THE FOREST ATTACK (PART 2)

The group of skilled talents crept silently through the thick and dark forest, mainly using their sense of hearing and their "sixth sense" in order to find possible enemies or unfamiliar individuals within the Midnight Resort grounds since the forest is definitely part of the Mediterranean branch's territory. Unfortunately for these adult industry workers, they weren't as well-versed with the area outside the Resort building property, unlike Hiraya who has spent a considerable amount of time in the great outdoors not just because she loves it there but also because that was the place where her former pets reside. Nor were their extra sensory perception as sharp as hers…

Not hearing anything in the pitch-black darkness, Hero and company were even more careful and wary than the time they heard the war zone-type radio message from Nick's walkie-talkie. They could feel the other people in the tree-filled spot but they just couldn't see or hear anything to prove their presence in the heavily wooded area. 

It was automatic that they looked to Heron for leadership then. And it's not just because of his muscular physique or natural authoritative presence, but also because he had shown on several earlier occasions that he naturally radiated leadership, wisdom and authority. There's just something about the good-looking and brawny guy that automatically commands respect and acquiescence even from those who barely know him.

Right now, that was the case as his fellow special 'personnel' wordlessly looked to him for instructions for their first move.

Then they heard it... it was the soft but clear ringtone of a mobile playing the Disney version of 'The Lion King's' villain song 'Be Prepared'! 

Heron put up a weaponed hand to signal for the others to quietly wait. He then sheaths one of his sharp Sai behind his back, picks a big and rough limestone rock from the grassy ground and hurls it with all his might into some thick and low bushes where the melody just played.

They clearly hear it loudly hitting something, or someone, since they also hear a muttered pain-filled curse word along with the other ambient night noises of the woods. Though it was barely heard, since it was hardly louder than a whisper, it clearly was a hurt human being that was hiding in the dense and pitch-black foliage. 

Just as the cautious but determined group was about to jump their informal leader's unseen target, a volley of continuous machine gun shots violently erupted from those supposedly harmless-looking bushes.

The physical therapist, turned on-the-spot troop leader, silently motions everyone to stay down for the moment, since none of them had any guns or any similar sort of firepower. He hoped and prayed to all the divinities that he knew existed that the armed Nick would arrive soon so they would level the playing field a bit.

However, not everything goes as originally planned…

"HEY, YOU MOTHERFUCKING INVADERS! HOW DARE YOU COME HERE AND CHALLENGE US WITH YOUR HEAVY ARTILLERY FIRE AS IF YOU OWNED THE PLACE! WELL THEN, COME AND GET SOME YOU SHIT-FACED DICKS! AAAHHH!!!"

"Tricia, NO!"

"They're armed to the teeth, girl!"

"SOMEBODY STOP HER!"

"She's gonna get herself killed!"

The whole anxious group erupts into panicked and concerned cries as their female bo staff wielder screams from her hiding place while running straight into the tree-filled darkness but there is nothing they can do. For someone who's chunky, she was quite fast and agile so no one was able to grab her in time.

Heron's thoughts as his worry and sudden apprehension ran riot: Damn it, why'd she do something so crazy and foolhardy? Even announced her presence by screaming like a banshee before attacking! Here's hoping her natural speed and agility will help her avoid getting shot…

Good luck with that, man!

Bratatatatat!

RATATATATAT!!!

KA-BOOM!!!

"GET THAT FUCKING BITCH!!!" a disembodied male voice screeches in the very dark night. "Don't let her get away!!!!"

"Yo, Bats… What's going on?" asks the massive new arrival in a whispering voice.

"Hey, Hulk, what took you so long?" the worried muscled talent hisses in reply.

"Tricia just went crazy man! She started screaming like hell at our enemies then just ran straight into them like a crazy Amazon warrior without even batting an eyelash…"

"Nick, we have to rescue her, damn it!" whines Raquel who is just beside Heron like the other squad members. "Those friggin' bad guys have guns!"

"She was too fast for us to stop her," Myron explains promptly to 'The Hulk' still in a soft mumble. "Besides, Heron already insisted that we stay hidden and wait for you."

"What are we supposed to do, bro?" asks the worried Sergei his voice's volume mirroring the others with him. "We just can't sit here and wait for backup…"

"Well, you'll probably think I'm crazy but I think this would be the perfect time to attack them with all that we've got," hurriedly replies the wrestler-bodied security staff member.

"What?!" Heron hisses/cries in surprise but still at a low volume. "Are you nuts, dude?!"

"From what you've told me 'nuts' is the only way to go. Besides, Trish most probably has already gotten their attention so we have the element of surprise," patiently explains Nick. "Besides, I think those stupid dolts don't even know there's more of us here…"

"Ok, let's do it! "Raquel determinedly states while swallowing her nervousness. "At the same time, we can also rescue Tricia if she's wounded!"

"Yeah, I agree with Racks!" Serg seconds bravely. "Let's take them all by surprise so we can go help Trish!"

"Alright then," agrees the already convinced Heron. "get yourselves and your weapons ready, guys."

You gotta hand it to this boy, the one codenamed Hulk thought intensely. He sure doesn't feel or act like just a masseur. I think he's hiding a deep, dark secret and that's why he's here at the resort.

"We attack at the count of three…" intensely commands "Batman" as he stands up and brandishes his dangerous and very pointed Sais. "1… 2… 3… ATTAAACK!"

"YAHAAAH!" yells "The Flash" as he jumps from behind his hiding spot while still grabbing firmly and swiftly waiving his Kamagong arnis sticks.

"CHAAARGE!" bellows "Nightwing" as he leaps from the bushes where he is hidden, holding on to his sturdy mahogany nun chucks as he flails them wildly but expertly.

"BAAANZAAAIII!" screams "Starfire" while she runs from the tree where she is hiding behind, her sharp kris in hand.

"DIIIEEE YOU MOTHERFUCKER SCUMBAGS!" thundered "The Hulk" as he points his two high-caliber revolvers and starts shooting helter-skelter at anything that moved in the dark forested area.

Soon enough, their hidden foes answered their challenge as they stepped out from their hiding places with their trained rifles so they could try to bring the motivated and fearless talents and sole security person to surrender.

Wrong move…

"Hey, you! Get your hands up… Guh!"

Heron cuts his target's command with a stab in his abdomen and chest area, causing the poor mook to let go of his high-powered gun and fall to the ground in a pool of his own blood. "One down, more to go!" announced the man nick-named H.

The two boyish talents are now also taking care of their adversaries using their hard blunt weapons which were probably even more painful and lethal than their bladed counterparts. 

"I got one, S!" exclaimes Myron in an exultant tone. "…but I think I cracked his skull with my nunchuck!"

"Same here, bro!" announces the slightly regretful arnis wielder. "These are ironwood sticks, after all."

Meanwhile, the only female in the gang had used her kris to slice another marauder in the neck, who was now gurgling in horror as he realized that he was now drowning in his own blood.

"That's for Trisha, you damn mofo!" she screams as her target slowly fell to his knees while putting his hands up to his blood-soaked Adam's apple, then ended up with his face to the ground.

In Nick's corner, upon running out of bullets in one handgun, he decides against his will to throw the empty .45 caliber pistol at a shooter in front of him just to avoid getting riddled with bullets from his enemy's rifle. The sound of it hitting the man's hard head seemed to echo in the whole lush greenery-filled woods.

Can't think of a better way to use my wives in this fight when they run out of ammo… 'Hulk,' thought with amusement as he remembered his Boss Rube casually mentioning his "mistress" a few moments ago. 

A few more fight scenes later, they stopped to pause in order to survey the damage they've all done.

"I think that's the last of them guys…" the gentle giant announces with a hint of jubilation in his tone. "I don't hear any more movement here. Everyone ok?"

"Yeah, I think that's the last of them," earnestly agrees "Batman" as he wiped one of his Sais on a handkerchief that he took out from his trousers' pocket. "And I think everyone's fine."

"Except for Trish though, she got one before she got shot in the arm, "Raquel informs the victorious troop as she swiftly runs to the fallen and bloody talent, and then checks for a pulse. "She's alive!"

"Of course, I'm alive girl," snaps the chubby and pain-filled call girl. "You aren't gonna get rid of me that easily!" 

"Get her to the medical bay, pronto!" Nick swiftly commands, secretly relieved that he didn't have to deal with any deaths among the talents that Sir Reuben placed under his care. "And can one of you check the other security staff that we heard earlier and see if they need any medical attention, too."

"Nope, unfortunately, none of them made it Nick. I'm truly very sorry..." grimly reports the masseur as he and the other two boyish men finish surveying the dead bodies and blood that are scattered all around.

"Wait, one of the bad guys is still alive. Just unconscious," interjects Myron as he checks the male stranger lying beside Tricia. "What do we do with him, Sir?"

The dejected bodyguard nodded slowly at the speaker then took out his radio from his utility belt. He presses a button and static immediately resounds from it.

"Boss Rube, all of our security staff that were guarding the forest are dead. Also, we have one wounded talent but the damage to her does not put her in any danger. All's good with us."

"Riiight, easy for you to say, Nick," grouchily mutters the wounded Trish who is currently being led by Raquel by placing the bleeding lass' unwounded arm over her assisting friend's shoulder. "Not unless you count possibly dying of extreme blood loss a danger!"

"Thank God," a rough voice asks concern lining his voice. "And is that Patricia?"

Nick chuckles with amusement as he watches the tired but victorious gang slowly walk away, "Yes sir, it is. Also, we've managed to clear out and eliminate all the heavily armed enemies except one. What do you plan to do with him, Supervisor?"

After a beat of five, the radio crackles a reply.

"Bring him to the Manager for a special interview then get yourself and anyone else who isn't wounded out here on the front lawn of the gardens," the commanding voice promptly instructs. "You'll find me beside Orion's rented tent, got it?"

"Sir, yes, sir! Over and out." saluted the Resort's massive grunt which is his automatic reaction due to a military-trained past.

Boy, oh boy… poor sod. Madame Marina is going to make him wish he was never born! realizes Nicholas as he slung the unconscious underling on his massive left shoulder.