explosive tackover

Driving down the road leading north, Keith approached the first hideout where Malcom could be.

He had gotten three locations, with each one of them holding a equal possibility of having Malcom in it.

Arriving at the first place in the list, Keith gazed at the lost mc hideout.

Five people were outside relaxing, while talking to one another, guarding the open garage door behind them, through which Keith could see stacks of unmarked crates.

Meaning that they likely housed one of their exports, meaning guns or drugs.

Both being either blown up or burned down. Sadly Keith could set it aflame without knowing if Malcom was inside, if he began without knowing then Malcom could get seriously injured or even killed.

For now Keith thought of the best way to handle it, he could try shooting them, but they were with to many to take out on his own.

Another way to get them all was with a well timed explosive, it would take them out, perhaps even causing a chain reaction, but likely not enough to cause any damage to any possible prisoners.

With a small prayer, Keith grabbed a explosive, while readying himself to throw it right at their feet.

Pulling the pin, Keith waited for a second before throwing it right under one of their legs, the sound of which caused him to look down.

"Shit!" That was the final word of the lost mc member who just experienced shrapnel tearing through his body.

The shout followed by the explosion triggered panic within the building as he could see people moving through the open garage door. Shouting at one another to ask what was going on.

All the while screams of pain from two members that hadn't died in the first explosion, although their screams were cut short as the engine of the car next to them wasn't holding out any longer than it did already.

The explosion caused a small fire to be created in the entrance, which wasn't being put out.

People were coming and going in the building checking what was going on, and seeing the result of the explosion… with no one around to attack they went back inside, preparing something.

Pulling out his silenced pistol, Keith stayed close to the wall while approaching. 

The fire had only blocked part of the entrance leaving more than enough room for Keith to enter.

Guessing from the shouts at least eight people were inside… 

Bending his head around the corner he looked around for any threat's, moving inside as he saw that everyone was doing something else. 

Sneaking in, Keith tried to find any possible location of Malcom, realign that the building was similar to his own.

From his position, he could see a singular member calling for backup, as the police and firefighters would be there in no time.

From the conversation he could pick up that the only thing here was the guns in the crates, as no mention of Malcom came up in his conversation.

Keith picked up a wrench from one of the toolboxes lining the floor, readying himself to get back outside with a distraction.

The moment he hung up the phone, was the moment that the wrench flew hitting the railing making a long enough distraction for Keith to get back outside.

Before leaving completely, Keith decided to leave them a surprise, throwing his remaining grenades inside, destroying every crate inside and causing most of the building to partly collapse.

More screams came from inside as Keith entered his car, heading towards the second location on the list.

…

Parking his car, Keith headed into an alleyway leading to a lost mc property where Malcom could be kept.

Luckily this one didn't have anyone outside that would hinder him.

Walking towards the door, Keith began to pull out his silenced pistol readying himself to begin.

He could force the door open, alerting the people inside or could much more quietly lockpick it.

Lockpicking could take a while longer, but was much more save for once he entered.

After setting all the pins, Keith managed to open the door.

"perhaps I have grown a little rusty…" he mumbled to himself as he entered the building.

Keith himself hadn't been sneaking around much as of late, not needing the lockpicking equipment he had.

Sneakily entering the building, Keith saw the bundles stacked on top of each other, ready to be shipped out at a moments notice. From the smell he could guess what was inside…

Taking cover behind one of the stacks, Keith moved alongside of it, staying close to the walls to not be noticed by the men he could hear talking to one another.

"What do you think happened to them?" Looking around the corner, Keith could see three men talking to one another.

"How should I know, all I heard was that a explosion took some guys out while they were outside, but nothing much after that." Due to him not following up with a frontal attack, the lost mc members couldn't report who attacked them, reporting the incident as a accident.

It was dumb, but Keith knew that they weren't the smartest bunch.

"They are probably moving to a new location." He would be correct if Keith hadn't blow them up, leaving behind any wounded members inside the burning building…

And looking at the plants that were being grow here, Keith couldn't help himself but to want to do the same.

Their stash of weed was likely to be worth anything up to a million dollars, something he would graciously accept if he had more time, sadly he was on the clock, meaning that the product couldn't be brought with him…

Some would say it was quite vengeful for him to burn down everything, but in Keith's mind it was simple vengeance. They attacked him, and he attacks back… an eye for an eye makes the world blind, but being stabbed without repercussions just invites more wounds.

Someone in the criminal industry couldn't be kind to their competitors certainly not when the enemy kidnapped one of your friends.

Seeing the three of them split up, Keith saw his chance, two members split up, each going in a completely different direction, causing them to lose line of sight.

The first one Keith took out was the one that had approached him, shooting him in the back as he covered his mouth with his hand, muffling any noise he could have made

The second one came down with a simple shot in the head, flooring him with a load thud.

"What was that?" Keith quickly moved towards the voice, hiding around the corner as he waited for the person to approach.

After a second he could hear someone's footsteps getting louder, until he could see him around the bend.

He happened to glance around the corner, seeing the pistol aimed at his head, before dying with a bullet in his brain.

"F*CK!" This time the death was witnessed by someone, who drew his gun and shot wildly at the corner where Keith hid.

Before long the bullets stopped, as the gun had run out of bullets, giving the opportunity to Keith to finish it, shooting his opponent in the foot, that he hadn't hidden behind cover well enough, before unleashing his remaining bullets in his chest

With everyone inside taken care of, Keith was now the only living being remaining… he planned on destroying the supply, but doing it now would likely mean alerting the last base on his list, instead setting detonators to explode in a couple of minutes would result in him getting to the last place on the list…

With two bases down, without any contact remaining, the people there would either go into alert or try to regain their property. Knowing them, they would likely go and try to regain most of their stuff, not wanting to lose their weed stash that would net them close to a million.

Getting back to his car Keith got the charges, placing them inside with a trip wire setup, and a Deadman switch before taking one of the dead guys phones… unlocking it before fleeing the scene…

On his way to the last base, Keith began to prepare for a possible shootout…

He would contact the higher ups with the dead guys phone, requesting backup as soon as possible, that being the base where he was going towards, before letting the explosives take them out.

The once remaining in the compound would be taken out by a combat smg, small enough to conceal and carry around without hindering him.

Arriving to the place, Keith send out the message, while simultaneously getting out of his car.

The last place was in many ways similar to the first, people were outside, with cars and motors out in front of a garage door, leading to one of the many places the lost owned and operated out of.

Seeing that the messaged arrived Keith broke the phone, wanting it to be unable to receive anything back… If they couldn't contact them that it meant going there themselves… or that was what Keith was betting on.

With the message send, it didn't take long for them to respond, as shouts came out of the building and bikers prepared to leave…

All people that were guarding the entrance left, plus a additional four members that came form inside, all riding southbound for the weed lockup that Keith had rigged up with explosives.

After making sure that no one was looking, Keith began to make his way inside, this time a bit more open about it…

He wasn't sure how many people were inside, but looking at the design he believed that no more then ten individuals could be there…

Looking around the garage, Keith found it abandoned, everyone was either upstairs or in one of the two rooms linked to the garage floor.

The design was almost the same ass his own home, likely because these types of homes were designed with the same use in mind… meaning that Keith knew the approximate layout of the place.

Before Keith could open the first door on his left, someone else opened it, causing both parties to be surprised by the others presence, luckily Keith already had his gun out, only needing to raise the barrel a bit to tear through his opponent, even getting someone who was behind them to hit the ground.

Keith halted… bending around the corner for cover in case someone else was in the room… the bodies had made a audible thud once they hit the ground, not to mention that anyone could see their bodies from behind the door, but after hearing nothing Keith continued heading in the same direction to make sure that no one was there…

The room which he was expecting was instead a staircase heading down, differing from Keith's home, which didn't have a basement.

He could move down, risking him being closed in one from the only entrance he knew of, or try to take out everything on the surface before going down.

Both options were not the best, but he had to chose one or the other.

Choosing to head down first, Keith hoped that he would be fast enough to not get closed in on… if he were to deal with the once upstairs then the once below would most certainly know that he was coming, meaning that he had to fight in the stairwell either way, but if he headed down first then he could perhaps deal with them with a surprise factor, a advantage not to be thrown away lightly, certainly not when outnumbered.

With his plan in mind, Keith first dragged the bodies out of the open door, eventually shutting it before going down into the underground part of the clubhouse.

On his way down, Keith noticed that there was saw dust, likely coming from the construction of the underground part, as the beams that supported the ground above him were also made of wood…

Just from the design of the place, Keith could guess that it wasn't professionally build, plus the fact that everything still seemed to be in a state of construction, with a clear lack of paint on the drywall, exposing the lines between each layer.