“On it,” Jafar acknowledged.
Quinn and Clint Jr. joined Jean. Lynn and Clint ran toward them from the front to take Johnny and Cala’s place. Quinn smashed the access door leading down with one kick, slipping to the side in anticipation of weapons’ fire. His three companions fired bursts down into the underground facility for a moment.
“Damn it!” Jean hesitated for a moment. “We can’t throw stuff down that hole without taking a chance of blowing ourselves to kingdom come. Do you think there’s anything worthwhile down there?”
“Only one way to find out,” Lynn said. “We fire a coordinated burst. Then Kong drops down with Cutthroat backing the play.”
Jean reached out to smack Quinn on the back of his head. “You two warts fire the moment you hit the landing. Hear me?”
Quinn grinned. “Wow, I’m glad you came, Sis. Cutthroat and I would never have guessed we should fire when we hit the landing.”
Muffled laughter sounded uneasily in their ears from the networked assault group. Jean nodded. “Good one. Fire in the hole!”
Jean, Clint, and Lynn took turns firing bursts down into the void below. Clint gestured him down and Quinn dropped down the staircase barely touching a step with Clint Jr. right behind him. He hit the landing hard, swinging toward the interior, firing as he turned. Quinn’s burst riddled the unwary man readying to fire upwards again. Clint Jr. joined Quinn to concentrate their bursts at moving and firing targets.
“Landing clear! Bad guys here!”
Quinn’s words brought Clint, Lynn, and Jean individually with cover fire to the landing and outwards to join Quinn and Clint Jr. They held position. Each enemy who popped up to fire absorbed a .45 caliber hollow point slug through his head as Clint switched to the weapon least likely to explode anything hidden in the underground facility. So deadly was Clint’s fire, the last one hiding raised his hands shouting he was surrendering. Lynn clutched her husband’s hand before he could execute the last one.
“Don’t break my toy. He can help.”
Clint smiled and nodded at his wife, the premier interrogator of all time. Quinn and Clint Jr. had already secured the prisoner by then.
Lynn took off her helmet, sniffing distastefully at the cordite in the air. “Okay, porky, let’s get this over with. Take us on a tour of the armory. Miss something and you get one of these.”
Lynn jammed her stun-gun against the man’s groin, his scream echoing while he landed hard on the floor. Lynn bent down to pat his face. “Ah… so sweet… you think that hurt. You ain’t seen nothing yet, sweetie. Do you understand the rules of the game or would you like another demonstration?”
Still clutching his groin in the fetal position, the prisoner nodded his head in violent affirmative acknowledgement until he could speak. “I…I will show you anything… anything you want to see!”
“That’s my good little helper. Get him on his feet, boys. Let’s get the tour over with before we make this town into a crater.”
With Gatling guns blazing, Jafar’s voice sounded over the com unit. “Taking fire. They are regrouping, Crue.”
“Wait one.” Lynn turned with a triggered arc of blue to get her prisoner’s attention. “I’ll only ask this once. Do you have any women and children here? If you lie to me I’ll cut your dick off and choke you with it.”
“No! They are held near here in case of an inspection! Please… it is the truth.”
Lynn smiled. “Thank you, my little helper. Turn up the music, Achmed. Laredo?”
“Here Crue.”
“Once the UH-60’s are clear, lay waste to everything until there’s nothing but smoke and flame left.”
“Understood. You copy, Dark Lord.”
“Understood. Holding position after Cleaner drop off. T speeding for med help.”
“Understood,” Jafar acknowledged. “Clear of area now.”
“Plug your ears, kids. Ghostrider raining death and destruction.”
With ‘Ride of the Valkyries’ blasting, Laredo’s AC-130J Gunship made passes of which nothing survived on the surface. The UH-60M’s killed everything trying to escape the apocalyptic gunship fire. Nick and Rachel retreated with the M2 machine gun and sniper rifle, watching as Laredo and Gus literally erased everything from existence around the mosque. Rachel kept moving toward the extraction point. Nick stopped, setting up again for cover fire.
“Hold on, Trashy. We have work yet to do. I could use wind, heat, and fire readings.”
“What the hell do you think is going to be down there, Muerto?” Rachel began spotting again, letting Nick know the alterations in wind current, temperature flux, and wind direction at varying distance ranges.
“You’ll see, my love.”