BLUE.
"Look alive ladies. You bested the academy to do this! "
Chief Decker howls to his men holding a megaphone and a boomstick.
M4's, flaks and testosterone held the parkway at noon.
The scorch of the sun would grace these vultures, the criminal corpses a boon.
The barricade was set, spike strips laid, and execution was smooth.
The SWAT ambush sat guardian angel atop the tunnel's arching groove.
Venus Fly Trap was in full swing. The bat of justice was due to be too.
The chief was growing impatient. Legendary accolades await the walls of his room.
Retirement teases his gray stubble as long fishing days loom.
This was all he needed, wanted. The last decade consumed him.
These fuckers would go down and he would be immortal... or he assumed.
"Roughly two more minutes and they'll be rolling out! No one moves!"
And just then, they saw it... the first munition let out a TOOM...
RED.
"This is something we were'nt destined to lose..." Blake said.
They were the best of the worst. Ex-athletics turned accomplished dregs.
Two of them brothers, four of them fathers. None were to beg.
They scratched and clawed for theirs. As kids, had cloth pallets for beds.
"How can you be so sure, Mate?" Willy mouthed. He challenged the head.
They all illustrated obstinance, the very bond their relationships lent.
"Let's just say I have an inside hunch, bruv..." and onward they went.
The waves of light passed through the windows, illuminating metal.
Black leather and cloth garments hid as if timid and gentle.
But this band was anything but. Hans was heavyset.
Carried drills to jobs with little effort. Punched walls with the very best.
Gus was Gus. All knives and hacks... Grav Maga student, IT tech.
Blake was ever vigilant and level. He quickly earned the crew's respect.
Will watches the tunnel's edge, ready to shoot or rob for his check.
"Here we go boys... last test..." Blake mutters as the van crests.
The sunlight just breaks across the grill, the glint blinding...
GREEN.
"Set!" Screams Decker as hellfire rips through the twelve seats.
"Fire! Fire! Fire!" The blood-thirst on his lips accompanies each crease.
The van rolls to a smoking stop, the cloud withering in the breeze.
Decker motions SWAT to inspect. The negative report cripples his ease.
"Fuck!" he eyes the tunnel for his informant's team.
"Comb that stretch and bring me bodies! No one breathes!"
Blake takes a deep inhale and smiles, "...and what did he see?"
"Blood bags and cleaned weapons..." Will bussed at the seams.
They finally cashed in on the final job and laid low in the Keyes.
Five jobs in three years all possible because the snitch was a tease.
"Blake, how did you decieve him?" Gus blurted in a stupor, esteemed.
"Easy. I told him everything!" the squad froze, Gus's glass broke with a squeeze.
"Wow, mates. You wankers believe anything!" They all erupt in laughter...
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Good job, Agent. One more month and you can take them down clean...~
BLACK.