Bear Meets Girl
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Crush walked out onto the roof, several of the NYPD shifter team following behind him, each armed. His head turned and he scowled when he saw Cella dangling by her hair.
He roared and the grizzly holding her roared back while aiming that goddamn .45.
Ripping at the grizzlys arm with her claws, Cella screamed out, Gun!
Crush pulled his weapon so quickly, Cella barely saw it. And he shot three times. Twice to the chest and once to the head. The grizzlys body jerked, his arm dropping enough that Cellas knees hit the ground hard. She grunted as the pain in her left weaker knee ripped through her while the grizzly fell back, tipping over like a diseased tree. Cella went with him, untangling his fingers from her hair once they hit the ground. Once loose, she rolled over the bear, using him as a shield until she could pry his gun from his hand. She waited until whoever was firing at her stopped, then rolled up and onto one knee. Out of habit, it was her left knee, and she forced herself to ignore the pain. She quickly raised the weapon she held and did what she did best right after bare-knuckle brawling and hockey. She killed the enemy. One shot to each head, taking out the bear fighting Smith first because she knew that the She-wolf would immediately back her up and keep any grizzlies off her.
As always, Cella was fast and efficient, not one to waste bullets. She could only do this better if she was on another building with her rifle. Yeah. She was that good a shot.
Smith finished off a few grizzlies with her blade and was coming toward her when her gaze moved behind Cella.
Knowing someone was behind her, Cella spun, her weapon still raised. Smith moved up beside her, both of them about to open fire, but someone else shot first and the grizzly jerked forward. He fell to his knees, then dropped, MacDermot walking up behind him with her own .45.
You two all right? she asked, ever the cop even while she unloaded a few more rounds in that bear because he twitched a bit.
Yeah, both Cella and Smith answered.
Smith reached down and helped up Cella, scowling when Cella refused to put any weight on her left leg Say a word to Van Holtz about my leg ... Cella warned the She-wolf under her breath.
What the fuck happened? MacDermot demanded.
Smith shrugged. Went bad.
MacDermot gawked at them. You really dont think thats going to be enough of an answer, do you?
What else is there to say?
While the pair bickered, Cella scanned the roof until she saw Crushek. Limping, she moved toward him, stepping over the bodies and around teammates that were busy calling in for a cleaning crew.
Cella stood beside Crushek, watching as he turned over one of the bodies. He scowled down at it.
Whats wrong?
These are all Baissiers men. Theyre allBPC.
Cella sighed. Yeah ... I know.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
They returned to the precinct, including the KZS and Group members. Clean clothes were retrieved for those who had blood on them, and calls were made to appropriate management personnel. No one panicked, but clearly everyone was worried. Crush didnt know why, though. Baissiers idea of retaliation was never to come straight at anyone. That wasnt how she played the game. So hit men sent to exact revenge in the middle of the night? Not going to happen.
While Crush was helping the wounded team members remove their weapons and equipment, Gentry arrived. She walked through, asking questions, confidently nodding, until she reached him; then she caught hold of his arm and pulled him from the room.
What the hell happened? she asked. Once they were in the hallway she no longer looked so confident.
According to Smith, went bad.
What the hell does that mean?
It means BPC was already there when KZS and Group entered the building.
They have Whitlan?
No. He was already gone. But as soon as BPC saw them, they started shooting.
Unprovoked?
One could have been startled into it, but the others ...
The bodies?
KZS cleanup team. I didnt know bodies could be disposed of so quickly.
Just be glad it was KZS and not Smith. She has hyenas on retainer. Gentry folded her arms over her chest. So ... what are you thinking?
Theyd only start firing at us on orders from Baissier.
Over one full-human?
Im thinking Whitlan has enough on Baissier to take her down and keep her down.
She still has a lot of support.
Some say not as much as she used to. Her ego has made her a liability. Her viciousness a threat. But no bears going to order her out without hard proof.
To be honest, Crushek, Im more worried about you.
Me?
Youre the one person who knows the most about her and yet has absolutely no loyalty to her. And youve got a good, solid rep among bears. If you find information about her and Whitlanshe wont be able to talk her way out of that.
Gentry may be right, but still... She wont come at me head-on. At least not the way anyone else would.
Youre not worried at all?
Im not stupid, Chief. Just numb.
So theres no point in telling you to be careful is there?
Only because Im always careful.
He roared and the grizzly holding her roared back while aiming that goddamn .45.
Ripping at the grizzlys arm with her claws, Cella screamed out, Gun!
Crush pulled his weapon so quickly, Cella barely saw it. And he shot three times. Twice to the chest and once to the head. The grizzlys body jerked, his arm dropping enough that Cellas knees hit the ground hard. She grunted as the pain in her left weaker knee ripped through her while the grizzly fell back, tipping over like a diseased tree. Cella went with him, untangling his fingers from her hair once they hit the ground. Once loose, she rolled over the bear, using him as a shield until she could pry his gun from his hand. She waited until whoever was firing at her stopped, then rolled up and onto one knee. Out of habit, it was her left knee, and she forced herself to ignore the pain. She quickly raised the weapon she held and did what she did best right after bare-knuckle brawling and hockey. She killed the enemy. One shot to each head, taking out the bear fighting Smith first because she knew that the She-wolf would immediately back her up and keep any grizzlies off her.
As always, Cella was fast and efficient, not one to waste bullets. She could only do this better if she was on another building with her rifle. Yeah. She was that good a shot.
Smith finished off a few grizzlies with her blade and was coming toward her when her gaze moved behind Cella.
Knowing someone was behind her, Cella spun, her weapon still raised. Smith moved up beside her, both of them about to open fire, but someone else shot first and the grizzly jerked forward. He fell to his knees, then dropped, MacDermot walking up behind him with her own .45.
You two all right? she asked, ever the cop even while she unloaded a few more rounds in that bear because he twitched a bit.
Yeah, both Cella and Smith answered.
Smith reached down and helped up Cella, scowling when Cella refused to put any weight on her left leg Say a word to Van Holtz about my leg ... Cella warned the She-wolf under her breath.
What the fuck happened? MacDermot demanded.
Smith shrugged. Went bad.
MacDermot gawked at them. You really dont think thats going to be enough of an answer, do you?
What else is there to say?
While the pair bickered, Cella scanned the roof until she saw Crushek. Limping, she moved toward him, stepping over the bodies and around teammates that were busy calling in for a cleaning crew.
Cella stood beside Crushek, watching as he turned over one of the bodies. He scowled down at it.
Whats wrong?
These are all Baissiers men. Theyre allBPC.
Cella sighed. Yeah ... I know.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
They returned to the precinct, including the KZS and Group members. Clean clothes were retrieved for those who had blood on them, and calls were made to appropriate management personnel. No one panicked, but clearly everyone was worried. Crush didnt know why, though. Baissiers idea of retaliation was never to come straight at anyone. That wasnt how she played the game. So hit men sent to exact revenge in the middle of the night? Not going to happen.
While Crush was helping the wounded team members remove their weapons and equipment, Gentry arrived. She walked through, asking questions, confidently nodding, until she reached him; then she caught hold of his arm and pulled him from the room.
What the hell happened? she asked. Once they were in the hallway she no longer looked so confident.
According to Smith, went bad.
What the hell does that mean?
It means BPC was already there when KZS and Group entered the building.
They have Whitlan?
No. He was already gone. But as soon as BPC saw them, they started shooting.
Unprovoked?
One could have been startled into it, but the others ...
The bodies?
KZS cleanup team. I didnt know bodies could be disposed of so quickly.
Just be glad it was KZS and not Smith. She has hyenas on retainer. Gentry folded her arms over her chest. So ... what are you thinking?
Theyd only start firing at us on orders from Baissier.
Over one full-human?
Im thinking Whitlan has enough on Baissier to take her down and keep her down.
She still has a lot of support.
Some say not as much as she used to. Her ego has made her a liability. Her viciousness a threat. But no bears going to order her out without hard proof.
To be honest, Crushek, Im more worried about you.
Me?
Youre the one person who knows the most about her and yet has absolutely no loyalty to her. And youve got a good, solid rep among bears. If you find information about her and Whitlanshe wont be able to talk her way out of that.
Gentry may be right, but still... She wont come at me head-on. At least not the way anyone else would.
Youre not worried at all?
Im not stupid, Chief. Just numb.
So theres no point in telling you to be careful is there?
Only because Im always careful.
