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It always gave him a little adrenaline rush but he felt that he needed it. McGurn felt it every time he and his men went on a mission. Without that little rush, he got lazy, his mind would wander, and he would get just plain sloppy. The van that carried himself and his men, armed with M-4 carbines and AK-47 rifles, arrived at the front of St. Mary's parking lot. McGurn felt the adrenaline kick in as he slid open the van door. He took a deep breath. It was the smell of blood in the air. This was it. This would be the beginning of his revenge against the government and all the people that stood against him.

He spoke into his headset radio. "Jerry, you ready to go?"
"Yes sir," Block responded from the abandoned building behind the hospital. "Ready to go."

"Good," McGurn said with and evil smile. "All right men, let's move!" The men got out of the van and began to walk quickly towards the hospital entrance just like they had practiced before.

"All right you guys," Switek whispered from inside the hospital looking out the window. "Just a few more seconds until we spring the trap." He looked at Crockett, Tubbs, Trudy, Gina, Joey, and Zack who were ready to go. All right, he thought. This is it. Don't screw it up now.

The adrenaline was pumping into McGurn now. The excitement was almost overwhelming for him. As they approached, he began to scan the area. It was almost too quiet. Too empty. Too perfect. He quieted his mind and began to listen. He began to hear a whirling noise off in the distance. A police helicopter? He looked around and began to see people across the street, dressed in plainclothes that were focused on him. Was this a trap? How did they know? Who told? Was it Francis? All off this was going through his head when he saw a figure with a gun in the window of the hospital. Oh shit, it is a trap. "Compromised!!!" he yelled as he went to one knee and fired a short burst at the figure.

Zwitek looked as he saw Zack get hit and go down. He raised his rifle and began to shoot at McGurn and his men. The rest did the same. He turned on his radio. "Officer down!"

"Zack!" Joey yelled as the bullets began to fly. He crawled to his partner who was rolling on the floor in pain, holding his shoulder. He looked at the wound. Zack was lucky. The round had just grazed his shoulder.

"I'm ok," Zack grunted. "I'm alright." He looked at Joey as if to say "Don't worry about me. Get that bastard". Joey picked up his Mini-14 and began to shoot at McGurn's men.

McGurn and his crew took cover behind anything that would stop the hail of bullets. He hid behind a concrete planter. He leaned out and fired a few short bursts at the officers. When his carbine ran dry, he popped back behind cover to reload. As he removed the empty magazine from his carbine, he noticed the SWAT team van arriving at the scene.

"Clint, now!" said McGurn as he slapped a 30 round magazine in his M-4. Clint, from inside the van opened the back doors and opened fire on the SWAT team with the SAW. "Jerry, help us out here."

"Copy," whispered Block from his hide. He looked through his scope and put his crosshairs on one of the officers. He's a dead man, he thought when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. It was the glint of a scope. He swung his rifle towards where he saw the glint. He saw an police sniper aiming his rifle right at him. He put his finger on the trigger but somehow he knew it was all in vain. The officer had him dead bang. Jerry Block, ex-marine sniper, with 20 confirmed kills, watched in horror as he saw the muzzle flash from the officer's rifle. He knew it was all over when he saw the .308 rifle round punch through his rifle scope and into his right eye.

"Now would be a good time Block," McGurn said into his radio. There was no response. He must have been taken out, he thought. Just then one of his men was hit square in the chest. It had to be a sniper. He looked up at the all of the windows of each building until he saw the sniper behind one of them, re-bolting his rifle. He took aim and fired a short burst. The rounds went short of its target hitting the stucco on the building. The situation was not good for him and his men. Retreat was now the only option. He spoke into his radio again. "Clint, Block's been taken out. We're gonna pull out. Cover our asses!"

"Yes sir!" Clint responded as he blazed away with the SAW.

Crockett and Tubbs saw that the black clad men were pulling out. Crockett aimed his AR-15 at one of them and fired three rounds. The rifle carrying terrorist shuddered and collapsed. Tubbs fired and hit another one of McGurn's men. The man stumbled, firing a burst from his M-4 before he fell face first into the concrete.

McGurn watched as he saw his men fall one by one but there was no time for remorse. His concentration was on getting into that van and the sniper that was in that building. He fired another burst into the window where the sniper was but to no effect. By the time he reached the van, he was the only one that made it. He saw Clint still firing away with the machine gun and the driver who was ready to go. He looked back at his men all were on lying on the ground lifeless. He promised himself that he would avenge their deaths.

"Go! Go! Go!" McGurn said to the driver. The driver hit the gas and they sped off.

"Shit!" yelled Crockett. "They're taking off! Let's go Tubbs!"

"Sonny, no!" yelled Switek but it was too late. Sonny and Rico were already running out the back door.

Sonny and Rico hopped into the Testarossa and sped off.

David Wallace, reporter for a local television station in Miami, was flying in a news helicopter when he heard the distress call on the police radio saying that a brown van was on the loose. Wallace immediately ordered the pilot to find the van. Within seconds the pilot found the target. Wallace called the station and told them the news. This would get him into the big time. No more of this local stuff, he would be with a big network. Who knows, he could be the next Dan Rather. He liked the sound of that. He heard on his ear piece that he was on the air and began his news report.

"We got a helo coming in," yelled Clint. "Looks like a news chopper."

McGurn looked up. It indeed was a tv chopper. He could see the camera mounted on the side of it. He knew those Stinger missiles would come in handy. This was the time. An evil smile came to his face as he pulled one out. He looked toward his driver. "Taylor, I need you to stop on my command."

"Yes sir," the driver replied.

"Get in closer!" Wallace commanded the pilot. He wasn't about to miss his big chance.

"You got it," replied the pilot as he lowered the helicopter.

"Taylor," McGurn said as he put his hand on the door knob. "Now!"

"Look!" announced Wallace from and altitude of 500 feet. "The van's stopped and look, one of the occupants is getting out." He looked through his camera at the figure. It seemed as if he was carrying something on his shoulder. It took him only a second to realize what it was. Oh my God, he thought.

McGurn mounted the Stinger on his shoulder and put the helicopter in his sights. The missile locked on to the heat exhaust from the engines. McGurn pulled the trigger and the missile shot straight up hitting the helicopter near the rotor. The fireball the explosion caused was tremendous. McGurn smiled. Die you bastard. He then looked down towards the street and he saw Crockett and Tubbs in the Testarossa speeding towards them. All right then Crockett. Bring it on, he thought as he climbed into the van.

The van sped off again at tremendous speed. Sonny and Rico were in hot persuit. They were determined to get McGurn this time. They would not let him get away. They came up behind the van when Davidson let loose with the machine gun. Sonny turned the wheel to dodge the hail of bullets. Some of the rounds hit the side of the Testarossa making loud thumping sounds as they hit. Sonny almost lost control side-swiping some parked cars on the street.

"Damn it!" growled Crockett as he regained control. He sped up again behind the van. He could see that Davidson had run out of bullets and was reloading. Tubbs saw this as he rolled down the window and brought out his Ithaca shotgun. He aimed at Davidson and fired away. Sparks flew as the buckshot ricocheted off of the metal of the machine gun. Tubbs fired again and this time he hit Davidson square in the chest.

"Clint!" yelled McGurn as he watched him get hit. He grabbed his shoulder pulled Davdison toward him. There was no need to check for a pulse. He was dead. McGurn angrily picked up his M-4 carbine and began to fire away at Crockett and Tubbs.

Crockett again swerved to dodge the bullets. This time he turned right on to another street.

"We're gonna lose him Sonny," yelled Rico.

"Like Hell we are," Sonny replied. "We're gonna get ahead of him." Sonny stepped on the gas and sped up to over 130 miles per hour. He soon turned left to get back on the street they were on before. When Sonny turned left again onto the street, he and Rico saw the van speeding right towards them.

McGurn grinned as he saw the Testarossa speeding towards him. Man this Crockett's got some balls, he thought. He leaned out of the window and took aim at Crockett.

"Take out one of the tires Rico." Sonny said as they sped closer. Just before the two cars were about to hit each other, Sonny swerved the Testarossa to the left while Rico shot out the left front tire with his shotgun while McGurn blazed away with his M-4. McGurn's bullets ripped through the Testarossa's engine and tires. The van lost control, swerving left and right until finally the van flipped over on its side and rolled over three times. Sonny was able to control the crippled car and did a 180 until he came to a screeching halt.

McGurn felt like his ribs were broken. His nose too since it was bleeding. He tried to get his bearings as he looked around. Taylor, the driver, was slumped over the dashboard. McGurn felt for a pulse on his neck. It was all futile because his neck was broken. He cursed at himself at the situation he was in. He wondered who told the police about the hit. He swore to himself that he would avenge the death of his men as he crawled out of the van. He looked up and saw Crockett's car about about 50 yards from him. The doors opened up and Crockett and Tubbs took cover behind the doors with their pistols drawn. McGurn fired his M-4 at them as he began his retreat.

"McGurn," Sonny yelled. "Give it up man."

"Like Hell Crockett," McGurn replied as he reloaded his rifle and fired off another burst. He ran to the sidewalk finding cover behind a row of cars and continued shooting at Sonny and Rico who were trying to follow him.

Sonny and Rico watched as McGurn made his way towards a shopping center parking lot. They followed him trying to stay low out of the way from the hail of McGurn's bullets. The morning shoppers, frightened by the sound of gunfire, took cover behind their cars. McGurn aimed his sights on Crockett who was hiding behind a light post. He pressed the trigger... shit, his carbine was empty. He looked for another magazine on his tactical vest. He was all out of ammo. He dropped his carbine, grabbed his H&K pistol from his thigh holster, grabbed a woman who was taking cover behind her shopping cart, and took her as hostage as continued his retreat.

"Sonny," Rico yelled. "He's got a hostage now."

"Yeah, I see it," Sonny yelled back. "Don't shoot or else the woman might get hit. Go around the back and see if you can cut him off."

"Right," Rico said as he took off. Sonny continued to follow McGurn, crouching down as low as he could.

McGurn continued to fire away at Sonny as he retreated with his hostage inside a supermarket. The early morning shoppers were screaming and running for cover as McGurn shuffled through the front door.

Rico had found a back door to the supermarket and made his way in. He heard all the commotion inside so he knew McGurn was there. He quietly made his way past the meat section into the isles taking cover behind a display stand. He saw McGurn back-peddling towards him with his hostage. He raised his Ithaca shotgun but he couldn't get a clear shot. It suddenly occurred to him that the shotgun blast might hit the hostage too so he quickly put it away and pulled out his .38.

Sonny arrived at the front of the supermarket slowly searching for McGurn. McGurn spotted him and fired away. Sonny quickly side-stepped behind the sliding door barely avoiding McGurn's bullets. Sonny then crawled through the entrance then got back up into a crouch, taking cover behind the counters.

Rico had McGurn in his sights but he still didn't have a clean shot. McGurn was still slowly approaching him, unaware of Rico's presence. "McGurn! Freeze!" yellled Rico.

McGurn stopped his retreat and slowly turned around. He pointed his pistol at the woman's head. Sonny slowly approached McGurn from the opposite side. They had him cornered now. There was no escape for him. McGurn realized this and knew he was trapped. They wouldn't get him without a fight though.

Sonny raised his Glock at McGurn. "Give it up McGurn. It's over."

McGurn shook his head. "No, it's not over. It'll continue. The revolution will go on without me. There are men like me all over who are willing to fight against the government, against oppression. The government is making slaves out of us! The battle will never be over!"

"Drop the gun!" commanded Rico.

"If my finger even moves," McGurn threatened, "she's dead."

Rico could see that McGurn's finger was on the trigger of his pistol. It was cocked and ready to fire. All McGurn would have to do is put 3 pounds of pressure on that trigger and she was dead. A body shot wouldn't even work. The head was the only option but he didn't have a clear shot.

Sonny did. He trained the front sight of his Glock on McGurn's head and squeezed a shot off. The 165 grain 10mm bullet struck McGurn in the nose, punching through his skull and his brain and blasted out the back of his head. McGurn dropped to the floor. His eyes were still wide open with the surprise of the shot. He was dead.

Sonny walked up towards the McGurn's body. He was still enraged at him for what he had done to Castillo but he was relieved it was over. "Maybe your fingers won't move McGurn. Maybe they won't."

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