Fight

You reach for your mobile phone and call the emergency hot line. You say your name, your address and that someone is trying to brake into your home. You don’t listen to the usual crap about not putting your life in danger. You are a police officer. Burglars are your natural enemies. Quickly you grab your weapon, turn the light off and lay down at the couch so it looks like you felt asleep during the movie.

A moment later the door swings open and a group of armed men enters your apartment. Two go right towards you with guns drawn. One or more stay at the entrence. Now you are sure these guys are not here because of your TV or your money. They want you.

“Oh, look at this sleeping beauty,” one of the men whispers, “fuck, she has nice tits. They are perfect for my hands.”

In the Moment the first of these idiots puts his gun away you make your move. With full **** you kick the one with his gun still in his hands in the ribs. It takes him by surprise and he falls backwards against your wall. Then you jump up and hit the second one in the face. His nose brakes and he in knocked down. Still in pain the first burglar raises his weapon and aims at you. But you are faster and shoot him in the leg. He cries in pain and panic. His gun falls out of sigh.

Until now the fight went well for you, but the shot and the screams of the men alarmed the other burglars. There are three more and they have far better weapons. Real military **** rifles with small flashlights. They surround you quickly and you see no way to escape.

“Put your fucking gun down, bitch!” one of the armed men says aggressive.

You try to spot a hole in their defense but all you see is the bright light from the flashlights. Suddenly you notice the burglar next to you standing up and attacking you again. He reaches for your neck to **** you. But you skillfully ward off his hands and hit him with your pistol like a brass knuckle against the head. He goes down again and howls in pain. Sadly this gives one of the well armed men the opportunity to tackle you down. And the other two assist him by holding you tight.

Suddenly the light goes on. Now you can see your attackers clear. Two man and a woman in black bulletproof body armor hold you down with all their strength and full body wight. Another man is on the wall clutching his leg. He also has body armor, but not around the legs. And the man with the broken nose has only a bulletproof west. No helmet.

“Stupid cunt,” the burglar with the bloody nose growls and pulls a knife out, “oh, this is going to be fun.”

“Not for you,” another voice interrupts harsh.

The man who spoke comes closer. It’s the only one not armed. He is surprising young. Short brown hair, perfectly shaved face without scars and an expensive looking suit make him look more like a business men then a criminal. Not that there would be a huge difference.

“This dirty bitch shot me in the leg,” the injured burglar from the floor howls, “please boss, I need help.”

“The police needs around ten minutes to send a patrol car here,” the man in the suit says cold, “they normally have first aid equipment to stop the bleeding. Then they will carry you to a hospital there a doctor will remove the bullet and make your wound disappear before the first day of your trial.”

“What?” the injured burglar asks shocked, “you … you will let me behind?”

“What did you expect me to do?” the man in the suit answers, “I paid you for a quick and silent operation but instead I got a firefight and your blood is all around the crime scene. Neighbors already called the police I assume. Your blood will lead them to you if you try to flee. And then your whole team will likely be discovered. I prefer to loose one amateur instead of a whole team. But it’s rude to talk about this in front of our host. We still haven’t introduced ourselves to each other. My name is Jason Rock, you can call me King Rock.”

“Nice to meet you,” you say, “now fuck off or your girlfriends here will loose their fingers!”

“Not a problem,” King Rock says smiling, “I like strong woman. Every day I wish for a strong woman in my bed who can endure some of my games or even take the lead. But most of my whores are submissive little bitches who just beg me to not hurt them. Pathetic.”

“You can do them a favor by challenging me face to face,” you say and struggle against the henchman’s grip, “or are you afraid you could brake a nail?”

“As much as I enjoy your fearless tongue, you should learn to understand the situation,” King Rock says calm, “we are six and you are alone. Even without poor Henry on the floor, you are outnumbered. And I’m not here to kill or **** you. At least not this time. I’m here to talk business. Guys, bring her to the kitchen!”