“Don’t move around, or it’ll hit you in the ass,” Billy Rae said.
“Billy Rae, I’m scared. This was supposed to be an easy mark. Knock off the pusher at the lab, take his stash and his roll. How’d it get this bad?”
“Stop talking, Earl. It’s 4:15.20. In four minutes and 40 seconds the cavalry will come and extricate us from our position. I own a cop and I gave him the info on this big drug deal. I set the time. He gets the takedown; we get the money.”
Earl peeked over the steel drums and fired off a couple more rounds in the direction of the warehouse entrance. Another dozen rounds peppering the front of the drum answered his shots.
“God dammit, Earl, now they know exactly where we are.” Additional volleys over the top of the drums made them hunch down out of sight. “We are seriously out gunned at this point.”
“We’re gonna die, Billy Rae.”
“Shut up Earl. No one’s dying today.” Billy Rae looked at his watch. “We need to hang on for four more minutes. They’re reloading, I’ll pop off a couple rounds at them.”
He lifted his head over the drums, but a wall of automatic weapon fire drove him back. “Shit, they’re approaching under suppressive fire cover. We may not have four minutes.”
“I’m gonna die.”
“Not today, little brother, not today.”
The weapons were quiet for thirty seconds.
The suppressive fire resumed, and the gunmen marched forward. When they put new magazines in again, they had covered half the distance across the warehouse floor.
“Stay down, Earl. Less than one minute. I think I hear sirens coming. Right on schedule.”
As flashing blue lights bounced around the warehouse, the wall of gunmen went to a knee and trained their weapons forward.”
The voice from the bullhorn was clear. “This is Sergeant McDowell of the Police. You have thirty seconds to throw out your weapons and come out with your hands raised.”
The color drained from Billy Rae’s face.
“We’re okay now, right Billy Rae? The cop you own is here, right? He’ll fix this, right? What do we do now?”
“Earl, I don’t know who this McDowell cop is.”