TIME OF THE ROOK: TALES OF THE ROOK BOOK ONE

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CHAPTER 22; FINEST HOUR PART THREE

“.…. Don Drake?”

“Talk to me…..”

“.…. Your ears only boss…..”

Thin and wiry, Drake’s eyes and ears; a man named Squeals, whispered into his bosses right ear.

“.…. What? That is unacceptable…..”

“What are your orders Godfather?”

“Contact Styx and his crew….. I’ve got a job for them…..”

“Yes Don Drake…..”

“.…. Oh, and Squeals?”

“Yes Godfather?”

“Have your contact at the Treasury Department terminated, and replaced……..This is information, I should have known of sooner…..”

“You got it Godfather…..”

’.…. Numbers? How are we looking?”

“.……. Between Mickey Dolor, the other bosses, and the feds; we have lost about twelve hands, and about three units….. Dolor, and his unified front; they have lost about ten and twelve of their boys from west to east….. We have procured: five units. Two of them though, they are damaged well beyond repair….. We have managed to salvage about two dozen semi- automatic weapons…..”

“.…. Our losses, they are minimal….. Good..... Time for us to push harder….. Reinforce our squads….. Don’t give Dolor and the other bosses a chance to rebuild theirs…..”

“Yes Don Drake…..”


REEVE’S UPTOWN RESIDENCE

SAFEHOUSE

.…. Printing plates? Where are they now?”

Minerva, her brother at her side; handed the series of three plates to The Rook.

“.…. Yeah, they look like the genuine article to me…..”

“That’s not good Rook………...” Boots explained. “If Drake finds out about those plates, they’ll be hunted down…..”

“You’re right Boots….. How many guys from the force can you call on?”

“.…. About six to eight….. If necessity arises…..”

“Call them Boots, and fast!”

“Rook?”

“There’s a tracer Minerva.….... In the package….... Deacon Drake, he is going to know where we are at…..”

“Couldn’t we regroup?”

“No time Armond….…..... You and your sister, get out of here….…. Head to the beach house…..”

“Rook, I…..”

“Do it! We cannot protect you and protect ourselves at the same time….. Not against those odds…..They’ll be sending a cleansing and demolition squad…..”

“He’s right sis….. We’ll just get in the way…..”

“Graves? We need access to Reeves’ armory…..”

“Reverend Reeves, has already thought ahead on this particular situation….. Here is the key….. I shall escort you to the armory…..”

“Thank you Graves….. Widow, Hammer; move on out of here, fast!”

“.…. I wish people would not call me that…..”

“Sorry Trevelle….. Heat of the moment….. Get you and your sister to safety, now!”

“.…. The reverend’s armory Rook?”

“Old World War Two bunker Boots….. In San Pedro, built in nineteen thirty- nine…..”

“Never to bad an idea to be prepared Mister Boots…..”

“Nice….. What’s your plan Rook? Are we going to going to bring the fight to Drake?”

“No, for now; we are going to bring Drake to us….


THE CITADEL

BASE OF OPERATIONS FOR DEACON DRAKE

“So, you are the one the feds call The Gorgon?”

“Aye man….. You, you are the one known as Drake….. What have you, in interests; of my association?”

“How are you, in talent of hypnotism and in mind manipulation?”

“.…. Seeking, you are; to turn men- into zombies? This, this I cannot do; not as a sense of animating the dead….. With the proper drug, no man can be resisting; of the controlling triggers of another…..”

“Controlling triggers huh?”

“Aye man….. This, I can do; for a price….. It has need of a potion; one of venom and of poisons….. It is an old technique, of my peoples….. The victim, they must die, and then be raised before the life fades from their eyes…..”

“.…. Numbers? Show The Gorgon to our facility…..”

“Mickey Dolor’s boys, Don Drake; they are looking for this guy…..”

“That so?”

“Could be, Godfather Drake; me, I go where I be wanting to go…..”

“.…. Pay the man in advance, and get him access to whatever he needs…..”

“Yes Godfather…..”


THE ARMORY

SAN PEDRO CALIFORNIA

“Come on out of there, we know you have the plates…..”

“Tell your boss, he weighs in; as no influence over us…..” The Rook shouted at the thugs.

“.…. Bad decision detective…..Okay boys; shred- em!”

The cleaners quickly sought cover behind their automobile, their mobile units taking the brunt of firepower from the men concealing themselves inside the bunker.

“.… They’re armed….. Call in the demolition squad…..”

Graves, the reverend’s assistant; peered out through a fortified window with a pair of binoculars.

“What do you see Graves?”

“...…. We have taken down two of eight Mister Rook…..... I see two more mobile units incoming…..”

Boots shook his head.

“Yeah, that has to be a demolition squad….. Leave them to me…..”

“Come out with the plates……...” The voice of the cleaner’s roared, over the sounds of exploding firearm projectiles. “Come out with the plates, or we’ll bury you where you hide…..”

“Big mistake goons…..” The Rook shouted back. “Do you know where you are at?”

The voice of the cleaners looked at the structure with rising familiarity in silence.

“This here structure, it is a bunker; and we have plenty of weapons on hand….. Including heavy artillery…..”

The eyes of the voice of the cleaners opened wide, on the sight of the well built, broad- shouldered man with his hands on a heavy machine gun.

“Let them have it Boots….. Aim for their automobiles, we just need a little more time…..”

“Right, here goes…..”

The mobile units of the cleaners, and of the approaching demolition squad exploded; as the rapidly fired long- range bullets pierced their tanks of fuel storage.

“..…. Whata glorious explosion Mister Rook, sir…..” Graves marveled on the war- time show and tell, as goons ran for cover. The sounds of sirens now reaching their ears.

“You hear that Graves?”

“.…. Yes sir, Mister Rook….. sirens, I believe….. Police units…..”

“Right….. Here comes the cavalry…..”

Graves turned to The Rook’s partner with considerable admiration in his voice.

“Excellent shooting Mister Boots…... all of their automobiles, they have been disabled; and no goon has been harmed…..”

Boots smiled wide.

“.…. They probably, should not have parked so close together…..”

“Out the back you guys………..” The Rook interrupted. The police, they have things well under control…..”

“.…. Reverend Reeves, he shall be so sorry he missed this…..”

“Well…..” The Rook, commented. “At least his bunker is still standing…..”



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