The Govan Showdown

As Sasha and Serge drove through the deserted streets, Sasha suddenly noticed the gauze on Serge's hand.

"What happened to your hand?" she asked, her brow furrowed with concern.

Serge brushed it off. "Nothing, just a minor cut."

Sasha's eyes narrowed. "The gauze doesn't look like it's for a minor cut."

Serge's expression turned guarded, and Sasha's worry deepened. She reached out and gently took his hand.

"I'm with you," she said softly. "If you need any help, I'll be there."

Serge's expression softened, but he still looked troubled. "I'm fine, just trust me." "If you were fine then why were your eyes widened in horror when you opened the door?" 

Serge remained quiet. 

As they took a turn, Sasha gazed out the window at the moonlit streets. "The Marry Hill streets are more deserted than usual."

Serge nodded. "It's late. Most people are asleep."

They arrived at the club at 2 AM. Karl was standing near his car at the gas station, which was near the club. He waved at them.

Serge's eyes narrowed."It's that former corrupt police officer."

Sasha's expression was calm. "Just drive and don't worry."

Serge raised an eyebrow. "How can I not worry? We're with a corrupt police officer."

Sasha's eyes flashed with determination. "You talked to me about Chief Rayner, remember? He's hiding something."

Serge's expression turned sceptical. "And what makes you think Karl Wilof is telling the truth?"

Sasha's jaw set. "It was Rayner's tone."

Serge sighed. "Let's say Karl Wilof is right, but if Rayner finds out, our licenses are suspended, and our careers are over."

Sasha reassured Serge, "Rayner will never find out."

Serge reluctantly nodded, seeming to accept Sasha's plan. "Just trust me," Sasha said, as she stepped out of the car.

After a few moments, Serge followed her lead, getting out of the car as well.

Sasha turned to Karl. "This is Serge Walter."

Karl and Serge shook hands, and Karl said, "Nice to meet you."

Serge nodded in response.

Karl's eyes scanned the area, and then he asked, "Where is the rest of the team?"

Sasha's expression was deadpan. "It's right in front of you."

Karl's face fell. "Are you goddamn serious? Are we three going to fight Bull?"

Sasha held up a hand, calming Karl down. "It was a late hour, Rayner would never have given me a team after our argument."

Karl threw up his hands. "Sasha, do you think we're going to defeat them with the power of friendship or something?"

Sasha's expression turned thoughtful. "There's still one hour left; we can figure things out, right, Serge?"

Serge's response was dry. "Maybe, or we die tonight."

The clock struck 3 AM, and Karl stepped out of his car, carrying a bag.

Bull was standing with his five bodyguards, leaning back against his car. The bodyguards were all armed 

Bull smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Greetings again, my friend. I wish you had stayed and enjoyed the night."

Karl's expression was grim. "Alas, I had work to do."

Bull's smile grew wider. "Anyway, which one do you want?" 

Karl replied, "The usual one."

Bull smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You haven't changed. You used to buy the same things eight years ago."

Bull said, "Once a c*nt, always a c*nt." 

As Karl was about to hand Bull the bag, Sasha put a brick on the accelerator of Serge's car and pushed the clutch. The car lurched forward, speeding towards Bull and his bodyguards.

Bull shouted, "Incoming!" as the car crashed into two of his bodyguards. The other three bodyguards quickly moved to protect Bull.

One guard flew and hit the outer walls of the club and passed out on the scene. The other one hit the ground, breaking his knee. He was holding his knee in agony, screaming in pain. 

Bull yelled, "Dummys, one go and protect Karl!"

The alert bodyguard, who had been watching Karl, started to move towards him to protect him.

Bull shouted, "Get up and protect me!" to the one who was holding his knee in pain.

Karl said, "It's the police." Bull replied, "That damn Rayner, he betrayed us. He will pay. He promised us protection."

Karl's eyes widened. 

Bull quickly regained his composure and ordered his remaining bodyguards to escort Karl and him into the club.

As they were being escorted, Serge rolled out from behind the wall and grabbed the gun of the bodyguard who was passed out and hid behind the crashed cars. He first shot the bodyguard who was holding his knee and then hid behind the crashed car.

Serge started shooting at the bodyguards, who returned fire. When they were distracted by Serge's gunfire, Sasha came from behind and shot one of the bodyguards in the chest. She then hid behind the wall.

One bodyguard was focused on Serge, while the other shifted his attention to Sasha. There was constant shooting, with bullets flying back and forth.

Serge tried to shoot again, but a bullet from one of the bodyguards grazed his hand, which was already wrapped in gauze. He cried out in pain and dropped his gun.

The bodyguard moved forward, his gun aimed at Serge, who was holding his injured hand. Serge closed his eyes, resigned to his fate. "This is how it ends," he whispered.

But instead of feeling the impact of a bullet, Serge heard a gunshot, followed by the sound of a body hitting the ground. He opened his eyes to see the bodyguard lying motionless, a bullet wound in his chest.

Serge's gaze shifted to Karl, who was standing over the bodyguard, a gun still clutched in his hand.

Bull's face twisted in rage. "You traitor!" he screamed, charging at Karl.

Karl swiftly reacted, hitting Bull in the gut with the handle of his gun. Bull doubled over, screaming in agony.

The other bodyguard, who had been distracted by Sasha, heard Bull's scream and turned towards him. Sasha seized the opportunity, taking aim and shooting the bodyguard in the ribs.

The bodyguard crumpled to the ground, joining his fallen comrades. The scene was now eerily quiet, except for Bull's laboured breathing. 

Blood was pooling on the ground, spreading out from the bodies of the guards. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and blood.

Serge slowly got to his feet, holding his injured hand throbbing in pain. He looked around at the carnage.