Taking his advice, they went through the nearly spotless garage. The door swung open silently. From the corner of the house, they could see two more men patrolling, looking impatient. Tabitha indicated she would take the man on the right, giving him the one on the left. She held out a throwing knife, but he had some. Giving her a quick kiss, he slunk through the shadows, disappearing from view. For a second, she marveled at how silently he moved. Doing so herself, she tracked her target.
Her man had gotten nervous and restless. He'd decided on a breach of his own. Apparently, he'd also chosen to throw caution aside. Raising his leg to kick in the door, he hit it hard—and fell down, screaming. Not only were the door and frame steel, Tabitha's knife caught him in the thigh. Howling, he rolled on the front porch.
The fourth man reacted, but didn't get far. Anton's knife caught him in the right arm. He screamed, grabbed his arm and dropped his gun. Anton had him down, flipped on his face, when the first SWAT vehicle rolled into the driveway.
"That's the home owner," a familiar voice yelled. "And his girlfriend! Dammit, Donnie! You didn't leave any fun for us!" Newton hopped off the truck's running board and trotted forward.
"Two more inside. One may be bleeding and breathing. Not sure about the second. Tied up."
"This one's bleeding and screaming," Tabitha toed the one on the porch. "Sorry, darling, he's bled all over the floor."
He let out another blood curdling scream. "You got my balls!"
"Don't be such a baby. I missed them. If I'd gotten your testicles, you'd be comatose."
EMTs from the fire station down the road, rolled up and collected the prisoners.
"She got my balls," the one on the porch moaned. "Crazy bitch!"
The female EMT did a quick assessment. "No, she missed it by about half an inch. Nice shot!" she complimented Tabitha. "You should be glad you dress right and have a small dick, or you'd be missing some."
"What? Hey! Grower, not shower!" he said with wounded pride.
"Small dick men all say that, don't they?" Tabitha said.
"Yep."
"Got your own SWAT team?" another EMT asked Anton.
"Friends."
A car rolled up. Canon jumped out, followed by Eilene. Bailey was helping the female EMT with the screamer. He was pitching a fit over being hand cuffed.
"She cut me!" He pointed to Tabitha.
"You tried to break down the door. She's former Mossad," he exaggerated. "Be glad she didn't kill you, mother f**ker," Bailey rumbled.
"You coming, too?" the EMT asked Bailey.
"Want me to?"
"Hop in."
He did so. She followed, flashing Tabitha a thumbs up.
The injured criminals were cleared away and the SWAT team gathered in the kitchen for coffee and strudel, courtesy of the Roeders.
"I thought getting Rosa Blanca would put an end to this," Anton said.
"This had to already be in play. She had no chance to call it off, even if she'd wanted to. Her chain is broken. She's out of the game for a long time," Canon said.
"You got here quicker than I thought."
"We were on our way already. Newton played a hunch."
"Missed the fun, though," Newton complained
"At least you're all right," Eilene said.
"I'm glad CV wasn't here," Tabitha said.
"Are you kidding? He'll be mad as hell that he missed it," Anton laughed.
"How did they get in?" Canon asked.
"Broke the pane on the French door, which is supposed to be unbreakable. The company will get a call, maybe a visit. I paid a lot of money for those f**kers."
"What do we call you now?" Cage asked. "Don? Anton? Something else?"
"My real name is Matthew Wriggly, but I made my best friends as Donald Winthrop. I think I might change it permanently."
"Is it over now?" Tabitha asked. "Not that it wasn't a good time, but they interrupted a better one."
"Damn good time," Anton said, giving her a kiss.
"And that's our cue to exit. And go have our own fun," Newton chuckled.
"I'll call tomorrow. Late." Canon promised.
"Come by around five. CV's coming home. We're having a cookout."
"We've got the night off. What can we bring?" Eilene asked.
She and Tabitha went off, talking.
"Things are good?" Newton asked Anton.
"Yeah. I told her about me before we— It seemed the right thing."
"Risky."
"I wasn't going to have her make love to a lie."
"Good policy. Have fun. Take it easy."
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