The Fugitives: There's always a plan

Hoaxed

It was already 8:00am, Melvin and his platoon were already at the intersection of Donald emporium waiting patiently for Jones' arrival. He wasn't there to strike the deal as proposed, but to gun down Jones and get Helena without handling over Holly Minard.

Joan walked to Melvin and said, “It's getting late, boss.”

“I know… But I'm not leaving here without taking down that wimp.” Melvin responded with so much serious in his voice.

With no gap in time, Two blue SUVs accompanied by a patrol car shoved in, in the opposite direction, but kept their distance.

“Get ready….” Melvin said via the spy microphone.

The cars, except for the patrol car, halted to a stop at the intersection of the emporium. The patrol car limped slowly to the side of the intersection. There were also two other black sedan cars coming from the left direction.

“We got two black sedan cars coming leftward,” one of the lackeys who was placed to spy on the surrounding said to Melvin via the microphone.

“What?!!” Melvin exclaimed and let out a phony chuckled.

Melvin looked around him, he had few men and no armored vehicle and if Jones strikes in any means, he will fall into Jones' booby-trap with just two black Jeeps that he came with.

“Keep an eye… How many foes?” Melvin asked, holding back swiftly for a reply.

“View obstructed Sir. Yes!!…" He stated.

“Got it… No foes, just the drivers. Oh… No, I think they are from the armed forces. Something like SWS is imprinted in the uniform.”

“Scott Walton Squad.” Melvin chuckled. It was a deplorable one that turned into a jocund but stilted giggle.

“Jones is pulling something, and we're taking it the other way around. So, take them down. Now!!” He ordered.

“But boss, we're few,” Joan said.

“I don't win with numbers. Take them down, now!!” He ordered, and an immediate explosion ripped into the two black sedan cars coming leftward. The driver in the patrol car slammed on the brakes as some armed uniform men scrambled out of the other two blue SUVs. 

“It him!!!” Joan screamed as he pointed towards the driver of the patrol car that thrust out already.

“Scott Walton!” Melvin was still surprised despite seeing Scott's squad. He didn't expect him to be there? It was a personal traumatic experience they had two years back.

“Clear them off!” He ordered as the lackeys opened fire. He hoisted Holly Minard towards the car parked at a close distance from the scene.

Scott, who was in a crouch, leaped over to the side of his patrol car, using the front door as a stumbling block to avoid being hit by any of the drive-by bullets.

Another explosion came at one of the blue SUVs, when Melvin's lackeys opened a non-stopping fire unremittingly at the SUVs. They headlong at the patrol car and the other blue SUV as they step forward with a shot.

Scoot stood from his hidey, squeezing the trigger and unleashing rounds through three lackeys' chest from his two government model pistols. He stepped from the side of the car to the rear to take a proper cover before a grenade sped in front of him.  

Quickly jerking back and opening fire at the man who threw the grenade, the grenade exploded against the patrol car, and he was knocked down.

“We need a backup, man down!!” One of the uniform men called. They were the military in disguise.

Scott had a boiling pain in his left upper arm and his left thigh. He rolled to his feet as the uniform men howled with an open firing, covering him.

Scott glanced towards the SUVs again and lifted one of his pistols as an insurgent shot one of his men. He put two round through him before limping towards the SUV.

“Where is agent Malik?” Scott asked with a loud voice. One of the uniform men gestured, pointing towards the exploded SUV.

“Agent Malik is down. Cover me!!” Scott said as he reached the middle of the exploded SUV. The car had been flipped over, he glimpsed in to see two uniform men and the closest was agent Malik. He pulled him out as he groaned and tilted further into the car for the other man. He grabbed and pulled.

Agent Malik was unconscious but breathing as he shifted him around and tossed him unto his shoulder and grabbed the other guy and pulled. He was carrying one and dragging the other as he scanned the streets with a pistol in one hand. The other uniform men shot earnestly just to cover him.

Scott's squad fired at two insurgents, covering Scott as he dragged Agent Malik and the other behind the other SUV. His squads were providing an impervious cover. 

He dropped Agent Malik as he knelt, letting the other man slip off his shoulder.

He stood out this time around with a rifle. They had to make sure their cover wasn't busted until the backup squad arrived.

In a split minutes, two lightly armored vehicles emerged. It was pretty obvious that It was made of a bullet-resistance glass when Melvin's lackeys took ample of gun shot at it. The armored vehicle was heading straightforward towards Melvin and his lackeys, who seemed to be a little eroded with panic.

Scott and a few of his squad used the armored vehicle as a cover, and cut off the distance between them. Melvin was left with no option than to surrender, but that was the least of the things he will do among those thoughts rumbling in his head. 

Melvin's lackeys stick their fire, shooting ballistically, but each and every one of them was gunned down by Scott's squad. Their gun shoot was almost completing cutting through them as they were in sequence.

The survivors from Melvin's squad started retracting their steps from the already crushed cover, which was the consummated mashed Jeep. Scott shot erratically at those that recanted from their hidey. 

He spun towards Walter, who was running hastily to Melvin's car, where Holly Minard was held. Scott fired low to his thigh, quickly replaced the magazine and fired two bullets to the head of the other man from the rear of the cover trying to cover for Walter. He slammed bullets directly at Walter but missed as Joan quickly pulled him to the side of Melvin's car.

Joan pulled him into the car as they zoomed off. Scott squad shot gravely at the car. But all those multiples hits bounced off Melvin's Jeep Grand, even though most found their way in.

One of the lackeys in the front seat was returning fire so as to cover the driver. Scott ran so fast before standing to aim. 

He zeroed all attention as he pulled the trigger. The bullet went through the passenger's window, hit the man in the front seat close to the driver and passed through the front window.

It was an incredibly shot, but it seems like the man to which the bullet passed through didn't feel anything. But the sound of the bullet entering and exiting the windows gave them the awareness that a bullet entered the car.

Within seconds, The man shot was soaked wet with blood. The bullet entered his right temporal region and came out of his right eye socket. 

“Move… Don't stop moving.” Joan said, as he held unto Walter, who was bleeding heavily.

“Hang on man… Hang on!!” Joan urged him.

“Hey… This is Melvin, I need your help,” Melvin said, after the recipient picked up the call.

“What can I help you with?” Said the man with a little hoarse voice. It sounded via the cellphone.

“Walter is shot… I need your help, If I don't get him treated, I might lose him, It is critical… Please!" Melvin doesn't care if anyone is hurt, but he cared so much for Walter. And he couldn't let him die.

“I will be at quarter, provided I'm not being tracked this time around.” The man said, and a disconnecting tone followed.