It was a nice night in Brentwood, Texas to take down some criminals. Brentwood didn’t have a lot of major crime in town because it was a small, but when criminals decide to set up a shop in Chase’s hometown it pissed him the fuck off.
Chase and his team stood outside of what was supposed to be an abandoned house, but right now it housed Angelo Marini and some buyers for human flesh. Chase and his team of mercenaries have been after Angelo for the past six months, and all the hard work they’ve done has finally paid off.
“All right men, we go in tight, if you need to shoot anybody wound them, unless it’s absolutely necessary to kill. On my go we enter.” Chase looked around at his team, they were armed to the teeth, with more weapons then one person could possibly carry on their body. They were all dressed in black to blend in with the night, ready to go.
Chase pulled down his ski mask and aimed his rifle at the ready, his team doing the same. He counted down from three to one with his fingers, when his last finger dropped, his four-man team rushed the house.
“Everybody freeze, put your hands where we can see them.” Chase yelled out when they entered the main room. Marini and two other men stood around a table with three briefcases on top, at closer inspection, Chase saw cash, a lot of it. Looking back at the men, Chase wanted to shoot them on the spot. They looked slimy and deceitful. Angelo wore a suit and his smug features showed that he wasn’t going down quietly. The buyers in front of him had a look of concern on their ugly mugs and they looked as if they needed to go to the gym, both of them sporting a beer belly. No wonder they had to stoop so low as to buy women, no woman in their right mind would talk to them, fucking low lives.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Christian Storm said as he pointed his gun at one of the buyers. “My finger gets a little trigger happy at times. We wouldn’t want that to happen because I never miss my mark.” If Chase could see his face, Christian would be wearing a huge grin right now.
“Now you’re going to get on your knees nice and slow and place your hands behind your heads. Don’t get any ideas because my friends here would rather kill you, then turn you in.” Chase said and watched as the three criminals did as they were asked. This was easy, a little too easy, Chase thought to himself.
“Hurry up and tie them up, I got a feeling the shit is about to hit the fan.” Christian, Killian, and Rick put the plastic cuffs on the men, and as they stood them up, all hell broke loose.
“Get them to the truck now!” Chase yelled as they started taking fire from three other men. Chase shot the first guy dead center; he wasn’t getting up ever again. Running behind some boxes, Chase protected Killian and Rick’s retreating backs as Christian returned fire.
“Fuck, could this night get any worse?” Chase mumble to himself.
Chase saw Christian take one of the guys down from his position across the room. Lining up his shot, Chase took out the last guy with a head shot.
“Storm, how are you doing?” Chase asked as he went over to Christian. Pulling his ski mask off his face, he saw Christian do the same.
“That mother fucker shot me in the ass!” Chase wanted to laugh at Christian’s outraged tone, but Christian was holding a loaded gun in his hand.
“Can you walk or do I need to carry you?” Chase said with a straight face, it was hard to do, but he pulled it off.
“Fuck you Black, I can walk.” Christian said in a disgruntled tone.
“You got it Storm. We have to search the rest of the house. They brought the money here, so I think the goods are here as well.”
Chase followed behind Christian as they searched the three rooms down stairs. Each room looked the same as they were bare, with nothing in them except the last room had what they were looking for. Huddled in one corner were three girls, who looked to be between the ages of ten to thirteen and in another corner there were five women, who looked to be between eighteen and twenty-five. They were chained to each other, with one long chain bolted into the wall.
“Fucking bastards, I should go out there and kill them right now.” Chase said to Christian low enough for only him to here. Christian just nodded his head.
“We’re not here to hurt you. We’re here to take you home.” Chase said before he stepped out of the room to make a call. Someone picked up on the second ring.
“Yeah, we’ve found them. It’s eight total.” Chase listened to the person for a few minutes, then hung up and went back to the room.
“They’re outside entering the house now and I told them to have the EMT’s outside waiting. You can get your butt looked at before we head home.” Chase said. They waited five minutes; then the men in suits came to take over. Chase hated working for the FBI at times, but when it was for cases like this, he would do it with a smile on his face. Chase searched the rest of the house and found nothing else. Walking back into the room with the women, Chase was about to help Christian out to the EMT’s when someone spoke from the doorway.
“Are they the only ones?” Chase turned around and was struck speechless.
The agent at the door was everything Chase preferred in a man. Like Chase, the agent was brawny. The agent was wearing a suit that looked tailored made to fit around his broad shoulders. He had a chiseled jawline, with a nose that looked as if it had been broken and hadn’t healed right. His eyes were the color of spun gold, and his dirty blonde hair was cut short. Most people, when they found out Chase was gay, thought he went for smaller men. That wasn’t the case; he needed a man who could keep up with him in the bedroom. The agent had asked him something. Chase told himself this wasn’t the place or time to be fantasizing about Agent Sexy.
“Yeah, once your friends got here I checked the rest of the house, and it’s all clear.” Chase said.