening paragraph about good and bad days. Many times I have killed off a bad guy because I was having a bad day. Great. and healthy, release of angst. lol

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