Banks crashed through the garage entrance, and dived to her right behind the wheel of a mud-splattered white van. Quickly, she surveyed the situation. No one could get behind her, as she was just ten feet next to the corner wall. Banks doubted anyone had the boldness for a frontal assault. She peered down the other end. The inside was at least forth foot in length, bigger than any she’d ever seen. Adjacent to her position, a large curtain blocked her view. The perps could be hiding anywhere, including the curtain though it was risky to barge through. There was too much space to blanket the entire room. But someone had to take charge. “Police have surrounded the entrance.” She yelled. “No one’s getting out alive unless they surrender!” Gunfire rained on the grimy van. Voices rose as a series of verbal insults hurled between unknown combatants. The men remained hidden. In seconds more bullets seared from end to end but thankfully away from her position. Banks heard a scream to her right. Someone took a slug in the adjacent corner. More smack slung between the adversaries. This time she made out the names. Richie and Joey. Of …show more content…
She felt the man lightly below twitch. Banks looked down. A light-bulb abruptly flashed inside her skull. There was evidence amiss. . . Where was the blood? And the pang pounded like a hammer. Instant realization struck her as the head from the man’s brown wavy hair twisted into view. Banks lurched back faster than a cobra preparing for a strike. She recognized the beauty mark above Styles right temple. Then reeled in closer. “You.” Banks spat in low murmured hiss. He raised his arm to point his weapon. A scream stopped him for a moment. But for Banks it didn’t. In a snap she brought down the butt of her gun against Style’s jaw. He let out a raspy moan as his head cracked into the cold