crew down there and hit them with whatever we have. We need to kill these bastards now!” Tre screamed while shooting more rounds at the cars below.
“Already did, Tre. They should be in position any second. We need to get you out of here,” Moose said.
Tre shot from the window a few more times, ignoring his bouncer.
“Tre, we have to get out of here!” Moose shouted next to Tre, the rounds from the AK blasting their ears.
“That isn’t going to be so easy,” Smoke said, standing close behind them. They jumped, obviously startled at how close Smoke had gotten to them without either of them noticing. Tre started to turn when a clean fist came crashing down on his temple.
“What the fu—” Moose started to say, swinging his weapon toward Smoke. He was interrupted when a blunt object hitting his hand, knocking the gun to the floor. Moose turned to see Sleep right in front of him.
“I guess you want to die today,” Moose said through clenched teeth.
“That isn’t happening,” Sleep said while rolling his shoulders, getting ready for a good ole fashioned fist fight.
“Take it to him, Sleep,” Eyes said over his shoulder while piling the cash back into the briefcases.
“Let’s go, big boy,” Sleep said, looking up at the giant.
Without hesitation, Moose came in hard, head down bull-rushing Sleep. He didn’t have good balance with his momentum, and as Sleep slid sideways the only thing Moose grabbed ahold of was air.
Moose was able to rotate quickly and come back at Sleep with a heavy arching swing. The big man was quicker than what Sleep had given him credit for. Sleep was only able to move his head away enough to not take a full brunt of the meaty fist, but the glance of the punch connected to the side of Sleep’s head, making him wobble back. Before he was able to correct his balance, a leg came crashing into his gut, lifting him off the ground. All of the air whooshed out of him. He saw a blinding light behind his eyes and knew he was in trouble if he allowed the pain to control his mind.
Remembering his underwater training from many years ago, and how he’d fought like hell without breathing, he quickly got his bearings and was back in the fight before the blink of an eye. He brought his arms in tight and rolled away from the oncoming stomp that was attempting to crush his back.
“Stop running you little ant! Fight me like a man,” Moose screamed, stomping out at Sleep again.
Eyes looked over and knew things could get nasty really quick if Sleep didn’t change his attack. He needed to focus on getting the money back in the cases so no trace of them could be found, but he needed to make sure Sleep didn’t die. Before Eyes could move toward the fight, the change Sleep needed to make went into motion.
“I hope that isn’t the best you have, Moose,” Sleep called out in mockery from the floor.
As Moose’s foot reached the floor, Sleep already had his next four steps planned. He executed them to perfection. He scissored his legs up and around Moose’s knee, then used that momentum to take Moose to the ground. He pivoted his hips, which allowed him to put a pretzel noose on Moose’s leg, making it lock straight, then he grabbed the ankle of that trapped leg and wrenched up as hard and fast as possible. There was a momentary resistance from Moose, but the hyperextension was too much for the huge leg, and the loud snap of ligaments popping off the knee was clearly audible in the room.
Moose let out a blood-curdling scream while whipping himself over to his back and grabbing his knee, only to have Sleep jump on top of him and throw haymakers onto Moose’s jaw and temple. The combination of pain in his knee and the onslaught of fists on his face was too much for Moose’s brain to compute. He didn’t do a good job of protecting himself and was quickly knocked unconscious by a man who was rightly given the moniker Sleep.
“Took you long enough,” Smoke said as Sleep gingerly stood over the incapacitated man.
“Unlike you, I like a little foreplay before reaching the climax,” Sleep shot back as he stretched his back.
Three more explosions went off, but the sound was different than the ones set off earlier. The group of three men looked out the same window Tre had been