personnel burst through the front and rear doors.
His followers got down on the ground, like it was a stick-up but Lucifer just glared at the hostile men and women in uniform defiantly.
They kept their distance, fanning out along the walls, and then a stocky middle aged man walked in. That was the leader. That was the man to contend with.
He looked around, as though expecting an ambush from every side, and when none came, he strode forward with renewed confidence.
The man smiled a cruel, sadistic type of smile and then he said, "Remember me, don't you? You didn't think I'd ever find you, did you? Well here I am, and it's time for you to pay for what you've done you piece of shit."
Lucifer raised his eyebrows and said in a measured tone, "I don't believe we've met. My name is Luke and this is my church. I consider this trespassing and I'll thank you to take your men and leave here at once before I'm forced to call the authorities."
"Fuck you Jack. I know who you are. I know where you live. I have men going for the bitch and the boy as we speak."
Lucifer realized for the first time that Jack's past had caught up with him. These men were from the facility Jack had escaped from.
These men would try to kill him, that was certain just from the murderous look the stocky man gave him.
"Who are you sir?"
"I'm General David Marks, as you well know, and I'm here to provide some military justice. Make your peace with your maker you fake assed preacher because you're about to pay for what you've done."
Uninvited Guests
Melanie heard the shots and rushed to the window. One of Luke's followers was on the ground and he wasn't moving. She heard another report from the opposite direction. Whoever was coming had no doubt just taken out the second lookout.
She ran to Jessie's room and tugged him out of bed by the arm.
She led him to the basement door and said, "It's happening right now buddy. We've gone through this. Everything's going to be ok. You get in the crawl space and after enough time has gone by and the coast i s clear, you take off running. Wave down a car and go right to the police."
She wasn't sure the police would be able to protect him from military justice but it was worth a shot. She could only assume these armed men would go after Luke next and with her and Luke out of the picture, Jessie had no one to go to. It was his only option , albeit a crappy one.
But she had some guns under the bed that might open up some more possibilities.
She closed the door behind the child. There wasn't a hint of fright to his features. If only she could be half as brave, she'd get through this.
She ran for the stairs and took them two at a time, just as the front door was smashed inwards and a male voice yelled, "Everyone get on the fucking ground."
Now she regretted not keeping the guns more accessible, but what could she do? She had an eleven year old boy in the house and boys love guns.
She pulled the small briefcase sized case out, fiddled with the three digit combination, flipped it open and ran a clip home in each of the twin pistols. The act of loading her weapons brought back old memories.
She was a good shot and she was calm under pressure. These bastards might kill her, but they'd have a big fucking fight on their hands. She was no wallflower. Just because she played Suzy homemaker didn't mean she couldn't perforate a jerk.
She ran from the bedroom and took up position at the top of the stairs. She trained her gun on a spot on the floor below. Anything that made it into that vicinity was getting shot.
Fucked
General Marks smirked. He moved further into the church to better see Luke's (his new alias) expression. He had the man dead to rights, and he wanted to see him squirm, up close and personal.
But despite the fact that he was facing imminent doom, he had a serene, almost pleased look on his face.
That just made the General irate.
The General stopped ten feet before the little stage his nemesis was
His followers got down on the ground, like it was a stick-up but Lucifer just glared at the hostile men and women in uniform defiantly.
They kept their distance, fanning out along the walls, and then a stocky middle aged man walked in. That was the leader. That was the man to contend with.
He looked around, as though expecting an ambush from every side, and when none came, he strode forward with renewed confidence.
The man smiled a cruel, sadistic type of smile and then he said, "Remember me, don't you? You didn't think I'd ever find you, did you? Well here I am, and it's time for you to pay for what you've done you piece of shit."
Lucifer raised his eyebrows and said in a measured tone, "I don't believe we've met. My name is Luke and this is my church. I consider this trespassing and I'll thank you to take your men and leave here at once before I'm forced to call the authorities."
"Fuck you Jack. I know who you are. I know where you live. I have men going for the bitch and the boy as we speak."
Lucifer realized for the first time that Jack's past had caught up with him. These men were from the facility Jack had escaped from.
These men would try to kill him, that was certain just from the murderous look the stocky man gave him.
"Who are you sir?"
"I'm General David Marks, as you well know, and I'm here to provide some military justice. Make your peace with your maker you fake assed preacher because you're about to pay for what you've done."
Uninvited Guests
Melanie heard the shots and rushed to the window. One of Luke's followers was on the ground and he wasn't moving. She heard another report from the opposite direction. Whoever was coming had no doubt just taken out the second lookout.
She ran to Jessie's room and tugged him out of bed by the arm.
She led him to the basement door and said, "It's happening right now buddy. We've gone through this. Everything's going to be ok. You get in the crawl space and after enough time has gone by and the coast i s clear, you take off running. Wave down a car and go right to the police."
She wasn't sure the police would be able to protect him from military justice but it was worth a shot. She could only assume these armed men would go after Luke next and with her and Luke out of the picture, Jessie had no one to go to. It was his only option , albeit a crappy one.
But she had some guns under the bed that might open up some more possibilities.
She closed the door behind the child. There wasn't a hint of fright to his features. If only she could be half as brave, she'd get through this.
She ran for the stairs and took them two at a time, just as the front door was smashed inwards and a male voice yelled, "Everyone get on the fucking ground."
Now she regretted not keeping the guns more accessible, but what could she do? She had an eleven year old boy in the house and boys love guns.
She pulled the small briefcase sized case out, fiddled with the three digit combination, flipped it open and ran a clip home in each of the twin pistols. The act of loading her weapons brought back old memories.
She was a good shot and she was calm under pressure. These bastards might kill her, but they'd have a big fucking fight on their hands. She was no wallflower. Just because she played Suzy homemaker didn't mean she couldn't perforate a jerk.
She ran from the bedroom and took up position at the top of the stairs. She trained her gun on a spot on the floor below. Anything that made it into that vicinity was getting shot.
Fucked
General Marks smirked. He moved further into the church to better see Luke's (his new alias) expression. He had the man dead to rights, and he wanted to see him squirm, up close and personal.
But despite the fact that he was facing imminent doom, he had a serene, almost pleased look on his face.
That just made the General irate.
The General stopped ten feet before the little stage his nemesis was
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