Chapter 30

Faline

He wasn't the first one to hear it, but when he did he froze. Sirens, multiples of them. How could they be here so quickly? Faline ran to the window, Gucci and Dargan following. There were at least ten police cars outside, either parked in the grass or on the street. It reminded him of when he first met Apollo. 

He could hear run upstairs, probably different people running to say what was happening, that the police were there. But, Faline already knew. He stood up, rolling his shoulders before looking at Dargan and Gucci. "Ready boys?" 

Dargan

This wasn't his first rodeo with the police, but it was Gucci's, he could tell. He wasn't nervous, absolutely not, but he could just sense it. Dargan was good at that. He grabbed his gun from the table, almost storming off the room before the Cat pulled him back. 

"Hey, remember what I said," Faline warned. He sighed, rolling his arm so he could get out of the other's grasp. He knew what he was doing, he wasn't new to the police. They might have had secret agents, but he knows how to deal with them. He walked out of the door, 

Reller was right behind him, clicking things on his phone. He walked down the steps, looking at the group of mixed gangs. He recognized his gang, being immersed in the crowd. "Everyone!" He yelled loudly, getting every person in the room's attention. He could tell Faline and Gucci were behind him. 

"Do. Not. Shoot." 

Faline

"Come out with your arms up!" Faline sighs. He looked at the other two, having disclosed the rest of the group to their stations and what the plan was. Faline placed his gun in the holster, walking over to the door. He slowly opened it, before walking outside, his hands raised. 

There were a lot more cops outside than he had expected, but there were still more gang members. The three boys all spread out, with Faline in the middle, Gucci to the left, and Dargan to the right. 

He wondered what the others might think of Gucci, since to them, he didn't even exist. He scanned the crowd until he saw Apollo, he smiled softly. "Put your hands up where we could-" Faline cut her off. He had heard it before. "Yeah yeah, in a second." He mumbled.

He rolled out his shoulders before there was a loud sound. It was a stray bullet, or maybe it was on purpose, coming from one of the officers. He could hear the soft whistle as the bullet went right past his ear. He reacted, cupping his ear and ducking. 

There was something the three had told the group. He wanted to talk to the police, but mostly cause a distraction while the members got their escape route secured. Just in case everything falls flat. However, that whistle, that gun powdered sound, that bullet made everything turn to chaos. 

"Come on!" Gucci yelled, running over and pulling Faline and Dargan out of the gunfire. Just what Faline didn't want. A shoot-out. 

Apollo

His headshot to whoever pulled the trigger to their gun. The boy with brown hair tensed, staring at Faline.  Apollo felt a tug from his shirt. He turned around, seeing Kiyon with a stern look. "Don't even think about it. Come on." He whispered, grabbing the other arm and pulling the other armind the car. 

It was a shoot-out. Bullets were flying both ways, breaking windows and denting the metal. One of the cars went off, setting off the alarm as if someone was breaking in. "We need to get back there," Kiyon muttered. He looked behind them, turning his back to the car. He saw three more people run behind the car, probably having the idea as them. 

It was Monique, Dante, and Fathi. He watched as now and then, one of the three would get on their knees and look to the house, sending a few bullets it's way before using behind the car. 

He heard the jingle of keys and looked towards Kiyon. He had a single car key in his hands. He tilted his head. A blue motorcycle shined in the corner of his eye. "Gucci said for emergencies." He mumbled. Apollo sucked in a breath. He could hear the car shake when a speeding bullet hit the metal casing head-on. 

It was a good idea, but Apollo and Dante just had to do it before anyone shot at them.

Faline

The boy with the pink hair hurried inside, running past the multiple windows. Had posts, with people having different types of guns. They were hiding behind the wooded area surrounding the windows. The windows were mostly shot down from gunfire, with people shooting through the now open holes at the police. 

Gucci kicked a couch, turning the brown leather seat on its axis, giving them cover from the bullets directed into the house. "Shit!" Leo yelled from his hiding spot, waving a hand. Faline ran over, Dargan trying and failing to grab the leader. 

It was only getting worse, yelling from different sides with orders and commands. The back door slammed open, and all three leaders pointed their guns at the two figures standing between its passageway. Faline let out a sigh of relief. 

Apollo and Kiyon. 

"Come over here!" Dargan yelled since they were standing in almost direct fire. He watched as Kiyon and Apollo crouched, running quietly towards them. When the two finally were covered by the couch, Faline gave him a big hug, almost making the other fall. "Holy shit don't scare me like that." He mumbled. 

Apollo chuckled softly. "I'm ok, are you?" 

Faline nodded softly. "I'm ok."

Kiyon groaned, cocking his gun. "We need to find a way to make them stop." None of the five had an answer. They all sat there thinking, the sounds of gunpowder explosions and glass breaking coming from behind them. However, after a minute, Faline remembered something. 

"But, tell your gang to stand down." The officer says, looking towards Faline. The gang leader looked at him, confused. What? Where did that come from? He changed his look, giving off a poker face. "You first." He said. The boy with brown hair and white streaks continued to glare at him, watching to see if he would break the stare first. Faline however, wasn't going to.  "It's fifteen to four, be a little considerate." The officer said with a shrug. 

Faline continued to watch him, before sharply nodding. Fine, he wins. He turned back to the gang, nodding towards them. "Stand down," Faline said to his gang, to which they looked at him hesitantly. Faline wasn't known to like the police, nor was he known to talk to them often, so it made sense as to why they looked at him like that. They slowly lowered their guns, as Faline turned back to the officer. 

"Your turn." He said with a small smirk. His smile was dark and venomous. Faline wondered if the officer was scared of him, probably not. He nodded, turning back to the police squad. "Stand down everyone, things will be handled shortly." They all nodded, lowering his gun.

Faline sucked in a deep breath, before saying, "We need to tell them to stop."