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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Old Drew Id" data-source="post: 1182267" data-attributes="member: 12175">Session 5 (6/4/2003) Final FirefightSession 5 (6/4/2003) Final FirefightThe car slowly crunched over a rough gravel parking area leading up to the back of the construction site. Taylor killed the lights when they pulled off the road, and the whole group rode in darkened silence as they neared the chain-link fence at the border of the property.The car stopped. Taylor cut the engine and stuck the keys in her pocket. Everyone stared out the windshield for a moment at the site.The main building, mostly complete, stretched fourteen stories up into the night sky. A handful of spotlights pointed up at the upper stories to illuminate the site. A second five-story building abutted the back of the main building. The entire affair was perhaps two hundred yards from the bustling traffic on 280, separated by a thick swathe of trees and shadows. Construction gear and machinery covered the grounds. Dump trucks, bulldozers, generators, and a hundred other pieces of nondescript equipment threw strange shadows across the landscape. The wind was blowing pretty fiercely, and bits of paper and debris blew past every few seconds.Willie nudged Taylor’s shoulder, and she turned. He handed her a headset radio from his bag. She saw that he, Brother Cooper, and Joe were all already wearing similar headsets in the back. She took the radio and fitted it to her head as she continued to survey the area through the windshield.She heard the nervousness in her own accented voice as she asked, “I wonder if they here yet?”Crystal answered calmly from the (literally) shotgun seat, “Oh yeah, they’re here,” as she gestured up into the night sky with her new gun. Where she pointed, a one-hundred-and-fifty foot crane towered menacingly over the entire site. Hanging suspended from the crane’s hook, over a hundred feet in the air, was a man in a business suit. “And it looks like Dick Scorse is here, too.”. . .Taylor heard Brother Cooper praying as they left the car and scattered into the dark. It was something about “give me your shield of victory…stoop down to make me great.” She certainly didn’t care anything about being made great. She just wanted to get this over with and get out in one piece.Crystal and the preacher took off into the building before them. Willie headed off around the right corner to circle the site and come up from the far side. Joe was ahead of her, rounding the left side of the complex, dodging from one shadow to the next. Every now and then over the radio she heard snippets of his voice. It sounded like he was singing to himself. As she ducked in behind him as he hid between some barrels, she heard him more distinctly, but now it sounded more like he was whispering a chant to himself, “…kitana…jade…sub-zero…scorpion…” He turned and grinned to her, then darted off towards the cab of a dump truck. Taylor took a deep breath and sprinted towards the next bit of cover, in this case a pile of steel beams near the corner of the building. She threw herself to the dirt once she was in the shadow of the steel and took a moment to check out the area. She was around the other side of the building now. There were still more bulldozers and that sort of thing on this side, but there was a clearing near the base of the crane. In the clearing was a small bonfire, pretty much directly underneath where Scorse was dangling. Taylor counted three men carrying wood to the fire. No sign of anyone else in the area. Now that she was up here, she wasn’t sure what she had been planning to do. She tried out the radio with a whisper, “I see front. I see three guy up here with wood…um…for fire”For a frighteningly lonely moment there was no response, and Taylor wondered if she was on the right channel. Then Willie’s voice came over reassuringly, “Copy that, Tee. I’m in the southeast corner. I got a visual on three perps tending a bonfire. No sign of voodoo lady. Wait…one of the perps over here is not carrying wood. He’s got a rifle. Repeat, we have a bad guy with a rifle. I’m gonna try to get in behind him. Over.”Crystal’s voice responded almost instantly, whispering, “Me and the preacher are on shotgun duty inside, heading up the main hallway towards your side of the building. We got nobody in here so far. Still moving up.”A deep rumbling growl sounded from behind Taylor, and she whipped her gun around to point in that direction, as Joe’s voice sounded over the radio: “Guys…I…have…a…dump…truck.”Before anyone could respond, the dump truck lurched forward with a grinding sound and roared into the clearing. The truck trampled straight over one of the (very) surprised thugs carrying firewood, and smashed into the bonfire, sending sparks and flaming wood scattering in five different directions. Willie’s voice was quick on the radio, “Wait! S#%T! WAIT! Oh hell…GO!!! GO!!! GO!!!”Taylor leapt up from her hiding spot and began running to her left to try to flank the thugs. She spotted the one closest to the bonfire and tossed a shot off at him as she ran. The shot went wild, but he spun towards her, and she realized she had given her position away. Taylor ducked behind a stack of barrels and started to look for the next piece of cover. She looked out to the left, and saw him. Another thug, with a rifle. He pointed the rifle straight at her, and fired.</blockquote>

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