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âWhereâs this going, Raff?â Chloe asked. Paul didnât like the fact that Raff was giving away so much information about what he did and didnât know. Chloeâd told Paul time and again that you never reveal what you know unless you have to. Paul was wondering if their brilliant plan was really all that brilliant.
âIâm getting there,â said Raff. âPatience. As I was saying, we couldnât check up on who rented out this storage facility. But we could check up on your family.â Paulâs heart started to thump heavily in his chest. âAnd it took some doing, but we found the cousin whoâs not really a cousin. Francesca Kohl, right?â
Paul stared at him dumbly, kicking himself for mentioning his cousin in the first place. But he knew enough not to nod or acknowledge Raffâs statement. Deny, deny, deny. âDoesnât ring any bells,â said Paul, keeping most of the anxiety out of his voice.
Raff kept on as if he hadnât heard Paul. âAnd lo and behold, the credit card records for Ms. Kohl do indeed show a monthly rental charge for a storage locker facility in the Bay Area. Just not this one.â He paused to let this sink in and then turned to Chloe. âSee babe, this is what you get when you work with talented amateurs. Moments of brilliance intertwined with dumb fucking mistakes.â He looked again towards Filo. âHowâs it coming over there?â
âReady when you are!â Filo shouted back.
Paul glanced at Chloe. She caught his eye and ever so slightly nodded to her right. Paul looked over at the fourth figure hiding in the shadows. He wondered who the hell that was, but decided it didnât make much difference at this point.
âGo ahead!â Raff called to Filo.
Silence for a moment. Paul held his breath in anticipation. Chloe tensed her muscles. Raff watched with a serene smile, like some malevolent, skinny Buddha.
A loud, sharp pop came from the open car trunk, followed by a powerful hissing noise. âFuck!â Filo shouted, and they all looked over to see a billowing cloud of green smoke pouring out of the car trunk. Filo came stumbling around to the front of the car, his face concealed by a gas mask. He had a tire iron in his hand.
âHow âbout that!â shouted Raff, whooping in delight. âI was right. I told you it would be gas, not a flash bomb!â
Filo regained his footing as he came to a stop next to Kurt, whoâd stood motionless throughout the entire proceedings, watching everything unfold with a curious, intense look. Filo tore the gasmask from his head and said, âYeah, yeah, you were right.â
Paul and Chloe looked surprised and scared. When the gas bomb went off heâd grabbed her hand and he still hadnât let go. Together they took a step backwards towards the storage lockerâs dark opening.
Raff followed them forward, his hand digging into his coat pocket for something. âOk kids, play timeâs over. Weâve had the fireworks show. Now letâs get down to business.â
âOk,â said Chloe between clenched teeth. âWhat do you want?â
In one smooth motion Raff pulled his hand from his coat and whipped it up and then down. With a metallic snap the collapsible metal baton telescoped to its full length. He pointed it menacingly at Paul. âHis fucking money!â
âNo,â said Paul, his voice much calmer than his heart. âNot gonna happen.â
âOh itâs gonna happen,â said Raff. Behind him Filo stepped forward, his tire iron en garde and ready for action. Kurt also came towards them, although his hands remained in his pockets. The shadowy figure to their right remained where he was. âOne way or another. You can take us there now, which is your best option. Or you can wait for us to beat it out of you, which would suck for you. Or you can let us beat you to a fucking pulp and weâll just find the locker and get in on our own. Weâre pretty experienced at that kind of thing, in case you hadnât heard.â
Paul held his hands up in a gesture of surrender. âOk, Ok. Youâve made your point. I know whatâs best for me.â
Raff didnât stop moving towards him, but he did say, âGreat, just let me tie you up and weâll go to the locker.â
âNo, no, you misunderstood. Iâve decided to go with option number three. Come and get me, Fuckwad!â Paul shouted angrily.
He yanked on Chloeâs arm and the two of them turned and ran into the dark storage locker, dodging behind a stack of boxes and out of sight.
CHAPTER 34
Peering out from inside the dark locker, Paul watched as Raff turned to Kurt. âNow do you believe me?â he asked. Kurt looked troubled by what heâd seen. Finally he nodded in agreement and pulled his hand out of his pocket. He held an extendable baton that was a twin to the one Raff wielded. He snapped it to its fighting length and joined Raff and Filo as they advanced towards the dark opening.
âWhatcha doing Chloe?â Raff called from a few feet outside the locker entrance. âIâm sure you figured out that thatâs a dead end.â
There was no reply, except a shuffling of feet and boxes towards the storage lockerâs rear. Raff motioned with his head to his two companions and then glanced to his left at the shadow draped figure that heâd come with. Then the three of them stepped into the darkness, weapons ready.
From inside the locker, two pairs of dark arms swung baseball bats out from the shadowy corners to either side of the doorway, arcing out from the darkness and slamming into the intruders. Filo took a blow straight to his forehead that knocked him back off his feet. Raff managed to twist away at the last moment, the bat glancing off his shoulder. Before he could react further two more black-clad figures exploded from the pile of boxes in front of him, wooden bats raised and ready for action.
âWhat the fuck!â shouted Raff, tumbling backwards out of the doorway and into the alleyway. Kurt turned and ran as well, the mystery attackers hot on his heels.
As the fight poured out into the slightly brighter exterior, Raff must have been surprised when he realized that none of the attackers were Chloe or Paul. One of the four was clearly a woman, but she was much stockier and a little taller than Chloe. All four bat wielding ambushers wore dark pants and dark sweatshirts in various shades of navy and black. All had dark bandannas around their faces that covered everything below the eyes and dark ski-caps that covered everything above them. They looked not so much like uniformed soldiers as a quartet of people whoâd been told to dress alike for the occasion.
Raff had only a moment to take this in as the group charged forward. Kurt, who was always quick, was sprinting for the car. One pursuer stopped and set his feet before expertly throwing his bat at Kurtâs retreating back. The spinning wooden shaft tangled up in Kurtâs pumping legs, bringing him down hard on the asphalt. The masked man raced forward and jumped on Kurtâs back before he could get up.
The other three ignored Filo, who was out cold, and fanned out to surround Raff. He held his baton up in a defensive pose, trying to keep all three of them to his front. It was a losing proposition. The attackers knew each other well, and fought with frightening coordination. Once they had him flanked, some unseen and unheard signal passed between them. They all charged at once, bats swinging.
Raff jumped back and then dodged wildly to his left, moving inside his attackerâs swing before the bat could connect. He dropped his own weapon and grabbed his attacker by the shoulders. He twisted hard with his hips, and the two of them went down to the ground in a heap. Raff landed on top, and his attacker hit the ground hard, his head snapping back and impacting the blacktop with an audible crunch.
Raff screamed in pain. One of the other bats had finally connected, hitting his left arm hard. He rolled off the man heâd thrown and onto his back, covering his face just in time to receive another bludgeoning blow on his forearm.
The two standing attackers loomed over him now, bats raised. Paul, emerging from his hiding place, gave Raff three, maybe four seconds before he was bloody pulp on the asphalt. Raff managed to deflect a second blow with his already damaged forearm. Now it was broken for sure. He cried out mindlessly in utter agony.
Out of the darkness came three rapid roars; a gun being fired from nearby. One of the attackers crumpled to his knees. The other dove forward and out of the line of fire. She acted as if sheâd encountered gunfire before and knew to get clear as fast as possible.
Raff seemed only dimly aware of the sudden change in his fortune as he writhed on the ground in pain. Then the shooter was at his side, helping Raff to his feet.
CHAPTER 35
Paul and Chloe peered out from the storage locker as the fight unfolded before them. A malicious grin covered Paulâs face as he watched Raff and his thugs yelp in horror as Winstonâs heavies ambushed them.
After they received Raffâs summons over IRC, theyâd needed to act fast. It had been Paulâs idea to call in Winston. He knew they needed help. In fact, they needed muscle, and Paul figured that since Winston was a former Weatherman, he must know how to swing a bat. Chloe had resisted, arguing that heâd never help and that besides it wasnât that easy to contact him and furthermore, they could handle this themselves. Paul knew the truth though â she didnât want to appear weak in front of her mentor. She didnât want him to know sheâd lost control of her crew.
Eventually logic prevailed over pride, and sheâd made the call. They had to assume Raff had the safe house phone covered, along with their cell phones, so they waited for their next-door neighbor in the mountains leave. Chloe broke into his house and used his phone to contact Winston. As Paul had suspected, Winston was eager to help his favorite apprentice.
She and Winston had worked out the basics of a very simple plan â Winston already had a storage locker they could use where he and his crew could set up the booby trapped bag and the ambush. The key would be taped to door, out of sight, all Paul had to do was palm it when he entered the code and then pretend to take it out of his pocket. Chloe and Paul would lead Raff and whomever he was working with into the trap. Then, voila, theyâd ambush him and take care of the whole problem.
And so far everything seemed to be working out just as planned. They watched as Filo fell to the first swing and Winston and his crew rushed out of the locker and ran Raff and Kurt down.
Chloe and Paul, whoâd run to the back of the locker in order to lure Raff inside, then made their way back to the doorway. Chloeâs stun gun was in her hand and Paul had grabbed a baseball bat of his own that Winston
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