The Case - Chapter Three

Chapter Three:

Chris shut the door almost as quickly as he opened it. They both heard the front door burst open, and they were in the kitchen. Bullets flew everywhere, ricocheting all over the place.

"Uhm ... open the drawers", Chris stammered, while crouching.

"We're in a freaking kitchen, be damn specific!", Jake yelled.

"The one near the dish washer, I keep two tranq guns there".

"Why the hell do you keep guns where you cook", Jake said, while handing him one.

"Just shut up and let's go"

They had to think and act fast. No one likes to die on a date night. They found their way out of the kitchen, and crept to the living room. Two thugs stood there looking around. One was coming their way.

"I aim for this one, you aim for the vulture looking freak"

"They both look ugly"

"Just do it", Chris said.

Chris aimed at the neck of his guy and shot him, sending him down to sleep immediately.

The other one, being alerted, yelled for back up, but Jake knocked him out too.

"Remind me why we're not using real guns again?", Jake asked.

"Because I don't want to get blood on my walls, paint jobs are expensive these days"

"You're sick, let's go through the basement, we can burst outta here"

They walked side by side, aiming at anything they saw. They made it to the basement, and burst through to the backyard. Chris had an open roof Bugatti Veyron waiting for them.

Coming from a rich background had its advantages.

"Hey! ...I found them!", A voice yelled.

Jake shot on instinct, and the dart landed on the thug's arm, sending him to snoozeville.

"Let's get outta here!", Chris yelled.

They bolted to the car amidst bullets coming from different angles of the house. Chris slid across the bonnet, and jumped into the drivers seat. Jake got in the car.

"Step on it Mehn!", Jake yelled.

Chris fumbled with the keys, put it in the ignition and the engine roared to life. They sped off in a quick frenzy.

Jake looked back through the open roof and saw bikes on their tails. The gang was in hot pursuit.

"Don't these guys ever quit?", cried Jake.

"We're gonna have to lose them, their ruining my baby"

Chris drove like a mad man through the streets, dodging cars left, right and center. The thugs aimed their side mirrors, and took them out with their guns. Now they couldn't see unless someone looked back.

"Oh common!"

"That's it! Now it's personal" Chris said angry. Jake pointed out that there were six bikers. He drove through the streets and at the last second made a quick drift sending two bikers on their tail into a coffee shop.

"That's what you get for ruining my car!"

Bullets interrupted the little victory. But Chris knew the city like the back of his hand, and he cut through corners at the last second confusing the gang. Jake looked back and saw there were only two left firing at them.

"We're gonna do something crazy Jake, how good is your aim"

"As good as your cooking, we're gonna die!"

"Shut up, In ten seconds I'm gonna hit the brakes, i want you to take the tranq guns and aim it at these two apes as they zoom past us, can you do that?"

"It's been nice knowing you, hombre" Jake said with tears in his eyes.

"Quit whining"

The bikers were gaining on them. They were almost overtaking them.

"Seven seconds", Jake counted.

Chris sped up to gain more distance, while Jake took the guns and muttered prayers.

"Three, Two, One... NOW!!"

Chris hit the breaks, and Jake stood - simultaneously spreading his arms armed with tranq guns on each side. The bikers sped forward. Jake fired catching both at the neck and they fell off their bikes.

"Boom shakalaka!", Jake shouted, raising his hands in victory.

"We're going to my brother's place. We can't stay at any of our houses, they will find us", Chris said, making a U-turn that almost sent Jake flying out of the car.

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"...You mean all that happened this night?", Peter said, wiping his eyes and yawning.

Peter was Chris' older brother. They had never really gotten along after they each got their own share of the inheritance. Their parents were still alive. But there was plenty of money to go around.

"Yeah, and worst of all, we missed our date with Jasmine and Susan!", Jake said.

Chris slapped him so hard he stumbled over. Peter looked on. He was used to their stupidity each time he visited. He still loved Chris even though he didn't show it.

"Don't you think my life will be in danger if you guys stay here?", Pete asked, concerned.

"Common Mehn help a brother out. .. literally", Chris said.

"Alright you two can stay in the guest room, be sure to find a place before long. I hate a full house"

"This is a mansion, and we're just three in here", Jake said. Peter walked back to his room, and went straight to bed.

The boys went to the station to explain to the D.A. what happened. Officer Raymond anxiously met them and asked what happened last night.

"How did you know something happened last night? Only the D.A. knows about this", Jake said suspiciously.

" I was talking about the date" Raymond said defensively. They shrugged and apologized, Jake was still skeptical, and looked on as Raymond went back to his duties.

They met the girls who gave them slaps in turn, each one giving her man. They explained, but the story looked too fake. Especially the part of Jake taking out the bikers.

"Let's go back to your brother's, I'm kinda still shaken", Jake said.

“Pfft, Free loader", Chris replied, eyeing him.

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"Hey Peter we're back, what's for lunch", Chris yelled, as they stepped in. He flung his keys and collapsed on the couch. Strangely the home theater was on, and on the highest. So was the TV.

Jake stood frozen looking at the dining room.

"What are you looking at?", Chris asked, standing up. He stood transfixed at what he saw.

His brother was tied to a chair with blood on his face. Chris ran and checked for a pulse. Peter was dead.

Tears rolled down his face as he looked at the neck of his brother.

"His... his neck is broken", he stuttered out.

Jake found a note lying on the table.

"THE PRETTY LADIES ARE NEXT", the note read. Chris was screaming and cursing. His huge frame hovering over the whole place. Jake heard something.

"Do you hear that?"

"Just shut up", Chris said angrily.

Jake walked and shut the home theater and the power down, so everywhere would be quiet. The beeping noise became louder. Jake looked under the table. A bomb stared back at him - showing a large, red lettered timer with thirty seconds.

"Chris!! We gotta move now!!", Jake shouted.

"He warned me they'd come for him", Chris said, sobbing.

"Twenty seconds Mehn!!"

Jake dragged him out, Chris was resisting.

"Let's go Chris!! Common!", Jake yelled.

He carried him out of the house, they ran out trying to reach a safe distance.

The bomb exploded.

TO BE CONTINUED
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Hey guys, thanks for all the support... stay tuned and I'd appreciate comments on what you think will happen next tho ... l'm gonna release next week ... keep reading.

God bless you!
(The Case - By Edward Onuoha)