The Eye Before The Other Wall

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I pressed the pedal to the floor, causing the engine to roar and the tires to spin over the stone brick driveway. The SUV jumped forth, barreling towards the end of the driveway.

Without waiting for direction, I made a right out of the driveway onto Morgan Drive. "Reaper, where am I headed?"

There was a quick reply. "Republic Airport off of New Highway."

I tilted my head as I approached the next intersection. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the other two SUVs were keeping a close tail. "Reaper, repeat your last."

I swung a left onto Post Road, the other two SUVs following suit.

He repeated what he said. "Republic Airport off of New Highway."

I shook my head as we accelerated down the road. "New Highway? Isn't Republic on 110?"

I jerked the steering wheel, bringing the SUV into the other lane. To maintain our speed, we had to pass anyone in front of us.

Reaper replied seemingly irritated this time. "You will enter the airport from New Highway. Now keep… Wait, you guys have company."

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I glanced at my left side mirror and noticed a helicopter following us. "That's not one of yours, isn't it?"

The man in the passenger seat quickly replied. "Negative. CAS was not cleared."

(Close Air Support)

I took a quick look at him. He had long black hair tied in a bun that was hidden under a hat. I then took notice of the soft features on his face and realized… "What do you go by, miss."

She looked at me. "You can call me Martinez, sir."

I nodded. "Alright, Martinez, do we have anything to take care of a chopper?"

She nodded. "V-3 has a javelin but we can't use it while mobile."

I smirked. "Well, I guess we are taking a detour."

Reaper quickly butted in over comms. "Kyle, keep your heading."

I glanced up towards the bottom of the overpass, watching as I-495 flew by. Thankfully it wasn't rush hour or this would get a lot more complicated.

I shrugged. "Keeping my heading is exactly what I'll be doing. V-2 and 3, be ready to hook a sharp right."

Driver 2 replied quickly. "Wilco."

Right across the interstate, the road forked, each fork being a one way road. I carried onto the right fork and just a hundred feet down I swung the SUV down Store Hill Road. This was a service road that served as a back entrance to Old Westbury Gardens. I decided that this would be a good place to take care of our newest friends.

Reaper called out once again. "More vics incoming and you're down a dead end. Where are you going?"

I laughed. "Reaper, come on. How are we going to make it halfway across the island with a helicopter tailing us?"

Martinez nodded. "That's a great point, sir. Reaper, he doesn't seem as green as you make him out to be."

I could imagine whoever Reaper was grumbling in his chair. "Fine. Stand-by for intel on the vics. They don't look Russian."

I raised my brow, confused by this. "You're fucking telling me that the Russians aren't the only ones after me?"

Reaper replied quite quickly. "Yes. That seems to be the case. The registrations on the vics link back to the Triad."

I slammed the steering wheel as we approached the "end" of the road. "The fucking Chinese? Who's next, the Nazis?"

Reaper sighed. "I wouldn't count them out. This is generating a lot of noise and you're already on their radar as an up and coming powerful Jew."

I pumped the brakes, bringing the SUV to a halt. "Ya know, it was a rhetorical question. You're not supposed to answer those."

I moved the shifter into park, leaving the car running as I grabbed my AK and reached for the door. As I was about to open it, I remembered something and looked into the back seat. "Mrs. Sands, you alright back there?"

She nodded slowly, looking at me as if I was an alien. I was no longer the little kid she once knew.

I reached to my back and pulled out my glock along with the two remaining extra magazines.

*Tsh* *Click* *Chichick*

I dropped the almost empty magazine out of the glock and tossed it on the passenger seat. I then reached towards the backseat with the fully loaded glock and the last magazine. "Just in case, Mrs. Sands. We'll get going again in just a few minutes. Sit tight."

She carefully grabbed the glock and examined it before nodding. "O-okay."

I nodded, smiling at her before getting out of the car. I glanced towards V-3 and found that the trunk was open. A huge crate was being dragged out by two men. They quickly opened it just as I got over there.

"Pheeeeeewww. That'll pack a punch."

I couldn't help but whistle when I saw the Javelin. It is a massive rocket launcher with a built-in targeting computer. It can take nearly anything out of the sky. Wasn't it basically a handheld SAM?

(Surface to Air Missile)

I pointed towards an open field to the right of the SUVs. "Use the open space over there to get a clear shot. Try and wait until the chopper isn't over anything please."

The man holding the javelin nodded. "Yes, sir."

I smiled, ready for the fireworks. "Ahhh. This should release a bit of the tension…"

Reaper quickly pissed on my fire. "Vics have stopped, Triad is now on foot. 800 feet and closing."

I gestured towards the maintenance buildings that were next to the road. "Everyone inside."

I then rushed towards the SUV, knocking on the window. "Mrs. Sands, it's Kyle."

Upon opening the door, I saw her trembling with the glock in her hands. Caleb was lying down on her lap, sound asleep.

I nodded towards him. "Can you carry him?"

She nodded. "Y-yes."

I smiled. "Good. Slight change of plan. We're gonna hang out here for a bit. Take him inside please."

She nodded again so I put the AK down and pulled my dad out of the car, putting him over my shoulder. I tried leaning over to pick up the AK but nearly lost balance. "Ah, fuck it."

I left the rifle on the ground, rushing towards the closest house. I didn't have time to grab it. It would only be seconds before the next eyewall of this hurricane would crash into us.