Chapter 4
A Dream Deferred

So we all jump out and someone throws me a bulletproof vest.
“What the hell is this crap!!?? You honestly use these!?” I said, throwing the vest back into the van and grabbing ammo.
“Yah! So, you mean to tell me you’ve never used these!!” #3 exclaimed.
“Stand back junior…. and let the pro show you how its done.” I said walking over to the old wooden door.
Boom! I kicked the door in, it hit the floor with a thump and I raised my gun…
I put down my gun. “What the fuck!! There’s no one in here!!” I said as my voice echoed through the empty room. Just then there was a black shadow moving in the back of the warehouse. Bang! One row after the other, the florescent lights flooded the room with great intensity. Ping pang! Bullets hit the metal crate to the left of me and I crouched down n hid behind the first metal crate.
“Come out with your hands up!! This is the FBI! Place your weapon on the ground, slide it to your right and stand up slowly with your hands on the crate!” the FBI guy said.
“Yah! In your dreams!” I said and I radioed to everyone outside “you might want to get behind the van…….now……5 seconds”
“You heard her!! Everyone behind the van!” Stacy demanded as I counted down on the radio.
“1….. Well here goes nothing!!!” I said as I pulled a metal ball the size of a basket ball from my coat, threw it back and ran towards the door. As soon as I let go of it, I began counting to myself…..1…2….shit!” pushed the door open and jumped out. A second before I opened the door, the balls expanded, half a second went by, and unloaded 5 clips, 30 caliber armor piercing ammo. For 5 seconds, at least, there was the horribly loud sound of bullets bouncing off the crates, walls, doors and the ‘SWAT’ van….then finally………stopped. My ears now ringing.
“Fuck!!! I didn’t time that right!!! Not even close!!!!!!” I said in between breaths between my teeth, holding my arm.
“Are you okay!!! Naru!!! Great you got blood on the van…and a lot too!!! God!!!” Stacy said in shock, taking gauss and rapping my arm…..
“This one wasn’t even CLOSE!” I said jokingly.
“God almighty!!! Care to put anymore blood on the fucking side of the fucking van!!!!” 1 said.
“Get over it…..baby…..” I said as Stacy finished I picked my gun back up and ventured back into the big warehouse room. There was some blood on the walls but not too much..
“By the way….WHAT!!!! THE FUCK!!!!! WAS THAT!!!!” 3 yelled at me.
“One of my little inventions I’ve been working on….looks like it works….the pause isn’t long enough though…..” I said as I picked it back up and pressed the top, making it close back up……. “Say… what do you have back here anyway???” I continue to walk towards the back of the room. I opened the door to find a room, equally as large here, but filled with ammo of all kinds, body armor, grenades, you name it! They had it, “THIS!!! Is you CRACK HOUSE??!?!!!” I yelled.
“Yeah!!! It’s the only way we can keep this kind of thing secretive….. At least for a wile…” 1 said… “But if those guys were the FBI???? Why’d you kill them??”
“I’m a wanted and dangerous for longer than you’ve been alive!!! You do the math!!! You think I want to let them know where I am??!” I said flailing my arms in the air, looking at him and 4 starts to count on his fingers……
“Hey!!!! There’s nothing to add up!!! I just figured that out!!!” 4 said.
“He’s not the sharpest crayon in the box??? Is he??” I whispered into 1’s ear.
“No…. he’s not” 1 whispered back. I when to jump the railing, “you know that this is…….” I flew over the railing, fell 9 feet and landed on 1 nee and 2 hands, “9 feet till the bottom on the other side…….that would have really hurt most people!!”
I stare meanly back at him “what makes you think, BY NOW!!!! That I’m most people?” I said walking over to a shelf.
“Good point” 1 said.
“Dumb ass!! I said back as I took stuff off the shelf……. “I’m gunna need some of your shit here…”
“Why?? Where are we going?” 3 said, chuckling a little bit but quickly stopped.