The Hunt

Chapter 8 - Business Associate

"We have a name to fight for!" I shouted at the large crowd of criminals that we huddled to this base. "Doesn't that mean anything to you?!"

Everyone else was roaring in disagreement, most of them wondering why I was in charge of shutting it down, and the doubts swarming about me.

"I would rather do anything than give into him, joining his side with metal cuffs around my wrists." Some peoples expressions changed after I said that.

"But you wouldn't mind giving up the location of this base, huh?" A male shouted in the crowd, bringing back the uprising of voices. The same boy suggested that we run, moments after he had everyone's attention.

"Are you a fucking pussy?" Roco said with pure disgust, I held back a laugh because she almost sounded british. "We don't run from cops. We don't do that shit — no. That's not who we are!"

I noticed Kyarra in the corner, pulling her mask back down on her face, wrinkling her nose at someone or something.

"Fine then," She stepped out of her quiet corner and came to join me on top of the car I stood on. "Those who would like to flee; get the fuck out,"

I frowned at her, because people were quick to move.

"But. You will have to make up some sort of debt for this disobedience. Now, we can't get rid of him fully, but we can shake him for long enough, correct?" I nodded my head at her and she smiled.

It was embarrassing how many people had decided to leave. There was about 6 of us. Rocori, Kyarra, Jacob, and three other twats who knew what they were doing.

5 of them went to go get their stuff, and Roco came beside me as I rested my head on my forearm, now leaning against the cold stone wall. "Great, back to square one."

"So much for that. But at least the map works. Some good has come out of this." Roco shrugged her shoulders, previewing her pistol.

"How? What good is any of this? We're going 7v1 on a professional cop who Hunts criminals for a living." I snapped, furious.

She quietly ignored my outburst, "He's a bounty hunter?"

"Delicate way of putting it, yes."

"Whatever. We need to get ready. I want to blow his ass to fucking bits." Cracking her knuckles dramatically, I followed her to her car.

"Should I take the plane? Or is the car better for whatever battle we're going into."

She scanned me, thinking for a moment. "Plane. Although it's riskier in the skies we have better aerial attacks — one of which being me riding on top of it and shooting at him."

"That's a fucking dumb idea your head is going to get chopped off instantly." I slipped my gloves over my hands, tightening them to my liking.

"No they won't — go get them raised at the garage quickly." Roco mused, slipping on her tactical vest and knife holster, tightening it as I did my gloves.

"It's so expensive to do that." I groaned into my hands. "You have like... six-million dollars. That's a lot for a criminal. I hardly have a quarter of that." She reminded, tossing my car keys to me. She knows me so well.