The Storm (5)

One side charging without care for rhyme or reason, endangering their lives as a result of some kind of fanaticism. While the other was calm and methodical, each police officer using their years of experience and trained reflexes to not even flinch in the face of such insanity.

Fire was exchanged between both sides, sounding like an out of season fireworks display for some large festival. Alas, the sound reverberating off of the walls and ground was not the cheerful and awe inducing colorful explosions but the pure firepower of weapons of destruction.

The charging fanatics frothed at the mouth, their eyes red, and their mouths open in howls and screeches. Barely even aiming with their weapons they were, as they stumbled forward over the corpses of their brethren in front of them only to continue their charge.

The amount of them was still an impressive number and so they were hitting some of their shots, whenever a cop was wounded and rendered combat ineffective Neto or Loera would swoop in and pull them back into cover and quickly patch their wounds so they would not bleed out.

All the while the bullets continued to be traded between the two sides, dirt being kicked up on the ground as the bullets hit as well as led being quickly embedded in the cars in front of and the walls behind the officers.

Curiously enough some of the mafia fanatics that were downed simply got back up, and if the shot was not lethal on the first try then the enemies would just shrug it off like it was nothing. Some of the officers even thought they saw a few of their bullets hit the chest of one of the men they were engaged with but instead of entering and creating a bullet hole it simply was pushed back out after entering the body for just a moment. These thoughts lasted for only a split second however as reflex took over and whenever these occurrences happened the officer in question would just adjust their aim and take out the oddity with a well placed headshot.

Eventually the exchange halted and with results that would cause lesser men to keel over and vomit just at the description of it. The several dozen men that had led their charge: all dead on the ground. Some of them had made it rather close to the officers, just a few feet away in fact. While on the side of the officers half of them had been injured one way or another in the fight. With one of them even being unfortunately killed, but other than this they still retained a large portion of their fighting capability. Especially the highly trained and elite SWAT members, who simply reloaded their weapons and took aim once more while shaking off the feelings of dread for they were the ones who had the highest body count.

A solemn air took hold on the battlefield due to the massive loss of human life that had just occurred, even if the loss was mostly criminal scum. Though such reminisce was interrupted by two sets of heaving laughter, the two mafia bosses could not contain themselves.

One of them pointed at all the dead bodies on the ground, barely able to control their laughter for a moment, and said, "Look at those idiots, they actually charged when we told them to...AHHAHA, oh my all we did was give them a small 'gift' and look at what they did."

The second mafia boss desperately tried to rein in his own laughter so that he could reply and when he finally did he replied with, "I know right? Bunch of idiots, I cant believe that they thought themselves invincible with such a small amount of power AHAHAH. Ah, good riddance that they departed this world."

Even Zaira, who was holding her arms due to suddenly feeling extremely cold, could not help but click her tongue and interject, "Seriously this is the problem with commoners, they overestimate themselves and have such a puny understanding of scope and scale." When she said this, though, she suddenly felt as if the air around her had gotten even colder. Her attention was grasped away from the oddity in the next moment as the two mafia bosses signaled for their giant bodyguards to move forward.

These bodyguards each reached into the back of a nearby car and pulled out one small minigun looking weapon for the both of them. Slowly making their way towards the line of officers with such large weaponry, they took aim and started the rotation of the weapon.

Obviously not wanting to let the terrifying weapon in front of them have the luxury of preparation time, the officers opened fire once more.

The bodyguards acted as if they could not see the torrent of led heading their way which confused the officers for a moment, before they realized why this was so.

All the bullets from the officer's service pistols did nothing to these massive men, simply failing to penetrate and falling on the ground. Those who had more penetrating ammunition or higher caliber weapons, such as the SWAT, marvelled as they saw their bullets penetrate one after the other only to be pushed out of the wound and for the hole to close up mere moments later.

Using their experience from the last fight the officers adjusted their aim and shot at the head instead, but whenever a stream of bullets was set to hit the targets head seemed to turn into a series of after images and cause the projectiles to miss.

There was little time for the officers to gawk at the series of impossible feats, for the muzzles of the miniguns lighted up at that moment and spewed forth fiery hot death in the form of superheated ammunition going down range at subsonic speeds.

Sounding like a bout of hail that decided to pour down suddenly, the bullets tore through the police cars like swiss cheese. Several of the remaining officers were put down instantly, their bodies torn to shreds by the powerful weapons. The SWAT members desperately tried to get a proper shot off, but the bodyguards had their bloodshot eyes transfixed on them thus dodging every bullet they ever shot off.

"Mierda!" cursed Neto, quickly pulling a flare gun from his bandolier and shooting it into the sky.

The lone flare shone bright, even in the morning sun, and with it came salvation.

Three shots rang out, sounding like cannons overhead: High powered sniper rifles, a staple for any high risk operation. The precision of these weapons, and by extension their users, was some of the best of the technology that the police department had access to.

Even so the bodyguard that was aimed at managed to duck down and do the impossible: dodge the first bullet shot at him. Unfortunately for him there was more than just one, for the next two found their marks. His head was then imploded like a tomato, spraying brain matter and gore onto the ground around him as his brain matter rained down like seasoning on fries.

"Damn these peasants are a thorny bunch," muttered one of the mafia bosses as he reached into his coat and pulled out a metal cylinder.

Pressing a button on it and throwing it as hard as he could into the air, a blinding white light enveloped the entire construction zone. More importantly, however, was that it absolutely demolished the snipers who were looking through a high powered lense rendering them effectively blind for the foreseeable future.

A miscalculation was soon made apparent for everyone was indeed blinded. Everyone that could be blinded, that is.

It seemed to have slipped the mind of the mafia boss, or perhaps he never even put his enemy in his eye, that there were several officers who were wearing protective equipment which allowed them to not be blinded.

The SWAT members raised their automatic rifles, aiming as best as they could at the beasts that had murdered so many of their brethren. With slightly shaky fingers they pressed down hard on the trigger, spewing forth flames of vengeance onto the remaining bodyguard.

When the blinding light finally receded all that both sides saw were two massive bodies laying on the floor, one having their head slowly caved in from many small bullets and the other's head having just been exploded by high velocity rounds.

The two mafia bosses simmered in anger at having lost such valuable pawns, slamming their hands onto the nearest car and completely smashing the hoods inwards.

A noble voice rang out, full of regality and self respect, "Gentlemen what an unsightly showing. Even though you are but a branch family you still need to at least try to hold yourselves to a higher standard. Allow me to assist you, then be sure to clean up your mess at once else you will be replaced."