Story CROW: Pt 1: Retribution

Rain pounded down on a small set of cabins fifty miles from Shaniko. Smoke rose from chimneys in the small town. There were about seven cabins from what Bacca could see through his scope.
He could pick out several sentries walking around inside the small town that belonged to a local gang who had made the mistake of torching one of the Shaniko residencies belonging to the CROW gang that concealed a weapons cache. Bacca had lost one of his precious T-Gewehr 13mm sniper rifles in the blaze. He and his team would have revenge tonight.
Someone dropped down out of a tree belonging to the vast spruce forest surrounding the small encampment. A hand landed on Bacca's shoulder, and he heard Mafia whispering in his ear. “Neo and Wub are ready to move. Anything change?"
"Not yet. I've been itching to take a shot at the idiots these guys call sentries." Bacca hissed back. “When do we move?"
"Right now. Let's go."
Bacca set the bipod mounted on his rifle in the stored position and say so he was in a kneeling position. Maf levered a round into his custom Winchester shotgun and, slinging it across his back, slid down the stretch of slope leading down to the encampment. Once Maf was in position and had given the signal, Bacca slid down after him.
Rain patterned down and a lightning bolt shook the ground., briefly illuminating the pair as they crouched, pressed against the wall of one of the cabins. Bacca snapped his rifle to his shoulder to take aim at a sentry on a roof.
“I'll take him at the next lightning strike." Bacca whispered. Maf nodded and held his shotgun in the low ready as he breathed. The only sound heard for that moment.
Bacca spotted Wub followed by Neo. Wub held a bolt action rifle smaller than Bacca's, and Neo held a sawed off double barrel shotgun, the second of the pair holstered on his right hip. A bolt action rifle like Wub's was slung across his back, and a C96 Mauser was visible on a thigh holster. The pair of gangsters wore the long brown leather trench coats with multiple pockets that was standard for CROW. It was a great way to conceal small weapons, and it protected them against the rain. Scarfs helped to hide their faces.
Lightning flashed. Bacca pulled the trigger and the rifle bucked against his shoulder, the rifles report lost in the sound of the thunderstorm. The sentry pitched backwards, the 13mm round flying true through his chest. The rifle he had been holding fell out of his hands and fell to the ground below, breaking glass somewhere along the way, which was not lost in a lightning strike. A pair of sentries rushed to where the rifle had fallen and, realizing where it had come from, began to call up to their dead buddy. They never heard Neo and Wub strike.
Wub's cavalry saber ran the sentry on the right through from behind, spooking the other, who scrambled to raise his revolver. Neo jumped on him, knife in hand, driving it up and under the guards ribs. He fell to his knees and pitched over onto his side, dead.
Bacca gave a “move forward" signal, and abandoned his rifle in a mule cart covered in cloth. He now held a custom Winchester shotgun identical to Maf's, and had a pair of Colt Army revolvers ready on both of his thigh holsters. He cycled the lever, and stepped out, shotgun raised, Maf on his heels.
They had been pushing in the direction of the largest house in the camp. A door on a cabin near there opened, and a man with a large cigar in hand stepped out. Bacca raised a fist in the “hold" signal to Maf, then pointed to the cabins wall, where they crouched and moved to silently.
Maf leaned his shotgun against the wall, and drew his knife. He held it in a throwing position, and stepped out from cover, and whistled. The man with the cigar turned, and took the knife in the chest, dropping him. Maf grabbed his shotgun and made the “move up" signal. Wub and Neo had reached the large house.
There were, much to Bacca's surprise, no sentries on top. He reached the wall and pressed himself against it, then slid over to one of the windows and peered through. Several men were laughing, playing poker around a large table. Several alcohol bottles sat on the table and the room was hazy with smoke.
Looking over, he could see Wub on a knee, rifle at the ready, with Neo behind him, Mauser raised. Maf stood by the door, hand on the handle. He raised three fingers, which two, then one, then a fist, then he opened the door, and Wub rushed through, Neo behind him. Bacca fired a shotgun round through the glass of the window, shattering it, and vaulted through. Wub fired the first shot, dropping a man as his head snapped towards the door. Neo triple tapped another, and Bacca raised his shotgun to blast a shell into one of the standing ones, who was drawing a snub nosed version of the C96. Maf also fired into a different man, and he cycled the lever to fire a second shot into his still thrashing body. Wub fired again, and Neo four times. Ten there was only silence.
The room was strewn with bodies, and blood was starting to pool around some of them. He spotted one crawling towards a single shot pistol, and he stopped him with a shot.
Maf grabbed a couple of the alcohol bottles and crammed pieces of cloth doused in kerosene into the openings. He passed them around. “We torch the place as we leave." He said, preparing two more and passing them to Bacca, who stuck them in pockets inside his coat. Preparing two more, he stuck them into his coat and grabbed his shotgun, opening the lever halfway to check that there was a round in the chamber. Bacca looked at his gun, noting that he had six shots left.
“We throw two of these on this building, and one for each of the small buildings. You each have two, which means eight. One building left. Improvise." Maf said. “Let's move."
They jogged out the front door, Wub and Neo bringing up the rear.
Once they were clear of the building, they lit their improvised molotovs and threw them onto the roof, immediately drowning the roof in a blaze of fire. One of the few sentries left in the camp pointed towards the group of CROW members, and Wub dropped him with his rifle. His group of buddies who had been coming to investigate the gunfire from the main house split up and rapidly took cover. Bacca fired his shotgun in tandem with Maf, firing three times, taking down two sentries out of the group of seven remaining. Maf took down three. Two remained crouched behind a mule cart. Neo switched from his Mauser to one of his sawed off shotguns, and dived around the corner, pulling both of the triggers rapidly, putting a round of buckshot through each of the two hiding sentries.
“Let's get out of here." Neo said, switching shotguns. The CROW members with molotovs remaining lit them and threw them. On the way out of the camp, they stopped to retrieve Bacca's Gewehr rifle.

Two hours later. . .

Serine's boots crunched on a piece of burned wood as he stepped through the remains of a torched cabin. The rainstorm from earlier had stopped. His repeater rifle was in his hands. Next to him, RMST bent to pick up a lump of twisted metal that had been a pistol at some point. Randy was picking through a group of bodies that had been burned so badly they were unrecognizable.
“Any idea who did this?" RMST inquired, kicking a pile of ash with his boot. The small team of sheriffs had received word of the gangster camp three hours prior, but when they arrived, it had been burned to the ground.
“I have a few ideas." Serine replied. “Multiple gangs could have done this, but only a few could have pulled it off without leaving very much evidence behind. Only two could have done it without leaving any, period."
“And those two are?"
"BOTW, or CROW."
RMST remained silent as he contemplated what that meant. BOTW was ruthless in how they fought, each of their members trained to be solo operatives, essentially one man armies, while CROW used multiple experienced mercenaries to operate in completely synchronized maneuvers that were devastating. They could also improvise in split-second situations. The sheriffs had never been able to find enough evidence or reason to arrest any of either gangs members because they were so good at covering their tracks. No hard evidence, only speculation in other sheriffs eyes.
Randy jogged over to Serine and RMST. “Can't identify any of the bodies in the main house, and don't know any faces on the other bodies. Completely efficient and ruthless attack. No idea who did it."
Serine nodded thoughtfully. “Well then." He announced. “Looks like we have some investigation to do."

THE END.

FINALLY FINISHED! Part 2 to come #soon. Luv y'all.

Tags: @TheMafias @TheWubzsters @NeoGer @Serine1002 @randomcitizen1 @RMST1

 

This is going to feature perspectives from BOTW, CROW, the team of sheriffs following CROWs trail of violence and destruction, and whoever falls victim to them or can have a perspective that adds spice to the story.

 

This wasn't even my original one. I've officially lost my notebook, so while I was failing at selling raffle tickets, I typed that out on my phone cause I was so bored, then just decided to post it xD

 

I can whip something up