Writer’s Note: Ok, so I decided to move on to Chapter 13 after a good amount of the dreaded and very real writer’s block. I can always go back and fix and add later, right? I think you’re in for a real treat, this chapter is developing the character “Cherie” – we’re going to see more into her personality and who she is what she does and how she handles business. Enjoy the beginning of Chapter 13 my avid readers and generally curious audience!
Cherie dumped the useless pile of flesh into the backseat of her 1964 Chrysler New Yorker; she still wasn’t certain why Big Rich believed this guy could be of use. Annoyed she has to be the caretaker, she slammed the trunk of the car, she racked the slide of her vintage M4 Colt Commando. Clearing the entrance of the warehouse she stayed in the shadows looking for Big Rich, cautious the attackers were nearby.
She saw a target at the far end of the warehouse and began firing. Cherie pulled out her phone and sent a message to her contact requesting an evacuation. Bullet fragments flew by her face, peppering the area – there must be another unseen target. She stepped closer firing suppression rounds and using the remaining crates and pallets that were standing as cover. She realized her only cover lead her into the light making her an obvious target for the second shooter – and also where Big Rich was lying, moving, but unconscious. Checking for a pulse, Big Rich appeared alright. Cherie moved the boards and splintered wood that were on top of him and began dragging him back to a more secure position – aware the other shooter could be moving in.
Response came back from her contact advising evacuation personnel are en route and had been dispatched before she made contact. Contact advised there was a shooter on the roof that will be neutralized as priority as long as she can maintain her position on the ground. Cherie advised that there were unknown number of assailants, two that she was aware of but she’s not sure if there are more. Contact notified her they just completed a scan and the rooftop assailant has been removed as a threat and there is only one left. Cherie began to back away from her position towards the front of the warehouse. More shots were fired from the shooter aimed at her last known position. Standing behind a pillar, Contact let her know she was clear for exit and stepped out into the street, dragging Big Rich, headed for her New Yorker.
Cherie didn’t look back to see what happened next but could feel the heat at her back and the splinters from the building zip by her face. She closed her eyes for a moment, praying a stray piece of shrapnel doesn’t find itself embedded in a lethal place against her skin. She opened her eyes in time to see the snitch had got out of the car and then slam his head from the force against the frame of the car door leaving a dent in her otherwise pristine vehicle. Cherie and Big Rich both received an extra stumbling push from the explosion, moving them closer to the vehicle.