Monkey Boy's Playground

Pulling out a knife from his pocket and grabbing the man’s junk firmly in hand, “I’ll start cutting off things you don’t need to live.”

The man quickly answers, “Old church outside of Bakers, that’s all I know.”

“Thanks bro.” He lets go of the man and walks casually to his truck to depart for his next destination.

After some searching about Baker, Andrew locates the church that he was pointed to. The church is small, and can hold about 100 people. It has classic white siding, small bell tower over the front entrance. Over the entry way is a cross, there are two red doors to accommodate the flow of people that would come and go at the same time. A wide gravel path leads to the church from the road. Surrounding the church property is a four foot stone wall with a six foot high, classic, black iron fence on top on the stone. Thick woods surround the church and the land across the street. Parked along the path and about the front lawn of the church are four cars and an SUV. Posted about the church are look-outs; at the front are two men armed with hunting rifles; one with a 12 gauge shotgun, another with a 5.56mm M16 style rifle.

Expecting trouble, Andrew parks his trunk up the road from the church. He exits his truck pre loaded with his M4, pistol, two magazines for each weapon, two each of smoke and flash bang grenades, C4 explosives and a simple door knob breaching charge for use if needed to enter the church itself; and wearing his body armor. He makes his way, unseen, up the road under, cover of the woods. He finds cover across from the church and surveys his options.

Yelling to the men guarding the front, “Put the toys down boys and walk away, I’m here for one man; I will not harm you if you walk away.”

The rifleman looking around, “Not before we kill you. Lord Sypher has promised us glory if we take your head.”

“Your funeral then.” He tosses a smoke grenade to give himself enough cover to make it to the wall. As soon as the grenade detonates, the men guarding the front open fire on the woods. After the smoke has filled his path, Andrew bolts for the wall, getting clipped on his left shirt sleeve by stray pellets from the shot gunner; brand new shirt too. He makes it to the wall and ducks for cover. He hears yelling, and two more rifles open fire through the smoke. The other two men join from the rear guard; one more shot gunner and an Uzi soldier.

As the smoke starts to clear, Andrew can see where the men are, the shot gunners are hidden behind cars, the rifleman behind the SUV, and Uzi soldier is in the open, and firing in a spray and pray pattern. Andrew pops over the wall and puts two rounds, center mass, dropping the man hard. He quickly drops back to cover. “Last chance assholes!”

Rushing from the cover of one of the vehicles and firing along the wall, “Die in the fires of Hell you heathen bastard!”

Now that the man is in the open, Andrew pops up from his cover and puts two rounds, center mas; second gunner down.

The other shot gunner throws his gun down and starts to run for the woods; as he does the rifleman takes aim and shoots him in the back. “Goddamn converts! You think you can get past me asshole, I’m ex military?”

“Thought so, you still got that trigger finger. Look, I’m only getting paid to bring in Sypher; you can still just walk away.”

“Not happening, but tell you what, I’ll toss my rifle, and we can settle this like real men.”

Peaking from the wall, “Sounds fun but I’ll pass, I don’t have my gloves, and I don’t care for bloody knuckles.”

The rifleman, using the down time in the fight has managed to navigate to a closer position behind the SUV and directly in front of Andrew’s position; only 15 yards separate them. “You think you’re a sure shot with that rifle?”

“Look at the bodies.” Weighing the options, Andrew rolls his last smoke grenade under the SUV, as soon as the smoke has half filled the area the rifleman opens fire, Andrew vaults over the wall and rushes around the back of the vehicle, as soon as he turns around the vehicle, he is met by the rifleman in mid turn of taking aim at him. Andrew jumps and delivers a massive hard, boot to the man’s face, knocking him on the ground and forcing him to drop his rifle. The man pulls a combat knife from his belt and swings at Andrew. Using the M4 to block the blade, Andrew delivers another boot to the rifleman’s face, this time knocking him unconscious.

Taking cover behind a car that’s no more than seven yards from the entrance to the church, Andrew evaluates his option for entry. He carefully makes his way to door. He pulls out one of his breaching charges and places it over the handles; he then takes cover behind the car again. Before detonating the charge, he tosses his two flash bangs through the front windows. As soon as all three detonate, Andrew slings his rifle over his shoulder and pulls his pistol. He busts down the door and is very nearly shot in his right arm as a shot gunner, fires in a still dazed state from the church altar. Seeing the gunner is in body armor, Andrew fires one round, center mass. The man falls backwards off his feet and slams his head on the altar, and is unconscious when he hits the floor.

Sypher blind fires an Uzi, from behind the front, right pew of the church. Andrew drops to his back, but not before catching one round in the left side of his armor. Seeing where Sypher is taking cover, Andrew squats behind the back pews, holstering his pistol and grabbing his rifle he waits for Sypher to pop again. As soon as he sees the Uzi pop over the pew he quickly takes aim and snipes the weapon out of Sypher’s hand. Andrew, slings his rifle, pulls his pistol and rushes to the front of the church. He lays eyes on Sypher as he is grabbing the Uzi from the floor; Andrew fires one round into Sypher’s right shoulder. Rushing him, Andrew kicks Sypher over on his back, and plants his foot firmly on his wounded shoulder.

With his pistol aimed at Sypher’s head, “It’s over!”

“Long time no see Mr. Smith.”

“Thank you for what you’ve done. Not just for me, but for all the families that this Sypher has affected. They will never know what you’ve done; but I will never forget.”

“You’re very welcome Mr. Smith.”

Handing a black briefcase from the picnic table, “This is the rest of your fee Hunter.”

“Sweet, new sound system for my truck,” as juvenile as he can.

Laughing, “Where will you go now?”

Stumped and taking a few seconds to think, “Home.”

As Andrew opens the door to Rachel’s apartment and walking in; he finds the girls on the couch, and Rachel working at the stove. As soon as they realize who is standing before them, they jump from their places and rush to him. The girls hug tightly to his legs while Rachel hugs him tightly around his shoulders and kisses him passionately.

Chuckling, “Hey girls, I’m home.”