Page 23 of Found Through Fire

She stands straight on the rooftop and peers around. “There’s an entrance in the middle of the roof.” One of the brothers cuts through on the audio. They have to be in front of me to tell them apart, so I can’t tell who by just the voice.

Will walks over to the door and jiggles the handle. It’s locked, so she grabs a lockpick kit from one of her pockets and gets it open in what seems like seconds. She ducks down, slowly pushing on the door and bringing her .22 up and at the ready with a suppressor attached. There’s not a single sound as she descends the staircase with bare feet.

She stops at the door at the bottom of the stairs and does the same as the first. Opening the door to a hallway, she stalks. Herweapon is trained like it’s part of her vision. Her body moves like a dancer in its precision as she scans her front, rear, and flanks. She stops only as she passes some closed doors, trying to hear on the other side of them.

The third door that she stops at is cracked open, and the audio picks up voices. “The bitch was right about the timing and the guests visiting. Does she still think that Jackal is going to take her as his ‘Ol Lady? The bitch’s past her prime,” one voice said from the room.

“Fuck yeah, she does. Jackal’s been fucking around with her since they were kids. He isn’t going to stop until he can take over the Hills. He just has to put up with her annoying ass. It just sucks that he knocked her up, and now, after we get rid of her, he’s gonna have to deal with a kid that calls someone else Dad,” a second voice comes through.

“Maybe he can send her off to another MC. She was raised in the Knights, and she can stay there. She’s annoying as fuck, and not even that hot.” The first voice sounds irritated as the conversation continues.

So, a woman associated with the club has been fuckin’ around with the Reapers. This is going to open a can of shit between the brothers when we start investigating.

“Now that we have the girl, that should make it easier to get some of the shit we want. Pres said not to hurt her too much. I think we should be able to break her in as a reward for picking her up,” the second voice says as I am about to lose my god-damned mind.

I guess as I felt the rage coming to the surface, so did Will. After only hearing the two voices, she stands in the doorway with her gun raised. One of the fuckers is facing the other with his back to the door, showing the back of his balding head. The guy facing the door sees Willow as she bursts into the room. Sheshoots the one facing her in the head before he has a chance to say anything.

The second guy turns around just in time to see Will take out her knife and stick it in the side of his throat. She always did prefer stabbing. That’s why I make sure she gets new knives that I have engraved for Christmas every year.

She stands back and watches the second guy slowly choke on his own blood, making gurgling noises. “I will rip this club apart, make you all eat your own fucking faces, and kill you slowly before I let any of you sick fucks touch my goddaughter,” Will says in a deadly voice that I have never heard her use before. The deranged rhythm of her words makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand, and I know her. I wonder what the men here think of her… enthusiasm.

She leaves the bodies in the room and continues down the hall, expertly clearing room after room, eliminating her targets one by one. By the time she’s at the end of the hall, her body count’s in the double digits, and they were all fast and clean kills. The hall opens to a balcony that has a metal safety railing overlooking the entire warehouse. She peeks around the corner, crouching low to the ground. We can’t see what’s happening below the balcony on the bodycam footage, but after a moment of silence, we hear a faint “ten,” as Will removes the magazine, replacing it with a full one. I’m impressed with the way she holds the top, gliding the hammer down when chambering a round. That’s my Fox. Silent.

As she gets into position, I glimpse the occupants. It looks like a mix of Iron Reaper club members and hang-arounds, not a club officer in sight. They knew the fight that they would have coming to them. They didn’t want to bring their high ranking members. They expected the casualties, sacrificing the newer Brothers and possible prospects.

There’s still large machinery in the room that was left when they closed the factory. Sophia is nowhere in sight, so they’re probably just the door guards, meant to alert others if my MC came barging in through the front door.

No one pays attention as she crouches down and hugs the wall, moving to the side where the railing is. It looks like a ten-foot drop from the balcony to the floor. There are a few guys near the balcony distracted by their phones, probably only waiting for the sound of approaching bikes. They’re leaning against one of the machines, blocking them a little from sight of the other men in the room.

Will starts to slide under the metal railing of the balcony like she is going to jump down, and my heart rate shoots up. She didn’t seem hurt when I saw her to pick up Sophia, but now I’m thinking I might’ve missed something.

She stays crouched down and jumps off the balcony with all the force that she can in her small legs. She’s only in the air for a second before she lands, wrapping her legs around the guy’s shoulders, bringing him down with her. I guess during the descent, she jabbed a knife in the top of his head, using the momentum and his body to break her fall. She raises her gun at the other guy next to him and shoots him while grabbing another knife from her thigh holster, throwing it, and hitting the third guy in the eye. Wait, no not in the eye. Her blade went around the eye through the orbital socket and into his brain. Instant kill, and it effectively silenced any screams that a normal eye shot would’ve mustered.

She was quiet and still had the silencer on her gun, but the other guys in the room heard the small commotion. They all start looking around. Will’s crouched behind the machine that the guys were leaning against.

Like a silent serpent, she slithers under the abandoned equipment.

One of the men crouches down to look under, but she’s ready. She grabs him by the collar, pulling him in. He locks eyes with her chest. I can’t tell if he’s staring at the camera, or checking out her tits. But she uses the momentary distraction to serve his windpipe a single jab before severing his carotid with one of her many knives, grabbing his gun, sliding it to the other side of the equipment before crawling away and allowing him to bleed out.

Footsteps slow across the screen. “Chuck,” a man’s voice calls. But it’s met with silence.

Will slides out. Her knife slices through the guy’s inside groin area. Every man in the room watching the screen tenses, grabbing our balls like just watching this play out could mean ours are next. We seem to all let out a sigh of relief when we realize she didn’t sever his balls.

She cut his femoral artery. Falling to his knees, he tries to scream, but she moves behind him and quickly grabs his face. Stifling it with her hand, she scans the area. The audio barely picks up her mumbled “shit.” The camera jerks, and we all hear the distinctcrackof her breaking his neck.

Letting his body fall to the ground, she grabs her gun and aims it towards the approaching footsteps. Wasting no time, she rolls under the next piece of equipment as the footsteps come closer. Legs appear on the screen right in front of where Will is hiding.

There’s an intake of breath from the man as he sees the body. There are two consecutive beeps, probably from his phone to call for help. Will doesn’t falter. She slices through his Achilles tendon, and he bellows out a cry.

There’s no point in hiding now. She crawls out from under the equipment with her gun pointed in front of her. You can see the shocked faces of three Brothers as they take in the tiny woman standing up in the middle of the bodies. She takes theirmoment of hesitation and shoots two of them so fast, we almost miss it while watching the video.

She turns to face the last guy. His cut says “Roach,” and that he’s the Enforcer. He has his gun pointed at her and starts to pull the trigger as she drops into the splits. All of the men watching the screen wince again. Simultaneously, Will raises her weapon, breathes, and as her breath naturally pauses, she fires, hitting him in the knee. He falls to the floor, and Will shoots the hand that’s holding his gun. His screams sound feral. She stands with an almost inhuman-like grace and slowly strides up to him, kicking the gun away from his hand using the side of her bare foot.

She crouches down and grabs his cheeks, shaking his face like an Etchisketch, as if she shakes it, the pain will clear, so he can focus on her. He makes eye contact with her, and pain, anger, and confusion shows on his face.

“Hello! My name is Willow, and I will be standing in as your judge, jury, and torturer today,” she says in an excited, bubbly voice. “Before I go and get my goddaughter, I have a few questions.”

He looks up at her, spits in her face, and tries to punch her with his other hand, which she grabs by the wrist mid-swing, squeezing the pressure point so she can take full control of it. “That was rude. I am trying to have a conversation with you. And they say I have no people skills.” She tsks at him with a slightly annoyed voice as she brings his hand down on the floor and shoves her knife through his wrist, breaking through the tendons. She doesn’t stop until the knife scrapes the linoleum floor under him. He lets out another scream filled with so much pain that it has the hairs on my arm standing as she twists the blade.